Celerion
I am Celerion of the Flame. I spent the first hundred years or so growing up with my tree hugging family in the wasteland of green that is Cormathor. It was an easy enough life, but something was eating away at me, and as I grew into knowledge and experience I was able to identify it. I couldn't stand the unstructured life the elves were leading - dancing and frolicking, hunting, wandering, warring, judging, secreting, playing. Its not that it was unpleasant or anything, I just needed more structure, more discipline.
It was about 50 years ago now, a band of humans came through and set fire to some of the large trees, and yes, yes, it was all horrible and everything, but I had never seen such a large force at work, and I was fascinated. I had seen the wind blowing and the sea roiling and even the earth move, but I had never seen fire eat all before it in a raging storm of destruction. It somehow formed a harmonious counterpoint to my desire for order and discipline.
I spent the next 20 years finding out more about fire, and eventually I discovered the true god, the Lord of Flame, Kossuth, and his ideals immediately struck a chord with me. Disciplined and ordered, without favouring the weak values of the elvan gods nor the even weaker lack of morals of the dark gods. I decided to dedicate my time on Toril to Kossuth and expanding his power and influence for the betterment and purification of all.
Soon afterwards, some 30 years ago, my people cast me out of the forest, and I was happy to leave. What could I learn about the great God of Fire living in a wet drippy forest? They had no appreciation for the true power of fire. None.
I roamed various cities and towns for a while, and discovered a large temple dedicated to Kossuth in Westgate. I started to train as a priest of that order, but became quite distracted by those guiding my discipline. The order of monks attached to the church, the Brotherhood of the Flame. Their purpose was to help guide initiates of the church as well as provide military functions for external relationships. The monks are the strong arm of Kossuth, so I quickly transferred to the lowly starting ranks of the brotherhood. Perhaps one day, when I am strong and disciplined, I will return to the priesthood.
Yes, I was much older than the other monks, who were mostly human, but it was of no matter as I quickly surpassed the other initiates and gained my formal monk robes.
I was soon placed into the information gathering wing of the Brotherhood, and within weeks I had hatched a plan to gain information about the entrances to the nightmasks hideout, to see what could be done to reduce the power of this chaotic entity.