Azr of clan Myonamii
Azr was the perfect child. Everything his father Cirro could have wanted. Strong, brave, charming, cunning, and most of all, like himself... unlike Azr's brother. Cummulo was always a stain on the chieftain's family. He was small, weak, the wrong color, and he always had his head in the clouds. That never got in the way of Azr's love for him though, they were brothers, and nothing could ever change that. That's why it hurt so bad when Cummulo eventually left after discovering his aptitude in magical pursuits. Azr of course understood, and the twins left on good terms, but it still stung.
Years later, Azr was leading a hunting party of one of his wives, his husband, and a few others, in the lower valleys of the Miinogok, or the howling thicket, when his group was ambushed by a group of outsiders. Azr and the group were difficult to beat, and the bandits truly only won the conflict do to their group being vastly larger then Azr's, with him being the last of his group to fall in the snow blanketed valley.
When Azer woke up next, he was completely restrained, in a cart covered with cold metal bars, being taken down the valley, further then he had ever been. He knew the outside world, thanks to his father, and the training he had received to be an emissary for the clan to The Gilded Crown, so he knew roughly where he was headed, and even how far he had been taken from his home, thanks to the immensity of his home mountains, but he knew that view was fading. And fade it did, because he was taken further, and further north, out of the frozen valley, and to the humid jungle covered coasts of Pavinar, were the bandits bribed a ship for passage with their "special cargo", and Azr was taken further still north, eventually reaching a town that he was unfamiliar with, named Balisar Though his memory of this time was foggy, thanks to that mage with silvery eyes, and the frequent abuses upon his mind and body from the various people that had taken him, and anyone else that had survived encounters with this group.
After arriving in Balisar, Azr was taken to a strange market, where it appeared people were being sold as slaves, concubines, and what ever tortured existences awaited them, though, when it came time for him to walk the stage, stripped down to nothing, a strange bird like man bought him, outbidding several others, and appearing to garner some amount of respect within the crowd. However time became increasingly hard to remember past this point, some days where nice, nicer then any day he had had in a long time. While others were a reminder of the hell he was in. Eventually though, one quiet night, he began to hear yelling, burning, freezing, and explosions, Azr had waited a long time to break free, biding his time, faining a loss of will, and as he heard the battle drawing closer to his confinements, he used all the strength he had been allowed to build back up, and crashed out of his room. When he did, almost in sink with the intruder, he killed a guard in the hall, at the same time they were blasted by an icy spell. Azr tossed the frozen body to the side, ready to fight for his life, and freedom, only to meet the stunned gaze of his twin brother, Cummulo. After a tearful embrace, and few more minutes of fighting, Azr was finally free, and reunited with his brother.
Today Azr has returned home on occasion, however, he spends most of his time with his brother in the The Grand City of Bendora, Capitol City of Gora, taking up several hobbies, with the most notable of them being his rain as champion of The Golden Colosseum of Bendora.
Years later, Azr was leading a hunting party of one of his wives, his husband, and a few others, in the lower valleys of the Miinogok, or the howling thicket, when his group was ambushed by a group of outsiders. Azr and the group were difficult to beat, and the bandits truly only won the conflict do to their group being vastly larger then Azr's, with him being the last of his group to fall in the snow blanketed valley.
When Azer woke up next, he was completely restrained, in a cart covered with cold metal bars, being taken down the valley, further then he had ever been. He knew the outside world, thanks to his father, and the training he had received to be an emissary for the clan to The Gilded Crown, so he knew roughly where he was headed, and even how far he had been taken from his home, thanks to the immensity of his home mountains, but he knew that view was fading. And fade it did, because he was taken further, and further north, out of the frozen valley, and to the humid jungle covered coasts of Pavinar, were the bandits bribed a ship for passage with their "special cargo", and Azr was taken further still north, eventually reaching a town that he was unfamiliar with, named Balisar Though his memory of this time was foggy, thanks to that mage with silvery eyes, and the frequent abuses upon his mind and body from the various people that had taken him, and anyone else that had survived encounters with this group.
After arriving in Balisar, Azr was taken to a strange market, where it appeared people were being sold as slaves, concubines, and what ever tortured existences awaited them, though, when it came time for him to walk the stage, stripped down to nothing, a strange bird like man bought him, outbidding several others, and appearing to garner some amount of respect within the crowd. However time became increasingly hard to remember past this point, some days where nice, nicer then any day he had had in a long time. While others were a reminder of the hell he was in. Eventually though, one quiet night, he began to hear yelling, burning, freezing, and explosions, Azr had waited a long time to break free, biding his time, faining a loss of will, and as he heard the battle drawing closer to his confinements, he used all the strength he had been allowed to build back up, and crashed out of his room. When he did, almost in sink with the intruder, he killed a guard in the hall, at the same time they were blasted by an icy spell. Azr tossed the frozen body to the side, ready to fight for his life, and freedom, only to meet the stunned gaze of his twin brother, Cummulo. After a tearful embrace, and few more minutes of fighting, Azr was finally free, and reunited with his brother.
Today Azr has returned home on occasion, however, he spends most of his time with his brother in the The Grand City of Bendora, Capitol City of Gora, taking up several hobbies, with the most notable of them being his rain as champion of The Golden Colosseum of Bendora.
Social
Family Ties
Husband - Orm
Wives - Aero, Altona
Wives - Aero, Altona
Relationships
Species
Ethnicity
Spouses
Siblings
Cummulo of Clan Myonamii
(Twin Brother)
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
blue
Hair
white tendrils
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
White scales with streaks of blue
Height
6'10"
Weight
265
Belief/Deity
