Prince
Azure MistPrince
Azure Mist
~The
Adored~
Grand
Wizard of Althier
Born
Prince Azure Mist Sapphire Dragon Jathram
Firstborn
of Princess Tiarilaisis of Kale, and Itharr Jathram
Age: 15
Height: 6'5" Weight: 215lbs
Hair:
Blue Black Eyes: Cobalt
Race:
Dragon-Human
Genus Specie:
Sapphire Elemental Specie: Mist
Armorments: Sapphire bladed bastard sword, Sapphire and titanium quarterstaff, Wand of Venus, Venom Acid breath.
Abilities: Trained grand wizard of Althier, able to use elemental and mercurial magic. Shape shifter, transformer, and master sueth sayer (prophetic). Long range flight.
History
Deep in the
night, the Princess, ethereal and beautiful, found herself wrapt in the
seductions of an authoritative, handsome wizard. Beguiling of ways,
and laiden in charm, he succeded, and in a moment of unbridled passion,
loved her, amidst an array of ale and barrels upon the straw laiden floor
of a bar stockroom. Unbeknownst to either, the seed of such passion
grew, as if to emmulate thier moment of lightening love, creating a child.
At the midnight hour, exactally four months to the day from her tempestuous affair, Princess Tiarilaisis had given birth to her first "clutch". A single, perfect, irridescent egg. Being only half dragon, she watched the egg with awe, and fear, unaware of just what would come out of it. She had nothing to fear, for when the day came, and the shell cracked away, emerged a child so beautiful he rivaled the very heavens. The first thing she saw of him were his eyes, lipid pools of blue so shattering they resembled the crisp winter skies in the morn. And so, after those eyes she named him, unable to dream him with another name...
Azure.
The child was a prodogy. Aging in the dragon way, he would seem ageless, yet, in one day would molt and age to several years past his maturity. His intellect stunned those about him, more intent on scientific study than the games of youth. Though, he envied his peer's abilities at relationships, he found himself ugly, homely and misshapen, hiding behind his veil of blue black spirals of hair and observing.
His mind grew well beyond his body, and at a tender age he was installed in the Academy of Althier to gain his training as a Mage. His father, being a wizard, was to him almost god like in nature, and he did his very best to please him. No one could have known that this handsome cool natured youth would captivate the scholars around him. With effortless mastery, he graduated the academy in under three years, and not as a mage, but as an ordained Grand Wizard. This is not to say that his years at the academy were easy, in reality that time was littered with abuses and insults to him, none of which he speaks of. He mentions little of the duration of his training, the only clue it was not wholesome the fact that he refuses to allow his future children to attend his almamater.
Continuing to molt, though still a young lad, he appears to be that of around his early twenties. Ladies who know him are apt to find never before or since have they met anyone with such beauty in a man's face. Though strong, his body is fluid and poetry in motion, as if every action he takes is part of the divine order. His mind, and outreaching intellect more important to him than trivial matters of battle and conquest. Having an artisan's soul, like his mother, he is adept at playing the harp, stroking lilting music from the strings with porcelain deft fingers. Fond of verse of poetry, he can be found on any given sunday in his solarium, reading amidst his lovingly tended roses of sapphire blue.
He is regal and courteous of manner, his clothes of great import, stylized white silk shirts crisp and fresh, tucked into black suede leggings. Upon his feet are black kidskin boots, polished to a mirrors perfection. Overlain the shirt, a simple silk red ribbon brings a royal cross to lay upon his chest, at at his brow a platinum and sapphire crown, simple, yet elegant. Yet, even he breaks from formality, his mane of blue black spirals set loose of conventional braiding to cascade freely behind him like a bridal train. No vest nor jerkin he wears, preferring the loose freedom of his crisp flowing shirt, and black cloak. Occassionally, if the situation merits, he may carry a stunning solid sapphire bastard sword, but more often than not is unarmed.
He shares his palace of sapphire gem with the first girl to ever catch his ardor. A marriage of years in the making, he took for his bride amidst the cover of night and with great risk. The daughter of a great preistess, Her name, Kyral Stark.
Thier union has born two children, a daughter Diamond, and a son, Sebastian. Doted on are they by thier father, as he is known to be found as dirty and disheveled as they among thier play. Though older now, and turning from children's games, still, he sacrifices most of his time to be with them. Woeful is the house when they are gone on retreats to thier homeland of Kale, Azure's melancholy only lifted by his wife, or thier return to him. It was the devistation of the Palace, at Princess Kyral's dissapearance.
Her few belongings
brought to him, her body believed burned by her captors, she is presumed
dead. Though, he keeps hope alive that someday, she will return to
his side.
Passionate by
nature, there is intensity in everything he does. Nothing is just
a rudeamentary task, from the sligtest manuever to the most deft spells
cast, he is maticulous, zestfull, and earnest. His heart is loyal
and true, baring no ill will toward anyone, and he would be apt to tell
you, he was born to love, not fight.
Yet, though in his soul he is level, just, and good, he will fight to the death anyone who stands in the way of what he loves and holds dear. Other than his children, His brothers, sister and mother are held in the upright and highest regard of respect, decency and cherishment.
He is not a man
known to hold back.
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