Taos Levanon was born in the grand Elven city of Rysor, to a family of minor nobles. As a young lad, he hoped to join the ranks of swordmasters who led the Elven armies in their mighty wars to the north, defending the rest of the world of Tyrandor from an endless tide of twisted abominations spawned in the far northlands. After many years spent learning the courtly graces and suchlike skills, he was finally ready for his military training to begin. Here he learned from the greatest masters of the age, and no expense was spared by his family to teach him. And thus it was that he marched north, leading a small unit of spearmen to defend the great fortified wall that stretched for miles across the sole gap in the mountains that seperated the wastes of the North from the civilized Southlands. During his march, his troop bedded down for the night in what had been an old Dwarven mining town. Abandoned by the Dwarfs when the mine flooded, it was often used by passing troops as a rest stop. However, it was also rumored that darker things than the white, sightless fish lived in the lightless depths of those mines, and troops rarely spent more than a night there, lest these eldritch horrors desire to leave their deep homes in search of a meal. When he awoke, he was no longer in the solid oak construction of the town inn, but out in the open, amongst waving trees and thick grasses. Dazed, he stumbled into a small town a day later. He found that this town was called Mittelmarch, and had a sister town some weeks travel to the south. He was in the plane of Mittelmarch, and as far as these folk knew, those two cities were the only settlements in the world. He had been pulled trough by the mists, which had also pulled these folk through. Somewhat pertubed by the towns largely Germanic populace, he eventually discovered that a group of dragon-worshippers lived in the nearby woods, and that they were led by a youngish half-elf, although no full elves had ever been seen in Mittelmarch before. He was welcomed into the dragon-worshippers ranks with open arms, and brought his own god with him. Tyrandor, the Changeling, the Quicksilver dragon, had once assissted in the creation of Mittelmarch, before creating his own plane, and this was swiftly revealed to all the Onoir Uroloki, as they called themselves. However, this made it easier for evil to spread across both planes, and the Chaos monsters from Tyrandor were finding their way to Mittelmarch, a state of affairs that all the dragons desired to stop. After a mighty battle involving a beholder, a dark wizard, and the future of magic in Mittelmarch, Taos wandered around for a time, fighting in battles when his new companions required his aid, and charting the lands around Mittelmarch and the Southern Reaches. When he reached the coastline, he recieved a vision from Tyrandor commanding him to build a ship, and find a crew, and use it to prey on the shippong of the increasing hordes of evil who were arriving in Mittelmarch. He and his crewcharted the shorelines, and crushed those who would dare oppose the designs of the dragongods. In his sailings, he encountered a place that he since refers to as "The Graveyard of Storms," a place where constant megastorms roar, as smaller storms crash into each other. Here, he was guided to a small island by an avatar of Tyrandor. He refuses to speak about what he found on this island, but has since become, as he calls it, a "Blood Angel," and ferociously seeks greater and greater battles for the glory for the dragongods. Beneath his cultured appearance, a dark and violent rage now boils within his heart. He is barely able to hold it in check, and in the heat of battle, his battlelust rages unchecked. Thus he has become the chosen instrument of his god in clearing the lands of Mittelmarch from their foul occupiers.