---Player Information

Name/Alias: Ruth (again. hehe)
Gender: F
Where You Found this Board: see other characters
Prior Roleplay Experience: see other characters

---Character Information

Name: Azarian of Stone Mountain
Age: 20
Birthplace: Stone Mountain
Position: University Student.

History: Azarian is a dim and distant relative of Joren's family but after his discgrace and death his line of the family lost the fief and it pased in to Azarian's line of the family. She grew up in the fief of Stone Mountain and spent most of her time either wrapped up in the library there or out in the surrounding mountains.

Her parents were very much preoccupied with marriage and lineage and they spent far more time with her older brother Naysin and her older sister Merith, ensuring that they would marry well and better the family name in society. Azarian was left to her own devices until she was old enough to be packed off to the convent. Unfotunately she was expelled for rebellious behaviour and returned home to be educated by a tutor, her devoted teacher and friend Ellis Miramor.

She was obsessed with immortals growing up and Stone Mountain has the dubious honor to being home to the Dark Claw Nation of Stormwings. As a child naturally they were drawn to Azarian, looking after her and shes grown up with them under the eye of Queen Eschraz and her consorts.

She is still in a privilidged position with the nation and has spent her later years researching and writing papers on them until at the age of 18 she was invited to come to Corus and study at the university. She has a very little gift inherited from her mother but it is next to useless and she is studying as an academic rather than as a mage. She is considered to be one of the realm's experts on Stormwings and she is studying other immortals. She occasionally gives lectures to the younger students on her studies.

Personality:

Azarian is very focused and very serious. Spending most of her formative years as the ignored youngest child has made her quite socially inept. She has a rather cruel sense of humour and no time for people she doesn't think it's worth wasting her breath on. She is not a wicked person per se but she doesn't suffer fools gladly and sees most people as a mean to an end of getting something she wants.

She has a volcanic temper, which is what got her thrown out of the convent and she has no time for rules if they get in the way of what she is trying to do.

The students she lectures on Stormwings are terrified of her but most people have a healthy respect for her academic achievements.

Azarian has few friends but she is fiercely loyal to the ones she does make. She is not without redeeming qualities and once people take time to break through her protective shell they find that she can be smart and switched on and very intuitive about people. However she is very wrapped up in her work.

Her main vices are drinking and smoking a pipe ((I can't remember if anyones ever smoked in Tortall in the books, but c'mon they can't all be perfect!)), both of which she does far too much for her own good and she's been in trouble a couple of times for being drunk and disorderly in the city.


Physical Appearance:
She is about 5ft 5, average height and build being slightly too thin than is healthy due to her erratic eating patterns or her ability to forget to eat at times she is caught up in her studies. She tends to prefer to dress in breeches and a shirt rather than dresses but it is not unknown. Her skin is fair but is paler than it should be because she is very much an indoors person, holed up in her study or the library most of the time. She has grey eyes and they are normally circled by dark rings due to her nocturnal nature. Her hair is black and falls below her shoulders. She doesn't care very much for her appearance and so it's usually messily tied back or looks like shes just been caught by a gust of wind.


Sample Post:

Azarian ran her hand through her hair for the hundreth time as she read the pages of the dusty old tome in front of her. She was lost in the book and did not realise that her hair now stuck out crazily from her head where she'd been absently fiddling with it.

She was drawn out of reading when she heard her name and people giggling. She glared down the long table at the students sat at the other end, first year students who were in her stormwing lectures.

"If you had an ounce of sense," she stated clearly and loudly, "you'd be reworking that paper I gave back to you yesterday, or you could just turn in a piece of blank paper, it has about as much academic worth as the dross you write. Either way, I'm going to have to invent a new catagory of grading papers just for you people. M for Moron that or G for give up now."

Muttering the students moved away. Azarian grinned to herself and went back to her book.