Mar 23, 2019 4:06:11 GMT
Post by drift on Mar 23, 2019 4:06:11 GMT
[Nickname] Azura
[Age] Twenty-six
[Pronouns] He/Him
[Affiliation] Ri-Radilan
[Rank/Occupation] Queensguard to War-Queen Ashriji
[Alignment] Chaotic Neutral.
[Dragon] ---
[Personality]
Simply because Azuriel wanted to leave the company of the rather stuck up people of Tsiyasa, doesn’t mean he didn’t share some of their.. Cultural traits.
Certainly, Azuriel’s holier-than-thou attitude doesn’t come from the fact that he’s from Tsiyasa, but being born there didn’t do him any favors. He’s an excellent fighter. And he knows it. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t exert that attitude over most everyone he meets.
He’s the overzealous type, for sure, especially when it comes to combat; losing, for him, would be the greatest insult. So, he’ll often dedicate a hell of a lot just to win. He’ll often do things others might view as ‘stupid’ to gain the upper hand; he has numerous scars from doing these things, such as on his palms from gripping a blade with his bare hands. The method has yet to fail for him, though, no matter how idiotic it sounds. He especially adopted the tactic when he moved more towards the desert; wearing heavy metal armor wasn’t really an option, so he had to adapt to a new type of fighting style.
Under his rather presumptuous attitude is a fiercely loyal man. He’s not very honorable (in the medieval sense of the word) in the first place - his duty to whoever he is sworn to comes first. It makes him a rather good person to be friends with - if you can put up with his arrogant attitude, you’ll be repaid with a companion to last a lifetime.
[Backstory]
Azuriel was born as one of the elder children in a rather large mixed family. He and all of his siblings shared a father, but their mothers were different; and he found himself not sharing a mother with any of his other brothers or sisters. He spent the first part of his life isolated from the rest of his family; his distant father didn’t seem to care much for his family in the first place, his older siblings saw him as too young to be around, and his younger ones thought him too old. Not having any full-blooded siblings only added to the feeling of being alone.
So, Azuriel, not having even reached his teen years, devised a plan to hopefully get the attention of his father, even further, his siblings, and perhaps, dreamily, get him the respect and admiration of his countrymates. Most, if not all Tsiyasans, believed they were too prim and proper to learn to fight - so that’s what Azuriel set out to do. For years, he refined his skills, especially so in the art of archery, sword fighting, and axe wielding.
By the time he’d reached his twenties, Azuriel had gotten the attention he had one so desperately wanted. His family was proud of him, he had his people’s respect.. But there was still something that he felt was missing. His family, his father, in particular, held him up on a pedestal, as something that made them better than the rest of the Tsiyasans. It certainly didn’t feel right to Azuriel. He hungered for more.
So one night, without warning, he left. He saw no reason to stay; it would only benefit his family, who had only really started to care about him when he received credit for his skill. Azuriel wanted to put his ability to good use, and have some fun while doing it. And how better to do that than to join the Tsiyasan embassy guard? He was able to satisfy his hunger for a fight, and serve his banner well. He forwent his last name, and all his titles associated with his old family. He had a new life to establish for himself.
The longer he served, the more good word was put in for him. His fighting prowess was well known and respected enough that he had made his way through the ranks, all the way to being elected onto the court of the War-Queen Ashriji herself.
Eventually, he came face to face with Ashriji - and was recruited into her personal guard. Where she goes, Azuriel is more than likely behind her.
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