Thursday, September 25, 2014

Amira Azurian [5e]

High Elf (Moon Elf Heritage)
Wizard Level 3
Background: Noble Blood
Lawful Good
Age: 215 (40)
Height: 5'9
Weight: ~160 lbs
Eyes: Ice Blue
Skin: Bright white with a slightly blue tinge.
Hair: Curly jet black
"She is a tall older woman who stands firmly with a bright white robe that sparkles like starlight and brown elven boots."
Deity: Tyr
"One must respect fallen enemies, never make sacrifice of a corpse, and slay agents of evil."

Strength:       8   (-1)
Dexterity:     18  (+4)
Constitution: 14  (+2)
Intelligence:  19  (+4)
Wisdom:      10  (+0)
Charisma:     12 (+1)

Proficiency: +2
AC: 16
Initiative: +4
Speed: 30ft.
HP: 17/17
Speaks Common, Elven, Dwarven, Draconic, Sylvan, Celestial, Goblin

Traits:
Calm, but speaks loudly. Stubborn and very Firm. Traumatized and emotionally damaged.
Ideals:
Justice, Honor, but very little trust or respect. Duels will affirm my honor.
Bonds:
My family name, my brother and the robe he gifted me.
Flaws:
Bound to Law and Honor. Rival nobles want her head. She has become accustomed to bloodshed and betrayal. Protective of her honor and the name of her family as well as the name of all elves.

Inventory
260 gp
Component Pouch
[e]Quarterstaff
[e]Robe of Deflection
[e]Azurian Ring
[e]Shortsword
[e]Elven Boots (normal)
Spellbook (White with green trimmings)
Longbow w/ quiver of 40 arrows
Backpack
-Scroll of pedigree
-Bedroll and Blanket
-Tinderbox
-Healing Salve x3
-Book of Lore
-Bottle of Ink
-Ink Pen
-9 Pieces of Parchment
-Bag of Sand
-Small Knife

Back-story:
When the line of inheritance for the Elven Kingdoms came into question, a civil war broke out among the elves, known locally as the Blood War. The participants of this war were a majority of the high noble houses within the kingdom, including the Azurians. A good portion of the houses remained neutral, choosing not to slay their own kind. The wood elves who are not noble also refuse to involve themselves in the fight unless they are given a good enough reason or bribe.
Amira was born under the noble house/clan Azurian. From the day of her birth, she was overshadowed by her brother. As a male he would inherit the family wealth and legacy, and he was a tough fighter/ranger in his own right. Amira treated her brother Malfian with respect and even at her lower station he treated her with much kindness. Amira's mother Ellian was a mage, but not a very talented one. She taught her daughter the basics of magic and helped her learn respect for the art. She did not want to follow her father in paladinhood or her brother in martial combat.
One day Amira awoke and saw the bloodied body of her mother laying in the throne room, and suddenly her entire world changed. Assassins had been hired to kill her and weaken the family as well as being a strong warning.
Malfian sent his sister away, giving her his magical robe as a parting gift, hoping that she would be safe in the human's lands away from the war. Even though her position is almost worthless in terms of the war, he felt it best to remove her from danger.

The Azurian family is a prominent house within elven society. They are known as the House of Judges and their symbol is a blue eagle. The house is responsible for not only training lawyers and judges but upholding law within the kingdoms. Many elves born or accepted into the house become judges or lawyers that serve the house and society at large. Amira has studied such justice and law.
The Azurian family is the key force fighting to end the Blood War, and thus they have become the largest target. Many nobles openly want to use the war as a way to grab more power, and Azurian does everything to halt them. More and more assassins (even including armed nobles) have been found killing those lower and higher in the guild, most recently including Amira's mother.
The strangest thing is that many of the murders were staged with information from the inside, leading those in the know to believe that somebody within the house is not to be trusted. The queen azurian is toppled, the king azurian sits on an unsteady throne, and the pawns fall day by day.

Art by Karl F.G.



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