Azer

[Azer]

Player Name: Pazas

Name: Azer

Age: 27

Race: Human

Height: 5’4

Weight: 150 (Or average)

Physical Description: Azer is of average height and weight, with shoulder length black blue colored hair that is strait as a ruler. His jaw is not particularly well defined but neither is it virtually nonexistent. His eyes are a dull green, and his skin tone is a darker shade of white. In short he is nondescript, the type of person who you are apt to forget shortly after you notice him, if indeed you notice him at all. Most of the time the aforementioned features are hidden beneath a black hood, and the robe to which it is attached hides his thin figure and build with all its folds and creases, to rob the casual observer of even that detail. He has a scar on his jaw, but he keeps whiskers or sometimes a full beard to disguise it. Usually he keeps his hands gloved, and he tends to wear lighter colors in the day, and darker colors at night.

Possessions: Daggers – Azer carries two daggers, which are of fine quality craft, but otherwise unremarkable. They are double sided and straight edged with a curved tip to aid the grip of the blade. The blades are made of steel while the handle is made of wood with a small guard at the base of the blade. Azer’s skill with the blades is only mediocre, as he uses his tounge to get out of most situations.

Pouch for drugs – A simple leather pouch with many compartments for storing the substance of his trade.

Drugs -
Note: All spells required for the craft or preparation of a drug are preformed with several alterations to the normal process. As such, Azer does not actually know any spells that have any effects on anything other than the mentioned drug. If in an emergency he attempted to use the spell against an advisory the most likely thing to happen would be the failing of the spell, due to the fact that Azer was taught that they only work on the drugs. (If I am correct the casters perception limits the spells efects in Thar Shaddin?)

Quies is a drug made by picking, preparing the root of a weed, known as Aegwyn, which is absorbent of magic, and performing a derivation of a sleeping spell on it in order to lend the root the spells properties. Also known as sleep root it is basically a strong sedative. While sedated the user’s reasoning, motor, and coordination skills are severely reduced, even more so than when under the influence of alcohol, and the user experiences a pleasurable floating like sensation. (Basically they’re high, as if off marijuana, but stronger.) It is extremely addictive, and addicts looking for a fix have been known to commit acts they otherwise never would have when attempting to get some, hence Azer’s saying “Never trust a sleepwalker.” referring to someone under its influence. Quies is available in the form of a root, which is often smoked, and a fine powder, which is often snorted. Currently Azer has only the first one on him, about 12 roots or so.

Somnium is a magic hallucinogen, made by specially preparing the bladder of a Opie fish, which causes the user to experience wild hallucinations while still awake and perfectly perceptive. There are two forms, made by substituting a step in the preparation process. One kind, commonly called Moonbeam for its silvery color, causes the user’s hallucinations to be of wild and grand proportions, such as multicolor skies, and flying, giant, talking fruit. Its effects seem to be totally random, often as wild and ludicrous as the user’s imagination allows, with no real connection to anything the user has experienced. The second kind, often just called two, causes hallucinations that are linked to the user’s subconscious, often of hidden fears or desires. These hallucinations are also less absurd, where the user will often experience almost everything as normal, except for the reaction of the environment to the hallucination which will be simulated realistically.
The only physical difference between the two is the color, which for two is redish-brown, and it is a liquid, (both forms) making it a favorite for spiking drinks. Currently Azer only has the first one on him, (4 vials, 3 inches long, 1 inch thick) but knows how to make the second.

Ago Nex is an extremely peculiar drug, made by casting a specific spell over a freshly dead corpse of the target user's race/ pre-death race, which is a thick paste that one applies to the roof of one’s mouth. Also called Grey Goo (for obvious reasons), it causes any living being to loose all physical feeling, as if dead, while still retaining all mental and motor capabilities. Even more odd is the effect it has on vampires, and other intelligent undead. It makes them fee alive for a short period, and can even reduce or banish weak blood cravings, though eventually the vampire still must feed. The feeling of life is an extremely pleasurable, almost erotic experience to a vampire, on par with an orgy as far as level of pleasure. The drug does not actually make a vampire human however, and they still cannot reproduce, although intercourse is possible.

Powers or Strengths: Azer is able to sneak around and make himself hard to spot, as well as being gifted with his tongue, and he is able to provide fantasies with the use of his drugs. But other than that he does not really have any powers or strengths.

History: Azer was born in the slums of a city in western Europe, one which was going through an economic depression. He was orphaned at an early age and learned to survive with a band of other kids. I wrote his history from the first person point of view becuase it seemed the most natural for this character.

I was born in a city. Nothing special, just your usual heap of crime and filth, in fact I don’t even remember its name. But it’s not important; point is I’ve never been keen on the country, I’m a city boy born and bred. That being said I grew up in the… seedier parts of town, where it was all you could do to survive, day in and day out. My mother was a prostitute, a useless whore of a woman who didn’t give a fuck about parenting, and who died when I reached the ripe old age of six. From then on I learned to survive on my own, since I had never met my father, and the locales couldn’t care less about another orphaned kid down in the slums. I joined up with a few other orphans, most of them a little older, but one or two who were my age, and they taught me how to survive, how to blend in and become invisible. To become part of the sidewalk, like the trash in the street, passer byes didn’t even see it was there, they just tuned it out and walked on. Same with us, only when they walked by us we jumped ‘em from behind and took their Bishani. Or there shit, whatever happened to cost more and weigh less.
Occasionally the unlucky saps would die, most of the time they wouldn’t. When they did we would just clean up and move on. You gotta understand, it wasn’t a big deal, it was just something we did, part of survival, part our lives, part of our jobs. You learned to deal with it, to adapt, like a soldier on the battlefield, or a battle mage confronted with an enemy. After long enough, it starts to seem normal, and when people mourn and cry or even get angry over death, you look and think, what’s the big deal? We all die don’t we? So what if he went out early? The leader of our little band, a teenager, whose name I think was Saad or something similar used to have a favorite saying, "Whenever people are around me they seem to suffer massive injuries, and then for some reason they get upset, I mean so what if I was holding the knife?”
So anyways I grew up pretty much just like that, ignored by everyone except for those we robbed and those we killed, until I discovered the lucrative business, and pleasurable past time, of the drug trade. The city I grew up in was strict, a lot like Marn, with militaristic law and everything. Magic was outlawed big time, same as here, and that made it an absolute no-no for our little band. The whole point was to blend in and disappear, to be totally invisible. As orphans this was easy, nobody gave a fuck about us, and we built on that. But the second we started to practice magic that would all end, it would draw attention to us, it would give away that we were creepin’ around in the shadows, and it would make the head honchos behind the city politics actually care about what we did. And that was NOT what we wanted. So most of us in the “survivors club” didn’t even know if we could do magic, not bothering to try, and those that did, hid it for fear of getting kicked out. Most magic that is, the one thing that the guards looked the other way too was, yup you guessed it, drugs. In retrospect it didn’t make much sense, some of the fuckers we sold had bad magic side affects, like insanity, paralysis, transformation, even death, I guess the guards wanted a piece of the action? I don’t know, all I know is it was how it was.
Now the locale low lives who were a bit older than we were already had the market cornered, but one day that all changed. It was a few years after my mom died, I couldn’t tell you how long because we never bothered to keep track of age, and I never learned to count above 6 anyway, but I was just starting to get peach fuzz on my face and Saad had to be at least a young adult. So anyway we jumped this guy coming out of an alley, the usual setup, I dropped down behind him from above, Jonas came from his right, Kasa from his left, and Saad from strait on. The man happened to be carrying a dagger, and managed to stab Kasa (just a blow to the shoulder but still), while fending off Saad and Jonas. Never even saw me behind him till I cut my knife across his throght, though. We took the poor saps Bishani like usual, a surprising amount, but we also found a note and a key in a hidden pocket. Not only that, but the guy had previous wounds. Previous fresh wounds. None of us read except Saad, and he didn’t want to risk getting jumped, since we were in open territory, so we waited till we got back to the abandoned building we called home. After Kasa got his wound dressed, by an older teenage girl, who the younger ones simply called mom, us four slid into the storage room alone and waited for Saad to read us the note. Apparently, the dude we killed was a big shot in the Saku market. A drug they imported from far east that was insanely expensive, and even more mind numbing. Normally this would have been a bad thing cause we would have been killed by the other main players in the market, only this was a drug lord everyone thought was dead. The fresh wounds, we had heard rumors of big deal murder done the same way the day before, and this was our guy. As if that wasn’t enough he had found a new drug, something he called Jaho, which his buyers were going crazy over, thinking it was some exotic expensive recipe, when all he was doing was going up and picking a locale weed from the graveyard, mixing it with salt, and then cooking it. And nobody knew! They thought the recipe had died with him, and we had it on paper! We were rich, cause the stuff cost a Bishan to make, and went for 10, which apparently is a hell of a lot more than six. We started mass producing the stuff, selling it on street corners, and in alleys. The wealth was flowing and we were living large for a few years, we even got to use it for free, cause we made it! While we were up high on the food chain, we branched off into other drugs, learning to make, and use, anything we could sell. Stuff for better sex, stuff for good dreams, stuff for sleep, stuff to get rid of pain, stuff for everything!
Then stuff started to go wrong. Apparently Jaho while insanely lucrative, and sedative, is extremely explosive, something about the wild magic in the weeds and the processed technology of the Gnomish salt we used, I don’t know. So anyway Saab was brewing a huge batch of the shit in the storage room, when he left some on the fire too long, just a minute, and the whole building exploded, and I mean the whole goddam building. Only me and a few others, (five or six) survived, and most of those who did were killed a few days later, when the drug lord’s old partner traced the recipe back to us. Suddenly I was back were I started, no even worse. Only me and Jonas were left, we had drug lords after us for killing a partner, the city guard was after us for the huge explosion, (which had been obviously magical), and we had no more money. That was when I hightailed it out of there, lying low n the country and traveling from small settlement to settlement, in an attempt to avoid death. Remember how I’m a city boy, born and bred? Well after a few years of country life I’ve had enough and I’ve decided to try and earn a share of the market here in Marn, and investigate rumors of a potential drug growing wild near here, though I’m probably going to have to deal with the old drug lords partner first. If he comes looking for me that is. If not, who says you can’t let bygones be bygones?