Profile: Czrel

Name: Czrel Azuki

Race: Drasnian

Class: Thief

Age: Early twenties

Clan: Merchants

Others: Married to Fereia Azuki.

History:

His past is unknown, except that his mother died in a fire when he was a toddler. He joined Adventurers after trying to rob Mortiris of his gold. On a clan assignment, he discovered an organisation called "Vulture's Nest". During his investigation, something went awry, and he collapsed in front of Morneson in Sendar. They travelled southwards to Nyissa. However, Morneson was gravely wounded by legionnaires who mistook them for the Vulture's Nest. Czrel dragged her to the Tol Honeth, where a Tolnedran merchant, Harodus, invited them into his house. Czrel discovered that Harodus' daughter, Syphila, was actually a hostage. They escaped with Syphila, and took her back to her home, Sthiss Tor. Harodus was betrayed by his butler after they departed and was taken to Osadiss, Syphila's father. Morneson discussed how to overthrow the Nest with Osadiss, while Czrel explored the house. There, he found a Nadrak slave, Vealare, and they fell in love. Czrel escaped with her. Morneson chased after the two lovers, and led them back to Camaar.
Just before Czrel's wedding with Vealare, he was captured by Sthanos, Morneson's enemy. Sasser, Sthanos' pupil, tested drugs on Czrel. In the meanwhile, Morneson, searching for Czrel, was caught by Harodus, who had gained power in the Nest. Czrel killed Sassor, only to fall prey again to Sthanos. Sthanos met up with Harodus, who killed Sthanos when he was about to rape Morneson.
Harodus is now plotting with Czrel and Morneson to overthrow the Nest again.

Role-play:

Description:

hey

 You see a skinny boy in torn dirty
robes as you strut through Boktor.
As you watch him, he
eyes you back
with a pair of eerie greens hidden
underneath his hood. That constant
glare seems wary of you and at the
same time twinkle with slyness and
mischief. Your brows buckle at his
scrutinizing gaze but you conclude
that he means no harm. Carelessly,
you shrug and he passes your side.
Four streets down the city and you
start to have a bugging feeling to
check your coin purse. When you've
realized that it's gone, it is too
late. The boy must have nipped it.

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