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The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

Avarius Elthandeir

Avey storm rider,

Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality:

Quiet, calm, reserved and patient. He is of a kind heart and caring nature. Often lost to thought he can appear aloof or indecisive unless his morals are called into question. In that case he is a steady bastion for virtues.
A curious creature, always seeking a deeper meaning yet looking upon the world with optimism and hope. He always sees the good in all things, the light in the dark.

Backstory:

Having grown up in a small clay temple on the outskirts of Silvershire, Avey was born and raised into a small sect that focused on spirituality and harmony. The monks served the King partly with their superstitious guidance and partly with ancient knowledge. They believed in balance and the power of nature. They passed on secrets of old and kept written ledgers on history and learnings.

The monastery was open for all but did not offer the lifestyle many could appreciate. Due to the many rules promoting a selfless, reflective, non-judgmental lifestyle and the required hours of tedious spiritual chores, it's numbers forever remained low. In recent years it mostly acted as a refuge for lost and rescued Sylvari, as sadly their abuse only grew while times of darkness increased.

As the world continued to sour around them they fought desperately to hold strong to their values and beliefs. With the loss of the King it finally all came crashing down. No longer did they have that Royal support or protection. He was the last of influence to find value in their guidance or see importance in holding onto the past. Soon after his passing the monastery was sacked. Raiders kidnapped weak Sylvari, stole and destroyed their few possessions and killed any who tried to defend themselves.

Misc:

• Mute
• Poor
• Unarmed fighter
• Aspiring Druid
• Naturalist
• Herbalist

The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

I'll finally have a character up in the next 12 hours.
A human monk.
I couldn't find a Sylvari img I was happy with and have burnt through at least two different concepts that I just wasn't 'feeling'.

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@superservo27
Sure thing, as long as you have an approved character.

Star Reach: Mercenaries ~ new players always welcome

Sorry, clear a path to Armstrong. What's in the way?
I think I missed that part.

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@CrawlingMadness Sure thing!

The Hearts of Azalore (Fantasy, Grim-dark, Rp)

@ManoftheNorth

So where are we at with magic?
Are characters limited to one type?
How strong can we expect it to be?

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12:25 <Carver> Manny, care to fill us in on your little plan?

Mordhaben's Institute for Aspiring Mages [Accepting Applicants!]

The power was overwhelming. Azerus had never felt something so intense before. A faint uncontrollable tremble of fear ran through his helpless body.
It shook him to his core. That thought and feeling of utter uselessness, despair. With a short warning it was all over and movement returned to his body. He once again had some semblance of control. It was only now that he was free and moving again did he notice the deep strain within his muscles caused by his manic and unnoticed futile struggle. Without words his stare alone told the others that this was not over. He chose not to eat and carried on out to the testing with the rest. Ever weary of the teachers powers.

---

'A written test!? What the fuck is this!?' Azerus instantly found that rage again as he was presented with a room full of desks covered in exam paperwork.
'Rubbish standardised testing bullshit!' he thought to himself, so almost nearly vocalising his concern. Having expected that he was already in the school and accepted, he wasn't ready for this. He had to fight every impulse that told him to just tear up the paper,?kick the desk over and spit on it... He did none of those, instead ignoring everyone else and taking a suitable seat.

With much disgruntled disappointment he got into it. His pace was slow and steady. The math came to him, it was just a matter of time. While Azerus's interests included biology he hadn't the luxury of a proper education on the matter. His knowledge was all self learned and while he could understand form and function of many organs and systems, the names and fancy titles were mostly beyond him.
He knew nothing of medicine but the very basics and of history only what he heard in stories. Azerus looked around and an internal disdain grew for all those attacking the test with confidence and assurance. He resented those of a privileged past.

Then he came to the point in the exam where he had to explain why he wanted to be a professional Mage. His steady momentum came to a sudden grinding crashing halt as he was stumped how to answer it. He paused and pondered for quite some time. 'Revenge? Acceptance? Power? Control?' surely he could not write any of these things down, although he still considered them all a viable and good as any reason.
Then it dawned on him, a simple and honest answer that they would easily understand. He scribbled it down.

'For the Sake of Progress'

And that was the end of his written exam. He hoped it would be the last for a long time as it was a most unpleasant experience. He looked around to see many had already completed it before him. He held no confidence in his answers and was eager to move on to the next challenge.

---

After a bus ride and some fair warning they were told to form their own groups of three. It seemed as though there was going to be some sort of competitive combat. Azerus was not one to shy away from challenge but how was he expected to compete with those far more senior than himself. His motivation moved away from winning or losing, as he looked around amongst the other students he didn't search for team mates but for targets.

Seemingly unconcerned who he was teamed with Azerus simply waited. A smaller imp-like chimera eventually approached him seeking his support, Azerus merely scoffed at him and laughed off the gesture. While he didn't approach or seek anyone, Azerus had his own standards.

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@Pumpkinbot No problem.
You can recommence your interaction with @KillBox without my (Anya's) interference.

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Anya shrugged and sighed as the Draenei walked away, or at least the self aware AI identifying as Draenei. Anya was still curious as to what would happen to it if it was to leave the programming of the Space Bar. Was there an artificial body of sorts somewhere for it? Would it just end up back in its game? These questions faded from thought as Anya realised the barman hadn't returned.

'damn!' Anya's brows furrowed as she realised her unruly behaviour must have cost her a first level ban. 'What's the point of a bar if you can't even get a drink?'
Anya tried to logout again. It failed.
Once again fear crept into her bones. This time stronger than the last. Something was wrong but she didn't know what. With only the robot left Anya spoke to him before making her way out of the building and into the more dangerous streets.

"Reboot yourself man, you look a mess." She gave a wavering smile as she left doing anything she could to keep her mind from her troubles. She was torn between seeking a distraction and seeking help. The later meant possibly facing things she didn't want to. Maybe the violent streets would give her at least one of those things she sought after.