Azriel Lucius

((I enjoyed roleplaying with the Sages extensively and I'm sorry to see them leave, but that regen ended up making me lose a lot of items, a good chunk of which were bought with the Minas I earned from donating a lot of money to the server.

If you're gonna leave, that's your prerogative but don't hurt the entire server because of your grievances with a few people. I didn't do anything to any of you, nor did anyone else.))

((I was also there tonight, I guess it re-scheduled again; no one was there. Hopefully it all works out.))

I apologize for not being on last night, I had a family emergency I had to take care of. It won't happen again.

((Hey no need to apologize man, things happen. :)))

((I'm assuming something came up last night since the trials didn't happen. I'll try to make the Sunday date, but I'm not sure if I'm working that night yet. It'd be good if it can be done sometime before that, but I understand you're all very busy.))

((I'll be around TeamSpeak most of that day, I'm not working then. What screwed me up last time was my own mix-up of the times.))

[...]Azriel bows before the Sage and outstretches his hand. He hands over a fine scroll of parchment and only raises his head upon beckoning. "Thank you, noble and kind Sage..."[...]

Minecraft Username: KrasnayaArmiya

Hero's Name: Azriel Lucius, Followers of Aeriel Lieutenant

Background of Hero:

The Deep Cold - Azriel Lucius

I never knew from whence I came. I remember the cold, the type so foreboding it that could cut into your very being. I remember the warmth of unconditional love, emanating from two beings...(my parents?)...I remember only the barest of essentials being available...and then I remember the fire. Fire so hot it could burn into your soul. The screams of pain, the sense of urgency, the surge of adrenaline...and then nothing.

I lay awake at night pondering these images, mulling over the dream that haunts me every night...if only to gain some semblance of recognition. However, it is in vain. As I sit here in my Quarters nestled deep in the Followers of Aeriel' base, I can hear the wind cutting through the cold expanse of the North - it sounds nearly identical to the ghastly, forlorn moans of the innumerable victim of the scourge. I am then reminded that there are much more pressing matters at hand.

The earliest memory I can recall with familiarity is my brief life in the slums of Alk'Hazar. I know not how I came into being in this grand metropolis, but I quickly realized I was quite low on the social caste. I lived off of whatever I could scrounge up from the waste of the city's denizens. I did not take out of malicious intent, but rather for survival. In my spare time, I would engross myself in whatever literature came my way. Be it through news postings, discarded ledgers, aged monologues - I realized education was often times the key for said survival. I did not (or perhaps would not) remember what I once went by, but I adopted the name Azriel from one of the many discarded books I came upon. Azriel Lucius.

My actions quickly drew the ire of the citizenry and in turn, the town guard. I was forced to relocate before I was involuntarily restricted to a rather unpleasant jail cell...

I sought out the familiar North lands. I was intimately aware of the nuances of this barren landscape, but could not yet make out why, seeing as how I could not remember ever residing here...(or did I?). I quickly carved out my own dwelling before the harsh, unforgiving land claimed yet another soul, and managed to fashion my own vestments and armaments from the elements. I would take from nature only what was necessary and would hunt only for nourishment, not for sport. In this time, I honed my mind and body...I became skilled in the art of swordsmanship and my archery skills were developed quite nicely. I lived a stable, if not isolated existence off of the land.

That was all shattered with the arrival of the Undead.

One night, I awoke in a cold sweat. Images of hellfire and brimstone dominated my slumber. Distorted, sharp images of painful torment racked my brain and pierced the backs of my eyes - all remnants of an eerily familiar dream (or was it a memory?). I quickly felt something was amiss - the atmosphere was unsettling and adrenaline pulsed through my veins. Gathering my vestments and weaponry, I made my way outside, expecting to be welcomed by the biting cold. However, I was met with an almost warm sensation upon exiting my abode.

A familiar sight played out in front of my eyes, the familiarity lost on me (or maybe you just don't want to remember). In the distance, fire shot high into the sky, seemingly an affront to the very Heavens. Screams and cries pierced through the air. The nearby settlements of the North were under siege by some form of malevolence. Lightning struck intermittently, as if the as of yet unknown beings controlled the very weather that resided over Aegis...I was about to begin a frantic trek through the melting snow, when that very seem malevolence I earlier sensed shot through my very being. Danger.

I quickly jumped out of the way and narrowly dodged a sword before it ran me through. A searing pain momentarily shot through my face, and I was vaguely aware of a hot red liquid impeding my sight and making it's way down my face. Spinning with my blade in hand, I turned to face my opponent. I came face to face with glowing red eyes, surrounded by a sunken face. Shrouded by a dark hood complimented by robes as black as the night, the foreboding figure loomed over me. I could scarcely make out his (if it was indeed classified by gender) features, but was vaguely aware of a sinister steer. His eyes were drawn together, seemingly in amusement.

In a flash, a searing hot ball of fire was willed in my direction from thin air and again I jumped out of the way. The fireball connected with the door I was just positioned in front of. It shattered into dozens of pieces of burning splinters and they seared into the exposed areas of my flesh. Quickly closing the distance between myself and the being before me, I thrust my blade true and determined towards the center mass of this being. I buried my sword deep into the unholy assailant and he let out what could only be described as an otherworldly wail. He vanished in a dark plume of smoke and I was left there, bewildered. Clutching my sword close to me, I vigilantly scanned the nearby landscape for any sign of the being. He (or it) was nowhere to be found. Dabbing at my face, I winced at the pain and looked at my hand. Blood. The fiend had cut into me, narrowly missing my left eye, but I was relieved he didn't get the chance to do much else. I would most certainly scar, however.

Satisfied that I was safe for the time being, I began the long trek to the nearby settlements. The fire was still burning in the distance...I hoped I wasn't too late...A warm, comforting female voice then resonated throughout my head.

'Your intentions and valor ring true. Continue onwards, brave Northerner, your destiny awaits...'

I stopped momentarily and shook my head, startled.

I knew my journey was just beginning.

Good Deeds: I was a loner for a brief time, preferring to carve out my life in the barren North and keep to myself. However, I realized that it was...unnatural. I've never felt fulfilled nor at ease on my own. No, I came to the conclusion that I was brought into this world to do good in the name of Aeriel. A warm, comforting whisper would soothe my very soul whenever I helped the helpless or vanquished evil from the lands of Aegis...a mother's hand, coddling her scared son.

I came to Alk'Hazar and sought out those in need and would offer my expertise as a warrior, free of charge. A small town, Greenshire, was just forming. I acted as protectorate of the town, standing guard many a foreboding night against banditry, thuggery, and evil. No harm came to this town under me.

After Greenshire managed to get on it's own two feet and become self-sustaining, I sought recruitment with the Followers of Aeriel, having heard it was spearheading the battle against the Undead scourge. There, I was recruited by Commander Blaedr and I spent many long months serving the denizens of Aegis with my improved capacity to do so.

I scour the outskirts of Alk'Hazar, on the watch for banditry and always at the ready to lead travelers to safety from the harsh elements of the Wilds. I regularly work with the Town Guard to root out both mortal followers of Iblees and common lawbreakers. And many a time, I have organized both defense and offense against the scourge and their followers with my FOA brothers always at hand. I have also stormed many bastions of evil with congruent forces, be it the Followers of Aeriel, the Town Guard, or whatever group of brave men and women I could gather together in haste.

But...I am only one man. Despite my valiant efforts to organize a defense, Alstion fell to the Undead for the final time many moons ago. I was gravely wounded during my efforts and despite my having assailed many of the fiends, I could not make a difference. The town fell and many of the defenders were massacred. Since then, I have learned to truly understand the power of evil and the means necessary to vanquish it.

Character Flaws: I am well meaning, but my judgement is often clouded by my eagerness and youth. I pride myself on being a tactician and calculating strategist, but often times my patience runs thin and I may take an approach that is not tactically sound and may very easily endanger my life. As I gain a breadth of experience, I believe my eagerness will give way to a self-assured calm.

Hero’s Specialty: I am a man of many talents, but I am a warrior first and foremost. As a Northerner, I live by the blade, but only in the defense of Aegis and her denizens, no matter what their creed.

Rationale: The lands of Aegis were created by for all to live by and to enjoy and the denizens of Aegis must respect both the land and each other. Those that rape the land, and terrorize the helpless must be vanquished in the name of Aeriel. Not everyone can arm themselves in the defense of Aegis, so it is the responsibility of those who can to put their lives on the line for those that cannot.

Reaction to the following situations:

1. Cephalus defines ‘justice’ as speaking the truth and paying one's debts. Socrates quickly refutes this account by suggesting that it would be wrong to repay certain debts—for example, to return a borrowed weapon to a friend who is not in his right mind.

Justice as a man made institution is meaningless if it goes against the inherent moral code that is instilled upon us by the powers that be. We must shape our beliefs of justice off of the greater good - the ultimate well being of Aegis, her lands, and her people, for it is the first and foremost concern and must always be adhered too. Any man made institution or notion comes at a very distant second to that. If it contradicts the golden rule, it must not be adhered too and must ultimately be sidestepped. We must never lose sight of the greater good, we must never compromise the intricate values that set us aside from the savages, the thugs, and the evil that scours this land.

'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?

It is foolish to take up arms in every conflict - we are not the mediators of every quarrelsome feud that may come along, nor are we the an extension of any group or faction that wishes to impose it's view upon Aegis. For evil is subjective to many, we must exercise restraint with the power bestowed upon us, lest we become what we fight so hard against.

And it is even more foolish to lay dormant against oppression and tyranny if it can very well be avoided. However, if it means a nation of people be united, if it means the bastions of man are inspired to stand up for the greater good, then sometimes it is best to let tyranny take dominion. But ultimately, those that wish to do this land and it's denizens wrong should and must be stopped by just and steadfast methods, but not by any means necessary - lest we compromise what we stand for. Rather, we should face darkness with light, fire with water, evil with good. We should not and cannot never lose sight of what we stand united for as the protectors of Aegis.

((Hey guys, Azriel here! I've been having a great time RPing with you all, so much so that I've been motivated to really start developing my character's back story. Check it out: viewtopic.php?f=8&t=15066))

The Deep Cold - Azriel Lucius

I never knew from whence I came. I remember the cold, the type so foreboding it that could cut into your very being. I remember the warmth of unconditional love, emanating from two people (my parents?)...I remember only the barest of essentials being available...and then I remember the fire. Fire so hot it could burn into your soul. The screams of pain, the sense of panic, the surge of adrenaline...and then nothing.

I lay awake at night pondering these images, mulling over the dream that haunts me every night...to gain some semblance of recognition. However, it is in vain. As I sit here in my Quarters nestled deep in the Followers of Aeriel' base, I can hear the wind cutting through the cold expanse of the North - it sounds nearly identical to the ghastly, forlorn moans of the innumerable victim of the Undead scourge and am then reminded that there are much more pressing matters at hand.

The earliest memory I can recall with familiarity is my brief life in the slums of Alk'Hazar. I know not how I came into being in this grand metropolis, but I realized I was quite low on the social caste. I lived off of whatever I could scrounge up from the city's denizens. I did not steal out of malicious intent, but rather for survival. In my spare time, I would engross myself in whatever literature came my way. Be it through news postings, discarded ledgers, aged monologues - I realized education was often times the key for survival. I did not (or perhaps would not) remember what I once went by, but I adopted the name Azriel from one of the many discarded books I came upon. Azriel Lucius.

However, my actions quickly drew the ire of the citizenry and in turn, the town guard. I was forced to relocate before I was involuntarily restricted to a dank prison cell.

Being a Northerner, I naturally sought out out the familiar North lands. I was intimately aware of the nuances of this barren landscape, but could not yet make out why, seeing as how I could not remember ever residing here...(or did I?). I quickly carved out my own dwelling before the harsh, unforgiving land claimed yet another soul, and managed to fashion my own vestments and armaments from the elements. I would take from nature only what was necessary and would hunt only for nourishment, not for sport. In this time, I honed my mind and body...I became skilled in the art of swordsmanship and my archery skills were developed quite nicely. I lived a stable, if not isolated existence off of the land.

That was all shattered with the arrival of the Undead.

One night, I awoke in a cold sweat. Images of hellfire and brimstone dominated my slumber. Distorted, sharp images of painful torment racked my brain and pierced the back of my eyes - all remnants of an eerily familiar dream (or was it a memory?). I quickly felt something was amiss - the atmosphere was unsettling and adrenaline pulsed through my veins. Gathering my vestments and weaponry, I made my way outside, expecting to be welcomed by the biting cold. However, I was met with an almost warm sensation upon exiting my abode.

A familiar sight played out in front of my eyes, the familiarity lost on me (or maybe you just don't want to remember). In the distance, fire shot high into the sky, seemingly an affront to the very Heavens. Screams and cries pierced through the air. The nearby settlements of the North were under siege by some form of malevolence. Lightning struck intermittently...did the evil machinations of these as of yet unknown beings control the very same weather that dictated the land of Aegis? I was about to begin a frantic trek through the melting snow, when that very same malevolence I earlier sensed shot through my very being. Danger.

I quickly jumped out of the way and narrowly dodged a sword before it ran me through. A searing pain momentarily shot through my face, and I was vaguely aware of a red liquid impeding my sight and making it's way down my face. Spinning with my blade in hand, I turned to face my opponent. I came face to face with glowing red eyes, surrounded by a sunken face. Shrouded by a dark hood complimented by robes as dark as the night, the foreboding figure loomed over me. I could scarce make out his (if it was indeed classified by gender) features, but was vaguely aware of a sinister steer. His eyes were drawn together, seemingly in amusement.

In a flash, a searing hot ball of fire was willed in my direction from thin air and again I jumped out of the way. The fireball connected with the door I was just positioned in front of. It shattered in dozens of pieces of burning splinters and they seared into the exposed areas of my flesh. Quickly closing the distance between myself and the being before me, I thrust my blade true and determined towards the center mass of this being. I buried my sword deep into my unholy assailant and he let out what could only be described as an otherworldly wail. He vanished in a dark plume of smoke and I was left there, bewildered. Clutching my sword close to me, I vigilantly scanned the nearby landscape for any sign of the being. He (or it) was nowhere to be found. Dabbing at my face, I winced at the pain and looked at my hand. Blood. The fiend had cut into me, but I was relieved he didn't get the chance to do much else. I would definitely scar, however.

Satisfied that I was safe for the time being, I began the long trek to the nearby settlements. The fire was still burning in the distance...I hoped I wasn't too late...A warm voice then sounded off in my head.

'Your intentions and valor ring true. Continue onwards, brave Northerner, your destiny awaits...'

I stopped momentarily and shook my head, startled.

I knew my journey was just beginning.

Just a quick look into my character's early beginnings. I hope to expand on this when I organize my thoughts.

Comment, tell me what you think! :)

The Deep Cold - Azriel Lucius

I never knew from whence I came. I remember the cold, the type so foreboding it that could cut into your very being. I remember the warmth of unconditional love, emanating from two people (my parents?)...I remember only the barest of essentials being available...and then I remember the fire. Fire so hot it could burn into your soul. The screams of pain, the sense of panic, the surge of adrenaline...and then nothing.

I lay awake at night pondering these images, mulling over the dream that haunts me every night...to gain some semblance of recognition. However, it is in vain. As I sit here in my Quarters nestled deep in the Followers of Aeriel' base, I can hear the wind cutting through the cold expanse of the North - it sounds nearly identical to the ghastly, forlorn moans of the innumerable victim of the Undead scourge and am then reminded that there are much more pressing matters at hand.

The earliest memory I can recall with familiarity is my brief life in the slums of Alk'Hazar. I know not how I came into being in this grand metropolis, but I realized I was quite low on the social caste. I lived off of whatever I could scrounge up from the city's denizens. I did not steal out of malicious intent, but rather for survival. In my spare time, I would engross myself in whatever literature came my way. Be it through news postings, discarded ledgers, aged monologues - I realized education was often times the key for survival. I did not (or perhaps would not) remember what I once went by, but I adopted the name Azriel from one of the many discarded books I came upon. Azriel Lucius.

However, my actions quickly drew the ire of the citizenry and in turn, the town guard. I was forced to relocate before I was involuntarily restricted to a dank prison cell.

Being a Northerner (a conclusion I came to by my natural athleticism, light skin, and naturally light hair), I naturally sought out out the familiar North lands. I was intimately aware of the nuances of this barren landscape, but could not yet make out why, seeing as how I could not remember ever residing here...(or did I?). I quickly carved out my own dwelling before the harsh, unforgiving land claimed yet another soul, and managed to fashion my own vestments and armaments from the elements. I would take from nature only what was necessary and would hunt only for nourishment, not for sport. In this time, I honed my mind and body...I became skilled in the art of swordsmanship and my archery skills were developed quite nicely. I lived a stable, if not isolated existence off of the land.

That was all shattered with the arrival of the Undead.

One night, I awoke in a cold sweat. Images of hellfire and brimstone dominated my slumber. Distorted, sharp images of painful torment racked my brain and pierced the back of my eyes - all remnants of an eerily familiar dream (or was it a memory?). I quickly felt something was amiss - the atmosphere was unsettling and adrenaline pulsed through my veins. Gathering my vestments and weaponry, I made my way outside, expecting to be welcomed by the biting cold. However, I was met with an almost warm sensation upon exiting my abode.

A familiar sight played out in front of my eyes, the familiarity lost on me (or maybe you just don't want to remember). In the distance, fire shot high into the sky, seemingly an affront to the very Heavens. Screams and cries pierced through the air. The nearby settlements of the North were under siege by some form of malevolence. Lightning struck intermittently, as if the as of yet unknown beings controlled the very weather that resided over Aegis...I was about to begin a frantic trek through the melting snow, when that very seem malevolence I earlier sensed shot through my very being. Danger.

I quickly jumped out of the way and narrowly dodged a sword before it ran me through. A searing pain momentarily shot through my face, and I was vaguely aware of a hot red liquid impeding my sight and making it's way down my face. Spinning with my blade in hand, I turned to face my opponent. I came face to face with glowing red eyes, surrounded by a sunken face. Shrouded by a dark hood complimented by robes as black as the night, the foreboding figure loomed over me. I could scarcely make out his (if it was indeed classified by gender) features, but was vaguely aware of a sinister steer. His eyes were drawn together, seemingly in amusement.

In a flash, a searing hot ball of fire was willed in my direction from thin air and again I jumped out of the way. The fireball connected with the door I was just positioned in front of. It shattered into dozens of pieces of burning splinters and they seared into the exposed areas of my flesh. Quickly closing the distance between myself and the being before me, I thrust my blade true and determined towards the center mass of this being. I buried my sword deep into the unholy assailant and he let out what could only be described as an otherworldly wail. He vanished in a dark plume of smoke and I was left there, bewildered. Clutching my sword close to me, I vigilantly scanned the nearby landscape for any sign of the being. He (or it) was nowhere to be found. Dabbing at my face, I winced at the pain and looked at my hand. Blood. The fiend had cut into me, narrowly missing my left eye, but I was relieved he didn't get the chance to do much else. I would most certainly scar, however.

Satisfied that I was safe for the time being, I began the long trek to the nearby settlements. The fire was still burning in the distance...I hoped I wasn't too late...A warm, comforting female voice then resonated throughout my head.

'Your intentions and valor ring true. Continue onwards, brave Northerner, your destiny awaits...'

I stopped momentarily and shook my head, startled.

I knew my journey was just beginning.

Just a brief look into my character's beginnings. I hope to expand on this story soon, I just need to think it over is all. Tell me what you think! :)

Brief Character History: Azriel Lucius was born in a land far, far away under another name not a man remembers. His caregivers long gone through means he never knew, he remembers somehow making his way to Alk'Hazar and living there as a younger teen. Destitute, he did whatever he could to survive. He taught himself to read and to write through many of the literary works in display at Alk'Hazar.

Azriel's vagrancy did not bode well with the local authorities, and he was chased out of the city and forced to make shelter in the Wilds. The harsh Wilds were not welcoming, and Azriel was forced to hone his fighting ability out of utter necessity. If he did not have a successful hunt, he would not eat. If he could not defend himself, he would be assailed by the many beasts that made the Wilds their home.

Eventually, Azriel encountered the Undead plague. He felled many of the hellspawn before he was forced to re-enter civilization once again. Upon entering Alk'Hazar, Azriel came upon a man, Alex McCullister. Seeking a distant land to once again get back on his feet and prepare for his journey against the Undead, Azriel inquired about possible shelter. Alex lead Azriel to Greenshire, where the hospitable town occupants offered him shelter and nourishment. In exchange, Azriel protected the peaceful denizens of the town. Azriel then began the journey North, promising the townspeople he would return the favor someday.

Unwilling to let the hand that he was dealt be wrought upon anyone else, Azriel vowed to halt the Undead scourge. He now wanders the barren landscape of the North, seeking out like-minded people who will stand by him in his goal.

Character Name (I.C.): Azriel Lucius

Character name (O.C.) Krasnaya Armiya

Race: Human, Northerner

IC Age: 25

Goals in the FOA: To halt the Undead scourge and protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Good deeds you have done: Azriel often protects those who choose to live a peaceful life, and has done so many times.

How did you hear of us: Through a farmer at Alstion Town.

Are you against the Undead? Please explain why: Azriel was forced out of the Wilds by constant Undead incursions. He witnessed firsthand the brutality and evil of the scourge and promised to never let them have free reign in the lands of Aegis.

Can you wield a blade: Azriel is a skilled swordsman.

Are you a capable builder: Moderately so.

Are you an archer: Azriel is a swordsman first and foremost, but he can sufficiently wield a bow when the need arises.

Any special skills: He is a very resourceful man; he can make do in very desolate conditions.

Explain how you will help to serve the FOA, and through us, the Ascended and Aeriel: Azriel Lucius is willing to put his life on the line for the greater good, and his selflessness would undoubtedly be an asset for the Followers of Aeriel. His fighting prowess would also make him a worthy opponent.

Out-Of-Character:

- Minecraft Account Name: KrasnayaArmiya

- How old are you?: 19

- Time-Zone/Country of Residence: Canada, EST -5 (Eastern timezone)

- Do you have a good grip on the English language/good grammar?: Yes, I would like to think so.

- Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: Well, simply put, I've had an interest in roleplay for years. I tend to roleplay on the law side of the legal spectrum but I'm diverse to all types of roleplay. I love nothing more than to create a character from scratch and develop him through the various interactions and experiences a server has to offer. I also like writing as a hobby, so that really goes hand in hand with my roleplay affinity.

- How much time could you be on the server weekly?: I work a lot of hours at my real life job plus I'm also part of another RP community at another game, but I'm sure I could dedicate a fair amount of time.

- How long have you played minecraft?: I played the free version when it first came out for awhile, but just recently decided to purchase the game.

- What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: I know pretty much everything there is to know about roleplay, ie. metagaming, powergaming, deathmatching, mixing OOC/IC, and so on. I've been roleplaying for many, many years, starting on the Half Life 1 mod 'The Specialists'. As I said above, I prefer to roleplay on the law side of the legal spectrum but I'm open to all types of roleplay.

- What do you expect this server will be like?: From what I've heard from my friends, it sounds like it'll be overwhelming in the amount of features it has to offer - but that's not a bad thing at all.

- What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: I'm not sure if this pertains to MineCraft, but the original server I played on on 'The Specialists' ended up going down and the community involved disbanding. Since then I've drifted around, roleplaying on forums occasionally but right now I've found my niche as a senior administrator and head of the police department faction (with over 180+ members) in a San Andreas roleplay server. As for MineCraft servers, I have limited experience in the free version that I played with a few friends for awhile.

- Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules? What about the lore?: Yes, I've read it all thoroughly and I agree.

- Name the 4 races on this server. The Humans, Orcs, Dwarves, and Elves. They all have multiple sub-races as well.

- How did you hear about us?: Through four friends, they're currently reating a town called Greenshire.

- Did you vote?: Yes.

- What was your favourite Law?: They all make sense and are necessary for order, but the rules against griefing definitely make things a lot easier for players trying to enjoy themselves.

- What was your least favourite Law?: They're all fine to me. As I said above, a strict set of rules is necessary for the continued progression of a community towards bigger and better things.

- What is your The Lord Of Craft forum account name? The Pale Man

In-Character:

- Character Name: Azriel Lucine

- What is your Race?: Human

- Lordofthecraft.net/forum account: The Pale Man

- Biography: A human, Azriel once went by another name and came from a land far, far away, but not a man remembers. Abandoned by parents he never knew, the only constant in his life was the fight for survival. Finding himself in the Kingdom of Oren, Azriel was a vagrant from a very young age, self-taught concerning most matters of academics - reading, writing, and mathematics. Eventually, his vagrancy caused him to run afoul of the local authorities, and he took refuge in the Wilds. He soon learned how to fight and defend himself against all manners of threats not out of choice, but necessity. Finally ready to face the world of Aegis, Azriel has decided to once again step back into the same society that had no place for him before. He'd make sure the same hand he was dealt in life would never again happen to another.

- Character Age: 25

- Character Appearance: He appears very young, but is obviously world weary at first glance. His age is therefore ambiguous to those trying to estimate. He has a large scar running down the right side of his face from long ago. Azriel has light blond hair, piercing blue eyes, a square jaw, and high cheekbones - he is an intense sight.

-Character Personality: Azriel is calm and respectful of the laws of the land but prefers to be left to his own machinations. However, he harbors a deep amount of angst that occasionally manifests itself in bouts of anger.

- Your ambitions: He may come off as a drifter, one to keep to his self, but Azriel plans to experience all that Aegis has to offer and although he'd never admit it, he has an affinity to do what's right - he would always help those in need, not wanting the same fate that befell him in life to befall any other poor soul.

- Can your character read or write?: Yes, quite well.

- Can your character mine?: He's worked various odd jobs through his life, so he has a bit of a grasp of mining.

- Are you a capable builder? Not in the least.

- Can you wield a sword?: One of Azriel's most reputable skills is his swordsmanship.

- Enjoy Farming?: Not particularly, but he'd do it if he needed the money.

- Does your character have any special skills?: Besides his above average swordsmanship, Azriel is a skilled orator.

- A screenshot of your skin:

- Other Information: Thank you for reading and hopefully I can have the chance to join this prestigious community.