Azeryth-al-ja-tor Shazyth of Calimshan

Male, Air Genasi, Wizard; Conjuration Specialist

Description:
Azeryth is 6’1" and 180 pounds; he has light blue skin hi-lighted with dark blue and white sigils that cover his entire body. Azeryth has long flowing white hair and a long white goatee that is braided with blue glass beads at the end; his hair constantly wavers as if surrounded by a slight breeze. Azeryth has silvery blue eyes, long pointed ears, and a sharp nose with pinched lips. Each ear as well as one nostril contains a silver loop piercing. Azeryth wears ragged but functional travelers garb that looks to have been ravaged by wind. He wears knee high leather sandals, and is cloaked in a long heavy patchwork cloak clasped with a steel broach set with a stained glass bauble. A dagger is stowed in a sheath attached to the calf of his right sandal. A light cross-bow hangs on the side of his leather patch worked backpack. Azeryth is accompanied by his familiar “Horus”; a large raven with intelligent eyes.
Bio:

Azeryth-al-ja-tor Shazyth of Calimshan was born to a mercenary troop of Air Genasi deep in the Calimshan desert. The year was 1357 DR “Year of the Prince”, the baby Air Genasi was greeted to Faerun in what many would call a cruel birth, and future for one so young. The troop his parents belonged to had just returned from a mission for one of the sheiks. His father had failed to return, obviously killed in the battle with a warring faction of nomadic tribesmen. Azeryth’s mother fell sick to a wasting disease soon after his birth. Within weeks of his mother’s demise the infant was delivered to some elder Air Genasi that lived in the sprawling city of Calimport. The city became his home and is where he grew up the remainder of his childhood. Life as a teenager became much harder for Azeryth, both of his adopted parents died in a house fire, and many of his neighbors blamed Azeryth, but he knew better. Slum lords often used evil acts to persuade its tenants, and in this case that was what Azeryth was sure had happened. That fateful night changed his way of life forever.
Azeryth came across three thugs roughing up his adopted parents and heard two more conversing in the bedroom as they lay fuel to the premises. Azeryth quickly used his innate ability to levitate and watched and waited for a clean kill. He did not think too hard on what he would do once he was committed, he knew he was way over his head but he planned to try and save his parents anyhow. One of the thugs stepped back as the other two continued harrying his elders. With not a thought he dropped upon the thug and began to stab over and over at the exposed neck. The man dropped in a heap, the other thugs had not noticed due to their backs were turned as they kicked Azeryth’s parents. Azeryth quickly leaped upon another thugs back stabbing brutally into his kidney and throat. He jumped away as the thug fell holding his throat kicking futilely. The other thug yelled as he drew a cudgel and viciously stomped on his mother’s neck as he directed his attention to the new threat. Azeryth saw at that moment the two thugs in the bedroom quickly approaching from the side.
As the three remaining thugs closed in Azeryth had a sense of clarity come over him, an intense focus wash over his mind, he saw formulas running through his head as water would drain from a pitcher. The force of what happened next stunned him, electricity enveloped his hands. The first thug that reached him was jolted, and fell backwards sprawling his comrades by the force of his fall. Wisps of smoke streamed off two distinct hand prints. The brutish thug was dead as he lay. The other two thugs quickly recovered from the shock, one drew a cutlass, as the other retreated to the room he had recently occupied. As the man warily approached, Azeryth observed both his parents were motionless, and appeared to be dead or dying. The anger seethed through his blood, but then again that raw focus prevailed, and the formulas streamed again through his mind. The thug stood mouth agape as an azure bolt struck him in the chest. The man staggered calling out to his comrade, Azeryth took advantage of his shock, and threw the dagger at him. The dagger pierced the man’s eye; he screamed an awful sound then collapsed. The last thug struck a tindertwig then leaped out the window. The house was quickly engulfed in a blaze of smoke and fire. Azeryth attempted to move his parents but in his mind he knew it was of no use. The young Genasi escaped out the front hoping nobody waited in ambush, he quickly levitated to the roof and began running, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, leaving behind all he knew….
It was days later after several furious escapes from thieves, thugs, and swords for hire that he came across a wizened old man that took him in. It was not so easy for an Air Genasi with blue skin to hide within a metropolis filled with humans, and half breeds. It was during one of these escapes that Azeryth had the fair fortune of crossing paths with a retired wizard, and ex adventurer by the name of Galpren the Old. Galpren grabbed the youth up and spirited him away in the blink of an eye. The gentle man appeared to be older then the sands themselves, his face was wrinkled as crumpled parchment, and his beard nearly touched the ground. He made Azeryth comfortable with soothing words, a warm bowl of stew, and a piece of honey-bread. Galpren later informed Azeryth that the reason for so many rogues seeking his life was due to the murder of a notorious guild leader’s son. Come to find out, the man Azeryth shocked to death was the scion of a wealthy and powerful merchant that also lead a powerful thieves guild. Azeryth lived out his days as a teenager behind the tower walls of Galpren the Old, also known as Galpren the Great, a powerful conjurer in his early days. Galpren used the time he had left on Faerun instructing Azeryth the ways of a wizard. Azeryth spent day in and day out studying the meticulous semantics involved in wizardry. By the time he was 19 years old, Galpren told Azeryth he had taught him all he knew to become a fledgling wizard. Galpren was saddened by the fact he had to send the Air Genasi away, they had become close over the years and the mentor felt that his apprentice was more of a son than anything. Galpren could not allow for this raw power and youthful energy to continue hiding behind stone walls. The old wizard decided to send Azeryth to the one place he knew he would be safe. Galpren took out one of his musty spell books and memorized a spell he had not used in over two decades. Before you know it the two of them found themselves within a circle of stones far to the north. Galpren handed the Air Genasi a scroll tube, and a small pouch; he then took the youth in his arms gave him a big hug. “Seek out the Twilight Hall and ask to speak to one of the High Harpers in the small city to our south. The town is called Berdusk, you will be safe, tell them I sent you.” Azeryth looked grief stricken; it was all happening so quickly. Galpren added one more thing before he teleported away, “I see a great future in you young Genasi, the road ahead of you will be filled with adventure, and heroics, make me proud.” Before Azeryth could reply his master was gone. Azeryth stood a while contemplating his future, but the strange sounds of the forest got his feet moving quickly to the south, where the next stage of his life would begin.

Azeryth-al-ja-tor Shazyth of Calimshan

Forgotten Realms: Age of Worms Ebonblade