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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