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[color=c83f49][sub]N A M E[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	Azariah Nymere [/sub][/color]
[color=c83f49][sub]A G E[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	27[/sub][/color]
[color=c83f49][sub]G E N D E R[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	Male[/sub][/color]
[color=c83f49][sub]S E X U A L I T Y[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	Bisexual[/sub][/color]
[color=c83f49][sub]T I T L E[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	Lord - not that he uses his title[/sub][/color]
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[color=af002a][sub][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/sub][/color]
[INDENT][COLOR=GRAY][SUB]Casual [color=95AA71]|[/color] Flirtatious [color=95AA71]|[/color] Cocky [color=95AA71]|[/color] Temperamental [color=95AA71]|[/color] Dedicated [color=95AA71]|[/color] Unwavering

For someone so faithful to Solvya, Azariah’s personality resembles more so a child of Indratha. He is passionate, open, sociable, and free-spirited. He is sensuous, appreciative of the little things in life. He tends to wear his heart on his sleeve, but hides and struggles with negative emotions, as he finds them too overwhelming. His methods of coping are not the most functional, but they’re [i]his.[/i] He is a man of laughter, companionship, and gestures both small and grand. He will claim acting carefree isn’t disingenuous because it’s how he [i]wants[/i] to be, but sometimes, the cracks show through. Azar gets lonely easily, but a lot of his relationships are superficial. Surprisingly, it’s difficult for him to open up, as he doesn’t like lingering on bad experiences. Despite his public image as a rake, he is steadfast and reliable.
 
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[color=af002a][sub][b]A P P E R A N C E[/b][/sub][/color]
[color=c83f49][sub]H A I R[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	Red[/sub][/color]
[color=c83f49][sub]H E I G H T  /  W E I G H T[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	5'11" (180 cm) - 176 (80 kg)[/sub][/color]
[color=c83f49][sub]E Y E S[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	Amber[/sub][/color]
[color=c83f49][sub]B O D Y  M A R K S[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	He is littered with [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cf/32/da/cf32da7eeeaae874dcfb9ae051be846c.jpg]scars[/url], from marks earned in battle to ritualistic scarrification to self-flagellation to those invoked as a cost of his pyromancy.
	Upon reaching age of majority, he had his body inked in red, honouring his heritage with lines and patterns evoking the imagery of fire. His tattooes span his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/03/e8/96/03e896ac1e2bca4b2d364141024b45e8.jpg]back[/url] and his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/91/c1/93/91c1932ab5a6e4db891540b9c1e488aa.jpg]arms, chest, thighs[/url].[/sub][/color]

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Born as the first son to the Nymere marquess and marchioness, Azariah’s early years coincided with the quiet decline of Delicana’s golden years. His was a carefree childhood where his only concerns were the fuzzy divine duties he was told he would one day inherit. Oh, there were expectations, hours of studies, strict training, and tiresome ceremonies, but in a supportive, loving environment, any hardships were outweighed by moments of joy, laughter, [i]connection.[/i] He had many cousins his age to play with, and a seemingly boundless world to explore. The day his little sister was born was one of the happiest of his life – still is, actually.

Yet, those halcyon days did not last forevermore. Starting at seven years of age, he watched as the adults in his family became quieter, more reclusive, protective in ways they hadn’t used to be. It was dangerous to stray too far from home, they said. Too risky to travel unescorted, they claimed, and insisted guards accompanied him and his cousins on all outings. Whispers of evil began to emerge; a wrongness had set in their lands, though no one was certain yet what it was. Meetings were held, councils convened, temples prayed at, allies contacted, spies sent on secret missions. 

When it became clear Kizoh had taken over, marshaling a reign of terror into their kingdom, House Nymere was the first to openly rebel.

They were also the last ones.

Tumultuous as the times were, Azar’s mother lost his would-be younger brother in miscarriage. Had it been a warning from their goddess? Or a mercy unforeseen, sparing his soul from waking in their foul mortal realm?

If it was a sign to stop, it had come too late.

Troops had been levied, ships set sail, mercenaries paid, allies recruited – yet for all their planning, they had not realized just how insidious Kizoh’s magic was nor how corruptive her promises of power. The capital alone was a far larger territory than theirs. Then, there too were those eager to earn the new shadow ruler’s esteem. It wasn’t even a proper war, merely a futile uprising quelled in a matter of months.

Their forces were shattered. Their marquess, captured. Scores of their priestesses slaughtered.

As if that was not enough, days later, the main family was ‘invited’ to the capital. Their former leader, Azar’s father, was not bound – not by chains, but by spells. His mind was warped by magic, his will fully under Kizoh’s control. At a snap of her fingers, his blade was pointed to his wife’s neck. There wasn’t so much as a flicker of recognition in his eyes. His children’s presence did not sway his heart, caged as it was the arcane.

To prevent further tragedy, Azariah’s uncle, capitulated, repented for their ‘treason’, and swore fealty. He was granted the marquisate while the former head of their house was to remain by Kizoh’s side. The Red Witch made no pretenses that she was holding him hostage.

[b]“Next time, it will be your children.”[/b]

That haunting warning darkened their spirits as they returned home, humbled, defeated, broken.

That night, forced to relive his worst memories in his nightmares, Azar awakened to his inherited magic. As a descendant of the Solathei, he was 10 when his flames manifested for the first time. He had to learn how to control them, visiting hidden cavernous shrines, receiving guidance from the few teachers left who could teach him the art of flame-wielding. 

He was so preoccupied with his studies, he had precious little time to spend with his family. With everyone grieving, there were fewer people he wanted as company, anyhow. He mainly played with his sister when he could. The enslavement of their father had hit his mother the worst, yet all he could do was watch quietly as she wasted away. Some of his relatives whispered that she was going mad. Azar refused to believe it – but then, when he returned one day to find her dead, he questioned if they’d been right, after all. Why else had he found her dangling from the ceiling, noose around her neck? 

One of the first thoughts that occurred to him was that he was glad his sister didn’t have to see this. She [i]did[/i] learn what happened later, of course, and was present at the funeral. It was during the rite when she awakened as flame-wielder, and committed to becoming a priestess to Solvya, no matter the risk. Azar was 12 when he was orphaned, his sister 7. They became official wards of the acting marquess and marchioness, their uncle and aunt. 

Years passed, each sibling set on their paths. Dedication to their goddess was a shared resolve, and they supported each other despite any differences.

At 16, Azariah was conscripted into cadet school, as many youths of prominent, uncompliant houses were. After a period of training, he was forced into the role of a pacificator. It was either that or be choked with Kizoh’s obedience magic. Now, he was the one chasing down rebels, true or suspected. The fire magic he was so proud of was a tool of suppression. Burning down people, houses, and villages – it was enough to break anyone. But he [i]refused[/i] to be shattered. Still…He had to cope [i]somehow[/i]. So, he turned to recreational drugs, sex, religious rituals; whether pain or pleasure, as long as it could take his mind away from the horrors wrought by his own hands, he used it.

When his years of compulsory service finally passed, his sister was the one who helped him claw his way back out of the dark place he found himself in. Unlike her, he didn’t believe he should practice abstinence, but looking back at it, he had fallen deeper than he’d ever intended. Now his own man, Azar explored what he wanted to spend his life doing. From sailing to mercenary work to artifact hunting to dancing to instructing martial arts, his career was as varied as it was variable.

Despite his uncle’s pushing, Azariah never went to court, never did anything as a noble, and refused to become the marquis outright. As long as it meant serving [i]her[/i], he never would. His uncle and he had a vitriolic argument over his [i]duties[/i]. The young Nymere heir was certain he’d made his point – only to find himself set to marry without his knowledge or involvement mere months later!
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[color=c83f49][sub]L I K E S[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	- Physical activities
	- Indulging in the occasional vice
	- The sky and the sea
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[color=c83f49][sub]D I S L I K E S[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	- Cowardice
	- Being cooped up
	- The pretenses of nobility
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[color=c83f49][sub]H O B B I E S[/sub][/color][color=gray][sub][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
	- Dancing
	- Delving into ruins
	- Finding beautiful views
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