Post by hugo on Feb 9, 2020 21:36:28 GMT -5
Azael Enderyon Full Name • Azael Lianis Vezonya Enderyon Nickname • The Forgotten Prince, Acklay of Taris (arena name) Race • Darysi Birthplace • Keep of Glass, Vezon, Galactic Republic Age • 36 Gender • Male Sexuality • Pansexual Faction • Fringe Concept • Rank 3 Fire-Dancer (force adept), Mercenary-Adventurer and Arena Enthusiast, Forgotten Royal Bastard Languages • Darysi, Basic, Sephi, Huttese, Durese Assets • 1x armed Ankou-class star yacht (Refitted with 2x light quad-laser cannons, a fore-mounted twin ion cannon, and a concussion missile silo, at the cost of cargo, crew, and passenger capacity.); a small crew and staff plus droids; an array of weaponry of Darysi design (including the pictured vibrosword and dagger, his favored shortspear, and a few blasters of various make and model, 1x K&R Magnum slugthrower pistol, a small fortune. Appearance Face Claim • All credit to Adam Lee Height & Weight • 6'2" - 185 lbs Overall Looks • At first glance, Azael is a large, young man of a wild but elegant character. He is immediately alien: unnatural platinum-silver hair, wavy but combed often enough; long, gently knifed ears, and Sephi-esque, but subtle, pinkish coloration under a fair complexion; and eyes that gaze pale lavender. He is the picture of a Darysi youth, a royal seed cultivated and brought to fruition under the disparate care of priests, vagabonds, and mercenaries. His frame suggests a natural litheness, like that of a runner, but strain and strife have built mass around the young Darys bastard, whose height does something to conceal his unlikely bulk. Scars, gracefully free from his face, crisscross his back, arms, and legs, respective souvenirs from each late parry or haphazard thrust, each a lesson as much as a surfact blemish. Azael’s wardrobe, his fashion-sense tragically uncrafted by the dames de la couture of the Vezon nobility, is less than royal. In the years since his maturation and success as a sort of adventurer-mercenary, however, he has built up from the utilitarian skeleton closet with which he started. Relying heavily on agility and reach in combat, Azael prefers light armor when he expects trouble, preferring fiber mesh underlays under less suspect garb or light combat suits. He can dress up, and its slowly learning the art of matching, though much of that legwork is performed by a monthly subscription service he pays way too many credits for. He normally prefers simple colors, the blue and white roses of his self-fashioned heraldry forming a nascent basis for color choice. Where appropriate, he can be seen with his trusty sabre at his side, a vibrosword of Darysi origins crafted for his mother. The forgotten prince is never seen without his silver earring, a simple, short chain with a large sapphire fastened to the end. Personality Profile Background Father • Nerys II, High King of Vezon, 85 at death, unacknowledged bastard Mother • Lyzinda Enderyon, Royal Favourite, 62 at death Siblings • Many; none known personally. Notably: Harys II, High King of Vezon, 68. Other Important Connections • Lyros, Tutor and Caretaker, 161 at death Overall History • Azael’s birth was of no real note. His father was a King, Fire Lord of proud Vezon, but he was not a prince. It was not unusual for monarchs, dissatisfied by their normally bigamist matrimonial arrangements, to host consorts and favourites. Azael’s mother was the latter, the love of kind Nerys’ life. The venerable Darysi tended to produced many children over their lifetime, and the Royal tryste was no different. He was born a beautiful, healthy boy, if a little fat, and he did not want for love. Unlike so many noble societies, Darysi lords and ladies were expected to take active and direct roles in raising their children, a consequence of a religious and cultural reverence of children as a gift. So he was loved. The Keep of Glass, which was his mother’s residence and where Azael spent most of his young life, was a beautiful, if rustic expression of Darysi glass work and architecture. As a boy, he was clearly touched by the Whote Flame, that is, force sensitive, as was common for members of his bloodline. Accordingly, he was tested and tutored on the rudiments of the Flame Song, the Darysi interpretation of Force pedagogy, from a young age. He was also educated and raised in the fine accommodations one would expect of a cherished, if illegitimate, Royal spawn. As is nearly always the case, the life of a quasi Royal was not all grace and finery. Azael, and his mother, were more or less black balled by the rest of the royal family, the jealous First Queen Gyzela wary of any threats to her son Harys’ claim to the throne. Despite a rather warm relationship his half siblings, these palace tensions boiled over when Nerys, the kind and just king whose reign was one of dignity and sacrifice, died of a genetic blood disorder at the fairly young age of 98. As was customary, a silent knife fight ensued to protect the succession of fair and courageous Harys, the White Prince. His popularity aside, other potential claimants, in the opinion of the new and imminently paranoid Queen mother, had to be neutralized. Nestled in the high mountains above the churning but benign volcano Sadat, it was a serene night at the Palace of Glass when the Queen-Mother’s assassins, Flametouched adepts who slipped past the guards with little incident, descended upon the grieving family of bastards. Lyros, an old Flame Singer ascetic and tutor to Lyznda’s children, was only able to escape with the infant Azael by virtue of an old passage leading through the volcano’s exterior and to the hangar that overlooked the fiery lake below. Azael does not remember the sight of the Keep of Glass, his beautiful home, in flames and shrinking from the viewport of his mother’s yacht. They escaped to the moon of Perelyon, a small, mountainous moon with thin stretches of inhabitable, warm valleys along its equator but otherwise a frozen, useless place. Lyros had trained there, over a century before, at the secluded monastery of Our Lady of Embers. He now took the 2 year old Azael there, hoping the obscurity of ascetic life would shield Azael from the Queen-Mother’s wrath. |