Avan Hunnan Jali
Avan Hunnan Jali
Avan is a sorcerer can use his genie blood to grant other's wishes with his magic. He has a slight impulse to always do so, even when its not in his best interest, though he has a good heart.
Mental characteristics
Gender Identity
Male
Sexuality
Fluid.
Education
Avan received the best tutoring in Docean, Gaz'roc and is very knowledgeable on history and politics.
Personality Characteristics
Virtues & Personality perks
"Noble Obligation. It is my duty to protect and care for the people beneath me, but my family is always a priority. Blood runs thicker than water."
Vices & Personality flaws
"My favor, once lost, is lost forever. If you do me an injury, I will crush you, ruin your name, and salt your fields."
Personality Quirks
"I have an impulse to grant every wish I hear, which often turns folly."
Hygiene
Avan maintains a well groomed look with magic removing any dirt and mending any tears. He is a noble after all and should maintain certain standards.
Social
Family Ties
Avan’s mother is Inam Soumral, and his father is Hunnan Jali. Both his parents reside in Docean, Gaz’roc and while are supportive of his youthful adventuring to see the world, would prefer he came home to safety and prepare his political career. Avan has an identical twin brother, Vys.
Religious Views
Avan is a follower of Cayden Cailean & Moxie Soumral-Wyrin. Though he holds Cayden Cailean's sense of courage and good deeds more to heart, his family believes the Reluctant Goddess is a patron of their houses. Avan sees her less of a goddess to be revered though and more of a paragon family member to be defended and loved.
Social Aptitude
Thanks to Avan’s noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of him. He is welcome in high society, and people assume he has the right to be wherever he is. The common folk make every effort to accommodate him and avoid his displeasure, and other people of high birth treat him as a member of the same social sphere. He can secure an audience with a local noble if he need to.
Speech
He has a thick Dragonic accent.
Relationships
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Alignment
Natural Good with Chaotic tendencies
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Lord Jali of House Soumral
Date of Birth
6/10/3920
Birthplace
Docean, Gaz'roc before the city was risen
Family
Spouses
Siblings
Vys Jali
(Brother)
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Pale Gold with red embers when angry
Hair
Long Brown with gold highlights the flicker in passion
Height
5'7
Weight
140
Quotes & Catchphrases
"As you Wish..."
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
Strange Bedfellows
14th of Pharast, 3990
Vys is here. I'm not sure why or what he is up to, but he is in Prarambha, Manadh. I should see if I can find him. I haven’t seen him in years, not since he left home in pursuit of some scroll. Vys has always been ambitious.
One of the new strange fellows I met here ran into him, Merigold. Apparently right before meeting one of the local cannibalistic giants. I wonder what strange thing has befallen them to turn to such savagery? She is quite the curious creature. She looks like a tiefling though claims to be an orc. Regardless, she seems harmless enough, friendly if a bit naive. She has a servant elf of the druid variety, named Umbra. She refers to him on all decisions and, though he follows her, she seems to try his patiences.
Which reminds me, they are staying with the local mayor, a dwarf by the name of Jawl who thought it appropriate to offer a lord to sleep in the mudroom. If I find a way to correct him of the insult tomorrow, I should take it.
Of the others, there is a goblin, named Zazik, who seems to be unable to keep his hands still. He tinkers with everything and comes up strange inventions like Dad, though more mechanical and less alchemical. He created the contraption we are sleeping in tonight. He seems like a fine fellow, though prideful. Aspasia, a templar of this land, who’s beauty is one to behold. She seems to bewitch all eyes, though does not care to draw such attention. Rumple, a rogue if I ever saw one. The halfling, though certain to cut a purse, seems more interested in bedding of wenches and a fine drink. I do not think I will have to worry about him. And finally, Hype, a proud warrior looking to prove himself in combat. Perhaps too eager, but he seems like an honorable man. He and I have agreed to team up in the competition.
A New Voyage
5th of Abadius, 3990
Today was the first day of a new beginning. Today the Kalgret left the port in Docean and began its journey towards the “Darkened Peninsula”: Manadh. I have never been outside Gaz’roc before today. The farest I have ever gone was Norta in the south centuralands. Not a place I care to venture again.
Vys left years ago. It will be good to have an ally in Manadh, even if we don’t always get along. I am told Manadh is govern very different then Gaz’roc, in the fact that they lack much of a government at all. It was advised to me to stick to the city of Samarra, the most civilized region. That hardly seems worth the trip however, to stay in one place. No, while the Kalgret will reach port in the city, I plan to move on after a stay. Perhaps all the way to the volcano said to occupy the territory? I have never seen such a thing. A mountain that breathes fire like Lord Gaz’roc himself. It must be quite the sight.
And who knows, perhaps I shall find some company along the way and grant a few wishes.
Time
1st of Pharast, 3960
Time is a funny thing. It seems to move differently for each of us. Time moves slowly for my mum, three centuries of life and she has at least three more left ahead. The fire in her blood keeps her alive, she tells me, as it will myself. I don’t know if I will see as many centuries as her, but she feels confident. Dad is different though. Already he looks three times Mum age, though he is truly three times the less. He tells me not to worry about it, that I will be stuck with him for a good while longer. The old man with the young woman.
With all my power I wish I could grant him that wish, yet I cannot grant my own wishes. My mum worries, I see it in her eyes, but she says nothing.
Vys used to say it was pointless to worry about. I know he cares, but sometimes it’s hard to remember
Death Elves
19th of Erastus, 3943
I had my first real encounter with a Marfedelom Vaecaesin today. Vys and I were coming back from a gentleman’s club in Old Docean District- the Warroars were hosting a celebration- and we encountered a pickpocket refugee. He didn’t see the Marfedelom in the shadows, none of us did, until it was on him. It pinned him on a wall single handed, choking him, and looking at him struggle like a curiosity. Then it took its dues before dragging the man off to prison. The screams were awful, but what was more terrifying was Vys’s “good riddance” after.
The Great Civil War
24th of Gozran, 3940
During the summer of 3606 2ER, the great city of Docean and its sister Morninglord crumbled beneath the crust of Gaz’roc and into the darkness. The chaos above on the surface was nothing like down below. Buildings in crumble, stranger monsters hunting the survivors, and the cities’ resources gone in a matter of minutes. Riots and chaos, stores quickly depleted, held together by a thin string of magic. For years, a century, the cities starved to survive until they grew roots in the caverns and learned how to start flourishing again.
They adapted. They changed.
I was a child when Docean returned to the surface in 3928. The first time I saw the sun I wept and ran to my mother afraid. She weaved a spell of darkness over our estate to ease my fear and save our gardens. I barely remember their fluorescent glow. I used to play among their glow with the Ashava’s lights in the dark. The mushroom trees died before our Lord Sovereign, Gaz’roc, took back his lands with his champions next winter.
The years after were trying to say the least. The champions scattered after the war or disappeared entirely, including my mother’s cousin and his family. Great Aunt Naval lost her son a second time and then we lost her to grief.
We were all adapting to this new world and without a war to focus on, things devolved quickly. Riots broke out in other cities over mage presence, Docean was saturated with refugees, and the political games of the Great Arcane Houses and the ungifted nobility from the surface were boiling on a second war.
No one expected the elves of the Forlorn Forest to step in and enforce the peace. Those that resisted found their necromantic magic a thing to fear. We all expected a second war, but that was not their purpose. My mother believes they are playing a long game. Only time will tell if that is true. For now though, we all have a relative peace.
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