Sex: Vox prefers masculine pronouns. As there are no other males or females of his kind, however, he is not sure if this is true. He is truly male. He thinks he is probably gender-neutral
Age: He lost count about a millennium ago. He was created shortly after his world was.
Race/Species: Familiar
Origin: Volgrox, an original fantasy world
Appearance: Here's a rough drawing.
While Vox can shapeshift, his preferred and true form is that of a small dragon the size of a housecat. Bright blue scales cover most of his body, while his belly, throat, and lower jaw are pink. Two pairs of insectile wings reach from his shoulders. And frills just from his rump, jaw, and each side of his head. His voice has a feminine lilt to it and tends to covey a tone of indifference.
Vox's small, slender form make him appear harmless. And, for the most part, he is. However, his needle-like teeth can cause a good amount of pain when needed, as can the scorpion-style barb in his end of his tail.
In spite of his perfectly functional wings and feet, Vox preffers to ride on the shoulders of whoever he happens to be connected to at the time.
Vox has minor shapeshifting abilities, though he dislikes using them when he doesn't have to. He can shift into any nonmagical creatures his base size or smaller. They always have a blue-gray coat and bright yellow eyes, along with any appropriate markings.
Personality: Vox hasn't concerned himself with morals in years, preferring to operate in the realms of logic and pragmatism. Feelings like compassion and hate don't influence his decisions, only what is best for his current ward.
Vox has worked to rid himself of emotion so that now they are subdued. He may find himself slightly amused or annoyed, or mildly curious, but feelings like anger and sadness and joy have been erased from his repertoire. He tends to only feel powerful emotion when people ignore his advice, that emotion being anger.
Vox also doesn't like dislikes forming emotional attachments to people. After all, they'll die soon. However, In spite of this, he is highly protective of his ward. He sees it ats his duty to keep them safe, even though he can't do much to that effect.
Vox has a strong belief in fate and divine guidance, having been divinely created himself. However, his feelings to the Creator-Godof his world has become jaded in the past millennium or so, as he feels disconnected and receives guidance less and less.
Vox is a patient teacher and knows a good deal about magic theory, even that of some worlds not his own. As such, while he doesn't know how the Bastion operates, nothing it does surprises him. If asked to explain, he will explain that a type of magic known as metagaming magic prevents him from explaining or even precisely knowing why the Bastion's actions make sense.
History: Vox wasn't born; he was created. He remembers beginning as a disembodied consciousness falling from the sky. As he fell, the wind began to move around him as firs his heart formed from nothingness, then the rest of his body. And after his body formed, he felt an urge, a calling: to find the one who was destined to become the world of Volgrox's sole wizard, teach him the ways of magic.
Vox fell the rest of the way out of the sky, into the lap of a young man named Abdul. As soon as he landed Vox knew Abdul was the one he was to teach. The two became very close friends, and, with Vox's guidance, Abdul ruled Volgrox with fairness and wisdom.
But before long Abdul became old. He died at a ripe old age. But Vox was still young. He was left to find and train a new magic-user to rule the land.
Vox's next ward was a man named Kentou. At first, Kentou seemed to be kind and wise, but he quickly began to lust for power. He ignored Vox's advice to treat the people with love and fairness, instead ruling over them with an iron fist. After many years, however, Kentou also died and left young Vox to find a new ward.
And so the cycle continued: Vox sought out and trained a new wizard. Some were like Abdul, but ruled as Kentou did. Each one, however, would die and leave Vox alone yet again. Before many wizards, Vox had learned to harden his heart, to avoid becoming attached wi the goo or trying to lift up the evil. They centuries melded into each other, each day no different from the previous or the next, as Vox adopted an indifferent existence. Up until the morning he woke in a strange room, in a castle in the sky.
Other: Vox has minor shapeshifting powers.
He can adopt the form of any nonmagical animal no larger than his true form (the size of a house cat). Unless the DM says otherwise, this is the bastion just diminishes this to where it takes more concentration to induce, whereas he could formerly Do it almost without thinking.