Sikander wasn't the holy figure his tribe hoped he would grow up to be. Perhaps it was the freak sandstorm that arose the night of his birth, but for some reason he wasn't like other aasimar. He lacked interest in holy matters, and instead of projecting an aura of light, he could shroud himself in dreadful terror.

He was far more interested in magic, for which he demonstrated remarkable talent. It was a relief to his tribe when he left for the city to study wizardry.

Sikander is inquisitive but aloof. He delves into ruins more to uncover lost secrets than to destroy the dangerous evils that lay within.