Characteristics
| Age | 30 |
| Height | 198 CM (6’5″) |
| Weight | 106 KG (235 pounds) |
| Hair | Ash blond |
| Hair Style | Long top, short sides |
| Eyes | Green |
| Body Type | Muscular |
| Birthday | February 25, 1982 (AE Equivalent) |
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Personal History
Slums
With no recollection of his birth parents, Andrés spent his formative years in a farming slum on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Life in this impoverished community was a blend of simplicity and hardship, where chores seemed endless, and days stretched long beneath the scorching sun. Education was limited; the crumbling schoolhouse offered little more than basic literacy, leaving ample time for Andrés to run freely and play with his friends amid the dusty streets and makeshift playgrounds.
Living in the slum presented incessant challenges. Many days, a meal consisted solely of leftovers discarded from the tables of those with greater means. By the age of seven, Andrés found himself driven to desperate measures to ensure there was food on the table. He took up odd jobs—cleaning chimneys, scaring rats from cellar corners, and rummaging through the heaping piles of refuse that the city discarded. Often, he returned home with nothing but bruises and scrapes, or sometimes worse, a bloodied nose as a result of the perilous encounters that awaited him.
The grim reality of growing up in such a marginalized community included the constant spectre of death—death by starvation, by gang violence, or at the hands of the police. Street children like Andrés became easy targets for predators—pimps, drug addicts, and human traffickers. Yet, against these odds, Andrés often managed to remain under the radar. A stark reminder of his close calls was the scar etched into his shoulder from a bullet fired by a policeman during a chaotic altercation.
The middle-aged couple who took him in did their best to care for him, though they were themselves in frail health, struggling to survive in the bleak environment of Brazil’s societal margins. Doctors seldom made their way to the forgotten corners where they lived; thus, the couple relied heavily on whatever Andrés could scavenge. They expressed gratitude for his meagre contributions and rarely asked probing questions about how he sustained himself. Tragically, his adoptive father passed away first, followed a few years later by his mother. By that time, however, Andrés’s life had begun to take an unexpected turn, hinting at the resilience and resourcefulness that would define his journey ahead.
Charity
Government reforms and the generosity of charitable organizations provided the village with much-needed financial support, transforming its once bleak landscape into a place of hope. For the first time in his life, Andrés experienced the relief of not having to worry about his next meal. A doctor would visit periodically, but despite his best efforts, he was unable to save Andrés’s adoptive father, who succumbed to cancer after a long and painful battle.
With the free time afforded by this newfound stability, opportunity knocked at Andrés’s door. He was presented with the opportunity to pursue education, and soon, words and numbers began to swirl vividly in his mind. Recognizing the potential within the young orphan, his teachers sent him to the bustling big city, where innovation and knowledge awaited him. There, Andrés flourished; the wealthy benefactor of the charity closely observed the progress of the students under the organization’s wing, ultimately selecting the brightest minds for an elevated educational experience. Andrés stood out among them, excelling in his studies with remarkable perseverance. He graduated with distinction, earning a medical degree by the age of twenty-five, while also becoming fluent in Portuguese and gaining a commendable understanding of Spanish, Italian, and English.
Determined to carve a path in healing, Andrés made medicine his life’s calling. His adoptive father’s tragic death and the brutal realities faced by those in the impoverished slums galvanized his passion for helping others. During his internship, he dedicated his weekends to returning to his old village, where he provided medical care to those in desperate need. This altruistic commitment inevitably drew the ire of local gangs, who viewed his actions as a threat to their influence; however, Andrés remained undeterred. The villagers, grateful for his compassion, stood by him, offering whatever meagre protection they could muster.
However, as violence erupted and gangs carried out horrific massacres against the villagers, Andrés found himself at a crossroads. With both of his adoptive parents gone and the painful memories of his past weighing heavily on him, he felt a compelling urge to leave the anguish behind. Financial constraints were no longer an issue; his lucrative position at a prominent hospital in Rio de Janeiro provided him with a comfortable living. Yet, despite this success, he yearned for a fresh start, a chance to begin anew and redefine his future. After months of traveling and soul-searching, he ultimately chose to settle in Italy.
Italy
The Earth shadow where Andrés resided was irrevocably altered when its once-stable sun erupted in a cataclysmic supernova.
Amber
One day, Andrés received an unexpected letter from a lawyer informing him that he had inherited a parcel of land in a remote place known as Amber. Intrigued, he quickly turned to Google, only to find that there was no record of such a locale, leading him to dismiss the correspondence as some sort of elaborate prank. With a sense of disbelief, he tossed the paperwork into the trash, thinking little of it.
A month passed, and to his astonishment, another letter arrived, followed by yet another the following month. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any stranger, a man appeared at his door. Dressed in a slightly rumpled suit, this was the lawyer from the letters. He came bearing a stack of documents and a map, patiently explaining the location of Amber, a name that still seemed absurd to Andrés. He struggled to understand how a place like this could exist, convinced the lawyer must have a few screws loose.
However, everything shifted dramatically when Andrés blinked and, in an instant, found himself standing in a grim, medieval hellhole that made the slums of Rio look positively charming. He was in a grimy port town called Amber, its stench of saltwater and decay hanging heavy in the air.
The lawyer, noticing Andrés’ shock, guided him down a somewhat cleaner street, where the fetid waste that flowed through the gutters was slightly less offensive than in the area he just left. As they approached a dilapidated building, the grim reality of his inheritance set in: the structure was on the verge of collapse, with crumbling walls, a leaky roof, and scant windows hinting at the neglected condition of the place. The lawyer insisted that this was one of the better areas, positioned strategically between merchant stalls and wealthier districts.
Stepping inside, the scene grew even more dire. Rats scurried along blackened wooden beams, and the dirt floors bore the scars of years of neglect. The upstairs was no better, while the basement descended into a foul, dank abyss best left unspoken. This was the “well-to-do” part of Amber City? The sheer thought made Andrés feel nauseous.
Despite the overwhelming urge to abandon this nightmare, Andrés felt a flicker of determination. As grim as it was, he had connections in this godforsaken city, and selling the property seemed impossible amid the aftermath of a brutal war that had decimated its population. Stuck with this dilapidated inheritance, he began assessing his options. Turning it into a medical clinic seemed futile—real medicine was a scarce commodity in this backwater.
Ultimately, he decided to undertake a complete renovation, envisioning a vibrant oasis amidst the decay. With relentless effort, he transformed the space into a little piece of Tuscany, complete with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, baked goods, and sumptuous Italian delicacies wafting through the air. The once-dilapidated café, now named Café Tuscans, boasted terracotta floors, a grand fireplace, and, notably rare for a city like Amber, both hot and cold running water along with flush toilets, each secured with sturdy locks. Surprisingly, the establishment thrived, attracting the Helgram crowd that frequented its doors.
Living in Amber City presented its own set of challenges, far from the comforts Andrés once knew. Describing his new abode as primitive would be generous. It was somewhat comfortable, thanks to a fire stove for cooking, but conveniences like natural gas and electricity were non-existent. The painstaking application of stucco and paint disguised the once-rundown nature of his home. Setting up plumbing was a Herculean task, with the tanks in the basement requiring periodic emptying. Rainfall runoff was collected and filtered—a makeshift water supply in a city that was so often parched. The old glass windows had been replaced with makeshift alternatives, while the original weak doors had been reinforced with stronger wood and fitted with triple locks. Spikes adorned the outside railing to deter the local riffraff.
Wembleville
Bestowed upon Andrés by the esteemed grace of King Blys, the earldom of Wembleville stands as the northernmost community in the realm of Amber. Originally established as a barony, Wembleville flourished under the strategic vision of its earl, who later elevated it to an earldom in recognition of its growth and significance. The earl has diligently provided housing and actively encouraged settlers to journey northward, implementing innovative architectural designs and advanced agricultural practices that were previously unutilized in the kingdom of Amber.
In pursuit of prosperity and sustainability, he introduced methods such as crop rotation and sustainable farming techniques, fostering a thriving agricultural landscape. The crown, recognizing the earldom’s contributions to the expansion and development of the northern territories, has seen fit to grant additional lands, extending its total area to an impressive 144 square miles. This expansion not only enhances Wembleville’s resources but also solidifies its importance as a vital hub of growth and opportunity in the farthest reaches of northern Amber.
Dharmvyadha
Andrés has acquired control of the shadowy realm known as Dharmvyadha. As he delved into the intricacies of this newly discovered territory, he pondered the nature of his roles within it. The inhabitants, having proclaimed him the reincarnation of their long-lost Sultan, had already established their own government and societal structures. Despite this adulation, Andrés was resolute in his desire not to disrupt their way of life. He embraced the notion of serving as a figurehead, akin to the presidents of many nations on Earth, guiding them with a light touch.
Determined to immerse himself in the beauty of Dharmvyadha while maintaining a respectful distance from its bustling cities, Andrés chose to build his home on the rugged slopes of a nearby mountain. The afternoon sun bathed the landscape in a warm, golden glow as he envisioned a sanctuary high above the ordinary hustle and bustle, surrounded by nature’s tranquillity.
His residence reflects the astonishingly advanced, almost science fiction-like architectural style that characterizes the region, seamlessly blending tradition with modernity. The structure, though modest in scale, features three spacious bedrooms, a dedicated office, and an expansive open-plan living and dining area that invites sunlight to pour in through vast, panoramic windows. Indeed, every corner of the home is outfitted with cutting-edge technology, including state-of-the-art holographic communication systems, sophisticated computing devices, and other high-tech conveniences expected in a futuristic setting.
The interior design adheres to a minimalistic philosophy, allowing the extraordinary collection of original artworks to take centre stage. A striking long glass wall showcases an exquisite display of fine silver crystal figurines and other treasured art pieces that reflect the rich culture and history of Dharmvyadha. Completely off the grid, the residence operates efficiently with sustainable energy sources, and a commitment to environmental responsibility is evident in the fact that an impressive 98% of its waste is recyclable.
Hobbies
The majestic Alps tower high against the skyline, their snow-capped peaks glistening in the sunlight. Andrés embraced the challenges of the mountains, mastering the art of skiing and mountain climbing with determination and enthusiasm. For his twenty-ninth birthday, he boldly conquered the iconic Matterhorn, relishing the rush of accomplishment that came with scaling such a legendary peak. Following that exhilarating experience, he sought even greater thrills by diving from the sky and taking up water skiing, carving through the water with a sense of freedom and adventure.
As an active member of the local soccer league, many of his Friday nights dissolved into laughter and camaraderie, as he enjoyed spirited evenings filled with drinks and banter alongside his friends. The exhilaration of racing through the winding Alpine roads on his motorcycle, often reaching speeds of one hundred and fifty kilometres per hour, fueled his desire for excitement and freedom, each curve of the road drawing him deeper into the pulse of the mountains he adored.
A few drops of blood
It is often said that blood and a Pattern are poor companions, a sentiment that few can truly appreciate. Among those is Andrés, one of the rare souls still alive who can confidently claim to have lived by this principle. He has shed his own blood onto a sacred Pattern, effectively marring it in the name of a greater good.
This act was driven by a grave circumstance: his friend Marcus was ensnared by the alluring she-witch Faiella. In a treacherous alliance with the feared Old One Eye of Asgard, she sought to resurrect the long-dead King Oberon. Such dark deeds are not taken lightly; they echo with the weight of consequence. In a moment of desperation, Andrés drew a sacred blade across his palm, fulfilling an oath that demanded sacrifice.
The repercussions of his actions rippled through Asgard, casting a long shadow over the realm; yet, despite his efforts, Oberon remains confined within the depths of his grave. The master of Asgard, relentless in his desire to reclaim his father from the clutches of death, shows no signs of abating. Thus, for Andrés, the oath he took—binding him to vigilance and sacrifice—remains ever in effect, a constant reminder of the price of loyalty and the precarious balance between life and death.
Family
From the moment he entered the world, Andrés was raised by a devoted childless couple in his village, enveloped in a cocoon of love and care. Yet, a lingering mystery shadowed his upbringing—he was entirely unaware of the identities of his biological parents.
Upon his arrival in the City of Amber, the truth began to unravel. To his astonishment, he learned that his father, Prince Dalt of Brandenberg, and his mother was the late Melanie, the beloved daughter of Bleys.