Post by djoe on Apr 16, 2012 21:33:40 GMT -5
((note fights and some events will be third person))
Character Name:Azra
Age:53
Race:Syccan
Skills: minor magic, average magic (self taught), basic sword skill, thievery
Alignment: Neutral While Azra may seem cruel or bitter at time it’s not that he is so much as he doesn’t really care about anything anymore, in all truth the only thing he cares about is ending up on top so he can work toward his goal no matter what it takes.
Hobbies: Learning of all kinds, studding, and magic experimentation
Physical Description: A tall slender man approximately 6'7'' and 185 Lbs. his hair Black (naturally sliver), completely black eyes and a light gray skin tone. He wears worn dark color clothes and a long faded cloak that conceals his sword and dagger with a hood that shrouds his face.
Bio/History:Azra was born in the capital city of the Syccan, Viventor. He quite large family with 3 brothers and 2 sisters. His father and mother were researchers in the magical arts. His parents would always fascinate him with just how amazing magic was, the beauty and power it held how it was in everything living, how it could give life but just as easily it could take it all away. With the support of his mother and father he began to learn whatever he could about magic, and even how to use it. With his parents help he was a natural. First simple things, then a little more and more until he didn’t even hardly need to think about it. After a while his parents became more and more consumed in their work to the point of were his brothers would have to watch him for weeks, and every time his parents returned their skin was paler and they always seemed... odd more tired, having night terrors like a small child and paranoid when any one asked them questions. Finally one day they all awoke to their fathers screams from outside when Azra rushed out to see what was wrong he saw his father in a pool of his blood with odd symbols carved in to his flesh. As soon as turned he swore that he saw man with something in his hand, but when he looked again there was nothing there. As for his father no matter what they did the bleeding didn't stop hell even his mother tried to use magic nearly killing herself in the end he died from blood loss, gibbering with a look of pure terror. over the next few months Azra's mother never said a word hardly eating, just staring in to walls from her chair until one day she was found like her husband this time with a dagger at here feat, As soon as Azra saw the dagger he knew where it was from, it was what the man he saw was holding . It was said to be a suicide do to her depression, so Azra’s family was shunned by the society. After that he did whatever he could to try find this man but he never did. After so long he finally gave up and decide he would follow in his parents foot step and become researcher of magic until he was denied to be to be officially taught magic so he could apply to the warlocks guild. After that he took the dagger and what he was wearing at the time and left the city enraged that he what wished to do was a promised future, that was now gone with nothing he could do about it. after wandering for several week he came upon Tryo village where he lived by parlor tricks and thievery for two years now, learning to hide his identity as not be shunned by the ignorant humans. his only goal now is to show the man that did this to him the pain it caused him tenfold.
Character Name:Azra
Age:53
Race:Syccan
Skills: minor magic, average magic (self taught), basic sword skill, thievery
Alignment: Neutral While Azra may seem cruel or bitter at time it’s not that he is so much as he doesn’t really care about anything anymore, in all truth the only thing he cares about is ending up on top so he can work toward his goal no matter what it takes.
Hobbies: Learning of all kinds, studding, and magic experimentation
Physical Description: A tall slender man approximately 6'7'' and 185 Lbs. his hair Black (naturally sliver), completely black eyes and a light gray skin tone. He wears worn dark color clothes and a long faded cloak that conceals his sword and dagger with a hood that shrouds his face.
Bio/History:Azra was born in the capital city of the Syccan, Viventor. He quite large family with 3 brothers and 2 sisters. His father and mother were researchers in the magical arts. His parents would always fascinate him with just how amazing magic was, the beauty and power it held how it was in everything living, how it could give life but just as easily it could take it all away. With the support of his mother and father he began to learn whatever he could about magic, and even how to use it. With his parents help he was a natural. First simple things, then a little more and more until he didn’t even hardly need to think about it. After a while his parents became more and more consumed in their work to the point of were his brothers would have to watch him for weeks, and every time his parents returned their skin was paler and they always seemed... odd more tired, having night terrors like a small child and paranoid when any one asked them questions. Finally one day they all awoke to their fathers screams from outside when Azra rushed out to see what was wrong he saw his father in a pool of his blood with odd symbols carved in to his flesh. As soon as turned he swore that he saw man with something in his hand, but when he looked again there was nothing there. As for his father no matter what they did the bleeding didn't stop hell even his mother tried to use magic nearly killing herself in the end he died from blood loss, gibbering with a look of pure terror. over the next few months Azra's mother never said a word hardly eating, just staring in to walls from her chair until one day she was found like her husband this time with a dagger at here feat, As soon as Azra saw the dagger he knew where it was from, it was what the man he saw was holding . It was said to be a suicide do to her depression, so Azra’s family was shunned by the society. After that he did whatever he could to try find this man but he never did. After so long he finally gave up and decide he would follow in his parents foot step and become researcher of magic until he was denied to be to be officially taught magic so he could apply to the warlocks guild. After that he took the dagger and what he was wearing at the time and left the city enraged that he what wished to do was a promised future, that was now gone with nothing he could do about it. after wandering for several week he came upon Tryo village where he lived by parlor tricks and thievery for two years now, learning to hide his identity as not be shunned by the ignorant humans. his only goal now is to show the man that did this to him the pain it caused him tenfold.