"Don't look down."
The Keeper"I only seek wealth... and friendship."
What are you?
What are you?
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔"Damn, everyone's so much bigger."
Perhaps the first thing people think when seeing Azariah is that he’s… well, unimpressive. Short and light, he does not look like someone that could really bring a beating to anyone. Strangely enough, his hair is white, perhaps because of a birth defect, or the magic that he had immersed himself in. He keeps his hair neat in a buzz cut, though he would sometimes opt for an undercut instead. Azariah is pretty fair skinned at the day, but at the night, he reverts to a light purple. Underneath, Azariah has a rather toned body due to the hard work that he did while studying as an apprentice. For his wardrobe, he usually wears cloaks over his tunic and trousers, as he often feels cold. He seems to like black and blue the most.CAPABILITIES
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔"Arise, my… uh, six legged walking rock?"
While at a disadvantage due to his short stature, Azariah is nevertheless a fairly competent swordsman, being able to hold his own against most opponents that would be encountered in the wilderness. He is not a true master, as it is not his focus; it is purely for defense, as Azariah is a magic wielder. In particular he is one of the few Karlezek that still knows the arts of mechanical animation; or, more properly, he had learned from someone who did. In theory, any material can be used to create a functioning animatronic; however, the actual creation of one requires sigils to be written on each working joint and cog, and each sigil has to have specific parameters of movement. The Karlezek had expedited this process by building metal shells with specific instructions on what sigils to place and where, but those are limited in number and can't really be replaced while in the middle of the wilderness.EQUIPMENT
The rest of his spells are mostly offensive in nature, seeking to harm opponents. However, being simply an apprentice, they are often time consuming to cast, as the translations are rather difficult to pronounce. Most of the time, he is able to conjure balls of fire and bolts of lightning, though he rarely does this as it is too slow of a process.
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔"I have everything I need."
Azariah has a forged steel broadsword, which is half his length. As backup, he keeps a dagger hidden inside his coat. As a magician, Azariah has a tome. He had only mastered Mechanical Animation. Speaking of which, Azariah also uses a pair of Karlezek magishells animated by magic sigils for protection. Made from steel, they have the likeness of monkeys, and their primary purpose is to protect Azariah from attack through their razor sharp claws and teeth, though he is able to control them with verbal commands. He only uses one at a time as they are irreplaceable if destroyed or lost.
Who are you?
Who are you?
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔"I will get rich, but I will do so my way."
Unlike others, who seek vengeance against slavers or are looking for lost family members, Azariah has a far more mundane goal. He found a rigid life within the walls of Mithras that kept a strict hierarchy as the norm as boring. He also wants to shirk the responsibilities of being the heir of a clan of traders while still getting rich. He pretty much wants to see the world, even if it is one laden with chaos. After all, what good is his magic and sword training if he can't use them?PERSONALITY
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔"Don’t give me the hard jobs, damn it!"
Azariah is a laid back, carefree person, disinterested in taking up the responsibilities that have been expected of him by society. It may seem that he’s selfish, and maybe even a lazy bum, but Azariah is simply not cut out for being a master; at least that is what he tells himself. He believes in choosing his own path in life, nevermind what everyone tells him to do. However, he is loyal to a fault, at least to those that respect his life choices, and will do anything short of dying to keep a friend safe. Azariah is friendly to most, eschewing the rudeness and cynical attitude that the average rough Deadwooder shows.
Having been raised in the walled off society of Mithras, Azariah does not know the horrors as well as others; while he knows about all of them through books and stories, he is yet to face the likes of Grief Demons, slavers, and other monstrosities. He has, however, a good comprehensive knowledge on known creatures. Azariah is thus a little naive; though his optimism and continual hope for the future serves as a light in any group. He knows when to speak, and usually keeps quiet when someone is in the process of exploding.
▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅"Life within walls is torture."
Why are you?
Why are you?
Azariah Kravchenko was born and raised on Mithras, the child of Karlezek traders. He was told that some of their brethren came to the flying city when the queen invited the mages of Deadwood to Exusia;some of the best and brightest of the Karlezek mages left the cities of their kind to live a life of disconnection from the rest of the world. It would seem that their decision to leave was a wise one, as the world exploded, taking two thirds of the Karlkezek realm with it in the cataclysm. These Karlezek would stay on Exusia, becoming a small but wealthy community of magefolk, traders, and warriors.
Azariah grew up in relative stability within the walls of Mithras, every day of his life being spent within its halls and noble mansions. He was also given the best tutors by his parents. However, it was their intention to marry him off in an arranged marriage in an effort to keep their failing trade afloat.
He knew that this was his eventual fate as their eldest heir, and he had no intention of letting it happen. After all, it was, in his perspective, boring, tedious, and full of intrigue and the danger of assassination in the middle of the night by his own kind. What he wanted was to get to the flying city and be free of all the responsibilities of being an heir while doing whatever the hell he wants. Truthfully, he was spurred on by the mage that he studied under as an apprentice. His master, Harukou, said that life within these walls will get tedious eventually, as seeing the same things again and again was not living. Plus, sooner or later, they will have to reclaim the dead lands; no city will not last forever. No civilization ever does. They might as well go Exusia and then get rich there, and then maybe help to reclaim the lands after that. Sad thing was, Exusia only lets in those that it wants. He was, as such, resigned to his eventual arranged marriage and boring, useless life… until an advertisement showed up in the central plaza of Mithras, telling of an offer for anyone brave or foolish enough to investigate the lands, in exchange for being allowed into Exusia and gain great wealth...
It smelled of freedom.
What else is there?
What else is there?
He is a cook, and is also skilled at celestial navigation (navigating using the stars and constellations).