Name: Azer Tashzad Gürkani, Most Honorable Knight of the Crescent Order
Starting point distribution: Leadership, Tactician, Weaponmastery (Sword)
Description:
Azer is a tall, lean man with skin a shade darker than olive. He is not overtly muscular, but wiry, all coiled energy bringing to mind a serpent preparing to strike. His years are showing on his thin and gaunt features and his short, neat black hair and a neat, pointed beard. Azer's eyes are a dark brown, with a slightly unfocused look to his gaze. Azer wears clothes that might have once been fine and high-quality in the southern courts he hails from, but are ragged and torn from years of use. His armor - not the full suit of local knights, but coverings of chainmail and scales of strange beasts - has not fared much better, even broken at points. He wears his sabre, which perhaps surprisingly is still sharp, polished steel, at his side, always visible and ready to be drawn.
Biography:
Azer is a 'Knight of the Crescent', a member of the martial order of the gharidi aman, the Crescent Order. Holding to a mystic and secretive creed, the Order seeks out and initiates youths into their ceremonies and beliefs - which mainly center around a philosophy of self-control and discipline - as their disciples travel the world. Their training reaches for martial excellence and perfect understanding of the Order's own philosophy and of other doctrines and faiths. Often they are prized as warriors - the Order can be hired as mercenaries under the current leadership, which has caused no small amount of infighting - but persecuted or suppressed in many lands over their secretive faith and foreign origins. As the Order is, at heart, a mystic cult, false rumors of their 'decadent practices' are common wherever they go.
Azer is by no means the virtuous and ascetic Knight of the Order he is expected to be, however. Hailing from the southern Nagandemi Great Kingdom, Azer was inducted into the Crescent Order as a child. He grew without questioning the Order or his life, having known nothing else. His devotion or his grasp of the creed was never more than asked of him, and when the time came for him to join his brothers in battle, he complied without much thought on the matter.
But the reality of war and what it revealed in the people around him, despite all the teaching and indoctrination he had received, was too much for him to just accept. Self-discipline and control fled Azer, and he became little else than a tool or weapon for others to use. Wracked by depression, Azer turned to drink, narcotics, pleasures of the flesh. His 'moral decay' did not go unnoticed by the Order, and Azer soon found himself an outcast in their ranks. In the end, he set out on his own, wandering without purpose with drink as his stalwart companion.
Azer remains a melancholic man, bowing to authority and a survival instinct over any moral code. He seeks out petty jobs wherever he can find them to make a living, or simply intimidates and steals to get his way. He sees little else than the rope at the end of his path, but some need has kept him holding onto life for a while yet. As a skilled fighter and a cultured man both, he is of use to anyone who can hold his interest with coin or distractions.
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