Son of Ahzvidan of the Lapis Waves, Ahzrael of the Silvermoon was born in 1694 in a small village of fisherfolk to the Northwest of the Loftywoods in Atlas. The village’s founder was a trusted ally of the Warhawkes and thus their culture revolved around the spirituality of Lapis and its various traits. As the settlements of Atlas became progressively more dangerous, a young Ahzrael’s parents sought a better life for him in legends of new lands across the grand waves.
The trip was long and arduous but eventually the family shored on a small island south of the lands of Arcas. Here they survived on the creatures of the sea and what small crops they could grow until they spotted a mass of ships migrating from the very direction they had ventured from years prior. Ahzrael’s parents prepared to make sail once again to avoid the kingdoms of the past but Ahzrael was curious and sought to experience these cultures himself rather than hear stories of their follies. He stole away in the night with a small boat to try and get a better glimpse of the crew on one of the nearby pilgrimaging ships, but was tossed overboard by an unknown creature of the deep. Before his life was taken by the tumultuous waters, the crew of the ship spotted his misfortune and brought him aboard.
The ship’s crew agreed to drop Ahzrael off on his island in exchange for some supplies from his home, but when they arrived his family appeared to have already left. The captain offered Ahzrael a place on his ship after hearing his grief, promising that he could one day find a ship of his own to search the seas for his parents if he learned from the crew. Ahzrael reluctantly agreed and spent the next decade aboard various ships learning the trades of seafaring folk around and beyond the lands of Arcas.
Finally confident in his abilities to develop a crew of his own, Ahzrael has set out on the docks of Llyria to make a name for himself.
Weight: 182 lbs. (Trim)
Eye Color: Azure Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Attire: Various outfits commonly with Lapis detailing
Ahzrael places his sea-weathered hands on his hips and closes his eyes as he takes in the unique and unfamiliar scents of the bazaar before responding to the well-dressed land-dweller, “I’ve been at sea for too long making my way here from lands likely unknown to you. If you have any information on where I can find a cold ale, I’d appreciate it!”

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