Vangelos was a sorcerer's apprentice, although in his opinion that title was a comical error of tragic proportions. He had no knack for magic of for anything even remotely magical outside of healing. This was the first of the two reasons for his discomfort with his home by the sea, a small sheltered world where he had grown up under the care of Adriel.<br/>The second reason was that Adriel was not his father. Vangelos had no memory of his parents, and that disturbed him endlessly. The full story of how he had come under Adriel's wing had never been explained, but his parents had been murdered--the sorcerer had been clear about that horrid detail. As a result, Vangelos' dreams were haunted by dark and disquieting questions.<br/>But Vangelos believed that everyone eventually finds answers if he knows where to look, and he was determined to discover the truth of his past someday.<br/>Unfortunately, at the moment he was casting starfish that were washed ashore back into the ocean. He found this less interesting than an investigation into his past, but he found it to be rewarding nonetheless.<br/>Sweat soaked his tunic as he trudged down the beach.