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[b]Name:[/b] Yenqinor

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 25

[b]Race:[/b] Fallen Aasimar

[b]Personality:[/b] Mysterious, edgy, yet also a little moody and impulsive, Yenqinor is the rather dark and twisted manifestation of the ideals of fallen angelic half-breeds, so to speak. Simply put he craves power in all its forms. Whether that be through the potent combination of fire and shadow magic that he wields or rising through the ranks to the top of his religious hierachy, he seeks to perfect himself and will judge himself along with others, harshly if need be, along the way. He looks down on those he considers his inferior, while respecting without question those that have earned their place above him. He lives by a code of unwavering honour, yet he is willing to twist the rules to his benefit. He also tends to misquote sacred texts and proverbs, sometimes to humorous effect.

[b]History:[/b] The fallen Aasimar's convoluted past is shrouded in mystery, but some know that he had served as an Acolyte to the priests of Asmodeus, the lord of tyranny. The city in which the forbidden temple was located was privy to the ongoings in that small, dark corner of the city ward, and as long as they kept to themselves with their twisted rituals and summonings, there was no undue attention to be drawn. Yet, Yenqinor always felt that his full potential was being held back in a place like this, and he craved power. That opportunity presented itself when the rumours came of a place full of riches and possibly ancient scrolls and texts that could lend him greater power, more than he could ever dream of. Dangers that he would have to overcome. He relished the challenge and chance to improve upon himself. He would leave quietly and journey to the ancient ruins of Norn.

[b]Abilities:[/b] Yenqinor's fallen heritage grants him control over shadow itself, while his teachings under Asmodeus have granted him control over the element of fire. He is able to blast his opposition with motes of flesh-charring flame, or steal their vision and their sanity with encroaching darkness. His heritage also allows him to alter his appearance in a rather frightening manner, serving to mentally scar his foes for days to come if they somehow survive an encounter long enough.

[b]Possessions:[/b] A red-tinted triangular amulet worn around his neck in service to his deity, Asmodeus. He carries two, wicked daggers for use in self-defence or sacrifice, and a blackened, leather-bound prayer book to allow him to perform his daily rituals.