Upbringing
Myiumdaely Vandrel who was called Lupis at first, was 36 years of age when his father and mother commenced to introduce the young Elf into the aspects of wizardry. Spending 46 years of his early childhood being home schooled, he had mastered the base fundamentals of Abjuration and Evocation in theory and application thanks to a ring of Spell-storing before ever even learning to cast his first degree incantations. His mother Miriam was a wizard of the Evocation tradition, and had the young Elf learn the ins and outs of such school at a very young age. Naturally born with the innate thunderous cantrip of booming blade, he had repeatedly been subjected to mock exercises involving multiple steam mephits back in Council of Orebelleman, and developed the iron resolve to dive into the fray with nothing but the singular cantrip and his thirst of achieving the highest praise from his mother with a victorious smile.
His father Magnus, had subjected the boy simultaneously with Miriam's straining exercises to carefully temper the necessary tactics to carefully ward himself in Abjuration at the right time, as Lupis excelled in the same tradition. To speed up the affinity with being in the frontlines, and the quick management and juggling from both arcane traditions, Lupis was sponsored with the Haste incantation, accelerating his thought process while under stress from multiple combatants had forged a prodigy in the field before ever enrolling in arcane schools of the Council of Orebelleman.
Arcane School History
At the age of 82, he had enrolled onto the basic arcane schools of his home city of Vineholm, thanks to his parents, it did not take long for him to develop the familiarity with the Weave to house the reserves within his mind, rudimentary foundational pockets of reserves necessary to cast first and degree incantations. Already leaping ahead over Elves of his age. Thus came the choice of which arcane tradition to pick to develop, a choice that his parents had carefully indoctrinated into his mind after 46 years of harsh training. And the choice would be obvious that the War Magic seemed like the perfect use of his skills, although Bladesinging had crossed his mind on more than one occasion.
While in the same year, he had made advancements in the field of War Magic that surprised even his tutors, and began to conjure the Arcane Deflection re-actively as many times as needed with little to no learning curve. In the same year the chain of command of War Magic had deemed Lupis fit to partake in the Arcane Trials of Vineholm to test and certify his capabilities as a wizard, fit to serve the kingdom despite his young age.
The 1739th Arcane Trials of Vineholm
Being the sole competitor of his class, as all others lagged behind and were unable to attend 1739th Arcane Trials, all eyes weighed down onto him and he relished the pressure, always thinking that the greatest pressures forge rarest diamonds. His white thin hair shrouded his verdant irises, thus the nickname that would later hunt him was created by a nameless narrator when announcing his first duel, the "Green-lit White Wolf"
His first duel was against an Evocation wizard, coincidence? Green-lit thought not, the elders of the Arcane Academies throughout the continent always loved to match up Evocation, Abjuration and War Magic against each other, the eternal question of which is superior, focusing on draining resources by abjuring and negating attacks? Or thrashing out wildly with destructive evocations of the elements and eldritch flames to overwhelm your opponent...or the careful balance between the two? The result to these questions varied at best, as the wizard in control would determine which is superior, not a tradition alone. Besides, the spectators always vouched that a duel between these three arcane traditions was the most spectacular.
Thus the elimination bracket was to begin, and Green-lit never felt more at home, thanks to the temperament of his early youth, he would act faster than any wizard thus almost always at an advantage in duels.
The thunderclap was sounded and Green-lit moved first as seasoned competitors had predicted, to everyone's surprise, Green-lit closed the distance with astonishing speed, before closing the distance, his adversary Rafas attempted to daze Green-lit with a stunning shatter spell before moving back, the Wood Elf would hope to utilise his fleet of Foot inane speed to keep Green-lit from engaging in melee. Unexpected but a welcome circumstance and without thought, Green-lit decided not to evade the release of energy in the thunderous sphere, instead Green-lit reactively formed a Arcane Deflection behind him, but not to ward himself, but to use the cascading shockwave as a platform, helping him in propelling several feets towards his adversary who thought he could keep at bay.
As Green-lit lanced towards Rafas, who had little time to react thanks to the dust kicked up by his spell, was caught off guard with a humanoid projectile quite literally flying in a straight line towards him. Green-lit unleashed a firebolt as he flew, striking the Evocation wizard on his shoulder as the wake of the cantrip left a green trail behind. Rafas retaliated the best he could with a Catapult spell, but unfortunately Green-lit brought up another Arcane Deflection shield that absorbed the attack, the Wood Elf could do nothing more now but to be stricken by the ballistic High Elf, who struck him with a quarterstaff while imbuing it with booming energy, leaving Rafas body quivering and sheathed in it.
Green-lit tumbled and rolled to his crouched stance, quarterstaff pointing at the crowd, he turned around to stare at Rafa dead in his eyes, before conjuring Gust as Rafas surrendering words attempted to leave its mouth, which was enveloped by the thunder that exploded as the Wood Elf moved, sending him unconscious. The judges were baffled, and the spectators awestruck, this earned the Green-lit White Wolf renown that day.
Military and Adventuring Life
After earning his license of a arcanist, he spent two years perfecting his basic cantrips and first level incantations before serving the Council of Orebelleman. At this time both councils of Veras and Orebelleman were locked in civil war. Lupis had enlisted and served with other fighters and a few arcanists in the field.
Years had passed and horrors had been witnessed, that drained the youthful light out of his green-lit eyes. By the time he was 98 years of age and with a heavy weight on his shoulders, Lupis then changed his name to "Nathaniel" and moved southeast towards the Duchy of Calaban to begin his life as a sellsword and forget the war crimes and horrors he had witnessed that sought to draw the light from his self.
In his time in the Three-Kingdoms, he oscillated from highs and lows. Getting struck down by a Goblin archer on his first quest.
His evident climb in the political scale surged after accomplishing tasks and earning favour with Emperor Versulis Calaban, who awarded him with the city of Eville in the adjancent king of Tyrael.
The city was later renamed into Osirus after the Deathsmarch in the winter of 3428 of the age of the Veiled Kings.
During his days of adventuring he had met Mida, the Wood Elf who inevitably changed his outlook on life, and drew him back to his former self, naturally transitioning while permanently venting out malice and embracing burning love for a family and the norm.
Multiple events had deviated him from the path of righteousness. As Mida disappeared from Vafrope, hatred seethed and pivotal confrontations spiralled him further into the abyss. Emperor Calaban then coerced Myiumdaely into committing atrocities or else the Sun Elf would lose the most important thing he had so far in 99 years of life.
This dark road ultimately led Myiumdaely to slay Kain in Mount Hotenow of Frothese at the cost of his limbs. Myiumdaely's lid had seemingly been sealed into a ruinous path.
The dark era had eclipsed the light of life, Versulis Calaban saved the Sun Elf from death, encasing him in mithril plate armour with a amulet of health, Myiumdaely was brought from the brink to continue to trek his path of ruin.
For two long years Myiumdaely had embraced the shadows of the world, pain and death followed with every step, and Pling-Plong whispered in his ear with illusions of psionic grandeurisms.
After defending Eville from the Deathsmarch with the aid of the 6 Paragons, Pallidane had told the Sun Elf where Mida was, thus he left the fortress city with his Reichsgard and took his Galleon to bring her back into Vafrope, to hopefully be the spark that his life now needed.
Eighteen years had passed, four children born with Mida and Myiumdaely saw the light of the world once again. Osirus had a three hundred and thirty feet tall arcane academy with all eight schools of magic that became a new refuge for arcanists of the Three-Kingdoms down south, clan Vandrel stood as a strong name in Tyrael. But the worse was yet to come.
Extraplanar entities sought to bring disarray into Tyrael, in which Myiumdaely and Mida pushed them back into lower planes.
Fiends, Aberrations and eventually Donald Drumpf sought to turn their home against clan Vandrel, which thanks to the Vandrel children, were defeated and their secrets exposed. That victory came with the cost of Aberrations from the Far Realms to now enter the fray to keep Tyrael a ruined, shattered kingdom.
Drumpf escaped after being exposed to be allied with Fiends, and his agents migrated from the southeast of Tyrael to the Wildlands, adjacent region with two thousand Elves.
In the year 3446 of the Paragons and Sorcery, the Devil Pinky sought to ruin everything Myiumdaely and Mida amassed in two decades, only to be push back into the Nine Hells again, for the third time.
Theocratic Monarch of Tyrael
Now clan Vandrel announces itself to be shifting the government of Tyrael into a Theocratic Monarchy, with Pallidane at their side.