Axl grew up as a part of the Church in Caëlion. From a young age, he was already bigger and taller than his peers. Due to that fact, it’s been drilled into him that his strength was the Gods’ gift so he could protect the weak. Axl had not been a particularly out-spoken or aggressive person to begin with- in fact he preferred his studies to physical exercises- but with copious levels of encouragement, he’d grown to admire the role of a protector. All with the help of some good old fashioned stories and fairytales of course. Stories of heroes, of dragons; the combined strength that could conquer all that stood before them.

As he grew older, the obsession to defend the weak from all manner of injustices -as was the rightful responsibility of those a part of the Church-  intensified. He recognized the need for strength and power to accomplish his goals and honed his magic until he could go no further. Even then it wasn’t enough. He knew there was more. He needed the power of dragons; a very specific element of magic that would compliment his own.

His objective would never be realized, however, as Caëlion fell before he could gather any leads. He covered the escape of those who’d been fortunate enough to make it out and has been travelling with the group ever since.

As the feelings of his peers towards dragons twisted into hatred, Axl had stood fast in his beliefs. While working to develop defenses for the group, he has continued research in private the whereabouts of one who could share his goals and elevate their abilities. He paid no heed to his peers’ growing resentment to his ideals. So they’d been told- he would even marry one and share half his life if it meant they could attain better protection for the group.

It would not be until his learning of the ugliness that lay in the depths of the Church’s operation that Axl would completely retreat from public view, choosing to support the group from where he would not have to come face to face with its consequences everyday.