Oy vey... Prepare to be bored.
Name: Azeioux Vormalkin Val'Sarghress
Equipment:
Purple and black clothing.
50 Ada in a belt pouch.
Seperate pouch on belt containing food and canteen.
Hitched to his belt, a sturdy steel scimitar.
2 Soulmir: green and yellow gemstones on a pendant around his neck.
Inside a backpack: A naughty book.
Inside a backpack: A logbook and pen.
Inside a backpack: Another set of clothes.
Magic: Traditional Summoning (Elendlari)
Beginning City: Chel'el'sussoloth
Clan: Val'Sarghress
Background:
During a time of no importance, Azeioux was born to the veteran soldier, Madel Vormalkin. She never quite understood nor cared who fathered her child-- for all she knew, it could have been anyone in her unit. However, those in her unit surmised that it was likely one of her male entourages, given his 'gangly' appearance. Though to set the facts straight, it -was- the nameless gangly entourage who did the dirty deed, by the way.
Following the Sarghress tradition, Madel chose Roridas, a beautiful daughter of one of her favored vassals, to raise her child. Roridas was what one would describe as a 'newblood': a fresh graduate, recently celebrated her 30th birthday, and little patience for crying brats. A busy, stern warrior in training like herself simply found the task of raising a child an irritance and a burden-- this is not unusual for young mothers of her kind.
So, for the first couple of years, Roridas was extremely inattentive of Azeioux. If it were not for the persistant watch of Madel's entourage, Azeioux would have died an untimely death from hunger and neglect before his first birthday. By the age of four, Azeioux had the mind not to care for Roridas either, and thus reveled in each amount of terrible chaos his little gangly form could cause her. Lets say that, after the incident with the flying feces during sword practice, Roridas began disappearing for longer lengths of time.
The nameless entourage did what little he could do for young Azeioux during Roridas' reoccuring absences. Being a slave, the entourage possessed little: no education to teach, no possessions to pass on, no knowledge of the world outside, and lastly, no future. Yet, what he gave was perhaps all the boy needed: a stern smack over the head and the declarance that the boy needed to make something of himself in order to be acknowledged as a Sarghress. To be told that, by a lowly slave... Azeioux snapped.
Azeioux demanded books-- specifically, ones of magic, lore, and history. Reading was not alien to him- it was no longer escapism for Azeioux, now his future depended on it. He acknowledged that his lean and tall form was not built to be a warrior like his mother hoped, so he would get her attention in another way. He seeked not just the approval of his mother, but all of Sarghress and Chel'el'sussoloth. Such was the child's grand ambition.
And so the nameless entourage did just that. Were it by luck or the careful web of connections he's managed to create in his long life, he obtained these books and encouraged little Azeioux the best he could. However, the relationship between the boy and Roridas suffered even more in the coming years-- Azeioux' shameless pranks and terror causing her to disappear for more months at a time. It was to his best interest; who could concentrate with all of that whining and bitching? She kept trying to teach him warrior skills, which Azeioux had no desire or interest in and expressed that feverently. It wasn't that she bullied him-- it was the other way around this time. He simply found her presence a nuisance.
The day that Azeioux was waiting for had come. It was his 10th birthday, and all of the time he had spent studying and steeling himself for this event paid off. At first what Madel saw as a gangly child was now, ten years later, a proud and intelligent being she saw as one of her own blood. With praise and recognition, she approved of his further tutoring at the Orthorbbae.
Roridas was pleasantly surprised by the boy's triumphant and unexpected success, though told Madel nothing of her actual (lack of) involvement. Neither did Azeioux-- he had plenty of time to scheme up a plan to carve his place in the Sarghress, and it would come after he was strong enough to accomplish this. Madel's nameless entourage, who was all the while witness to this growth of the boy, could have not been more proud of his son.
At the Orthorbbae, Azeioux passed himself as an average student on all educational studies, learning the skills of traditional summoning, torture and, at his mother's insistance, weapons training (he preferred the scimitar). During the end two-days of each month, he returned to the Sarghress fortress to regain relations with Roridas, as if his 10 years of misbehaving did not occur.
Being with other children for once, Azeioux thoroughly enjoyed an ...active social life at the school. If one would describe his behavior then, he was a grim sort. The grim kind of sort that pulled horrible pranks and got caught. One that loved the attention and the acknowledgement of his terrible acts, but never got it. One that yearned for power but always fell short. If he was frustrated, it was written on his face-- how could he ever amount to anything?
This was tested in Azeioux's first real elendlari exam, 15 years into his schooling: Obtain your first faeyorn by defeating it in battle. He was pit against a warlar, a Jaal'darya modified wolf-- had his mother not insisted his weapons training, surely he would have lost his life. Because of this near-death experience with a mere beast, he pulled himself together and took his schooling more seriously than before in next following years.
He emerged from the Orthorbbae 5 years later as a respectable summoner and scholar. Thanks to his newfounded dedication, he was able to acheive a notable status for his graduation. His consistant visits with Roridas during these past 20 years even blossomed into a secret romance towards the end. His mother, Madel, requested his immediate return to the Sarghress for assignment. For Azeioux, everything was falling into place.
Upon his return to the Sarghress home, his first destination was secretly meet with Roridas. As final gift to his beloved 'tutor' Roridas, he slayed her at her most vulnerable moment, and gave her the everlasting 'blessing' as living on as his faeyorn golem servant. Unfortunately, there was an... accident, in the ritual to bind Roridas' aura to the soulmir. He found this as a suitable end for the person he despised the most.
After a congratulatory meeting with his mother, he was assigned to a group of fellow Sarghress elendlari scholars like himself for further experience and study. To his delight, his mother approved of his actions against Roridas when he informed her of the deed-- she saw strength just as he did, and Azeioux felt he made his first real step as a Sarghress. He now had the rest of his immortal life to accomplish the rest of his childhood dream-- there was no need to be hastey now.
As the decades passed, Azeioux found himself performing duties for the Sarghress, slowly raising his rank and favor with his peers. There was importance in keeping his skills sharp, such as his swordsmanship and summoning. He probably fathered a child or two, but this was something he never concerned himself about. The last couple of years have been rather... uneventful, given the amount of effort he put in to get to where he is as a nobleman. With time to kill, he now searches for a little excitement.
Elendlari Faeyorn:
Warlar: Named Menendas.
A large, rugged wolven creature, covered in ashen fur with brown tips. It's shoulder height reaches 4 feet from the ground.
As described in the background, Azeioux obtained this warlar by defeating it in his the first elendlari exam and sealing its aura into a green soulmir. Menendas now serves as Azeioux's trusted guardian. Seeing as he defeated the beast with only a sword, it's not likely to kill an armed person by itself, and definately not one that is heavily armored.
Aggressive and contemptuous.
Golem: Named Roridas or... Ms. Jiggles.
If successful, a beautiful petite drowolath of 5'5 feet. Skilled with swords. If not...
Also described in the background, Roridas was killed by Azeioux and sealed into a yellow soulmir. There was an... accident in the ritual bonding Roridas' aura to the gem, causing her to have difficulty maintaining her native shape. The summoning is likely to fail, causing her to have an odd... amorphous form.
If she is summoned, she'd need to be armed and armored in order to be a real threat. Otherwise she's just entertainment, a pet.
Naturally, aggressive and contemptuous.
Description:
Race: Drowolath
Age: 128
Eyes: Emerald
Hair: Cornflower Blue
Skin color: Semi-sweet chocolate (yummy!)
Height: 6 Feet
Dressed in a rich purple and black faern attire. His long, waist-length hair is typically left in a charming, windswept ruffle about his shoulders and back. He tends to keep a wily countenance about him, if not a grim one.
Picture I drew of him over a month ago:
Here
Xian wrote:Kite: Your background is like a shining example of exactly what I want to see. Length, width, depth; it's got three dimensions. There is so much substance in this background that I could probably survive for several days without any other source of sustenance. I hope that when people review this submission as an example of precisely what to do, they approach it with the proper degree of reverence and at least fall to their knees in wonder and awe.
Love the picture, by the way.
APPROVED
