Azlem Riendotte

Azlem Riendotte 「In this world, it's use or be used.」 About Nickname: Az, 아즈냥 Birth Name: A'zhlem Tia Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Miqo'te Clan: Seeker of the Sun Orientation: Homosexual Marital: Taken Guardian: Azeyma, The Warden Namesday: 15th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon Occupation: ??? Alignment: Chaotic Neutral AppearancePersonalityTimelineRelationshipsRumoursGalleryMusicOOCCredit Appearance Error creating thumbnail: File missing Height: 5 Fulm, 6 Ilm Weight: x Ponze Build: Lean, on the thin side Skin Tone: Tanned brown Tail: Long and fluffy Notable Features: Nails can become sharp Scars: Large scars on his neck, wrists and ankles from shackles. Otherwise small scars can be found scattered around his body. A huge scar across his abdomen. Hair: Dark brown Eyes: Golden yellow He prefers clothings that can cover his neck, wrists and ankles. If not, he wears things like gloves in order to hide them. Personality ↣ Appears easy-going and laid back ↣ Softspoken ↣ Not the most talkative person ↣ Good listener, but won't spend even a millisecond of his time to listen to bullshit ↣ Devious, shady, secretive ↣ A huge liar ↣ Can be manipulative ↣ He dislikes getting stuck in sticky situations. He would rather stay as the third person so that he doesn't have to deal with it directly. To him, helping people out are okay, but only when he feels like it. He does not understand why people would spend so much of their efforts trying to help strangers out. He thinks that the strangers don't care about you, and neither does he care about them. He can come across as incredibly cold hearted because of this in some situations. He is not the most talkative person, and conversations with him will go as far as an exchange of greetings when first approaching him. However, if you manage to keep his interest, then he can be a pleasant company to a small chat. Because of his gentle demeanor and mild nature, he can be a great listener. He loves listening to his friends' tales and fun events, and more than willing to listen to their complaints as well. As he says, simply talking it out to someone can take a weight off of your heart. He is never driven purely by emotions and takes a step back from problems to look at them more logically. Thanks to this, he can make reserved decisions and suggest possible solutions to those problems without being overwhelmed by his emotions. However also because of this, it is equally difficult to see him show extreme forms of emotions, if ever. He is good at hiding his emotions and doesn't let it slip past through his expressions. He can show expressions, but they are rarely genuine. This makes him incredibly difficult to read. All this adds on to his habit of lying; he lies almost all the time, and nothing could possibly be trusted about what he says once you start doubting. There are genuine words in there somewhere but with all the lies covering it, it's almost impossible to tell what the truth is. Likes ❀ Sitting on high places (roofs, shelves, trees, etc.) ❀ If I fits, I sits ❀ Jeweleries and minerals ❀ Weaving, hand crafting, cooking Dislikes ❀ Having to keep people he doesn't care about alive/help them ❀ Being directly involved in drama; sticky situations ❀ Dislikes being touched in general. Don't do it (...unless ur his friend..it's ok) Fears ❀ Being restrained; bound ❀ ❀ Trivia ❀ Vice(s): Apathy towards strangers, manipulative, liar ❀ Favorite Food: Pastry Fish, mostly anything ❀ Favorite Drink: Triple cream coffee, Spiced cider ❀ Favorite Color: Anything translucent ❀ Element: Earth, Dark Tropes History/Timeline ※NSFW themes and settings, proceed with caution.※ Childhood ₪ Dictated tribe Azlem was born in a nomadic tribe with an excessively dictating leader. His tribe was originally from Thavnair. They travelled around the world and settled down at places for as short as weeks to as long as a few years. The leader of his tribe was a cold hearted male who did not care about his tribe members but his profit and amusement. He killed or sold away anyone that got on his wrong side or women that he simply lost interest in. Publicly executing them and showing his power, he made sure that no one would dare oppose him but cower in fear. It wasn't simply because he was the leader that everyone let him continue his dictatorship - as if showing how unfair the world can be, he was an incredibly powerful individual and could not be beaten no matter how many of the tribe members came together to resist against him. Knowing full well how hopeless they were against him, everyone in his tribe had long given up - more exactly, did not dare to even think about opposing him. Even while the dictator knew no one would dare defy him, he was afraid that one day any of the young male children could grow up to overpower him and throw him off of his throne. Not willing to take any chances, he sold away male children that showed any hints of becoming a possible threat in the future to the slave traders, killing two birds with one stone - getting rid of threats and gaining coins at the same time. As any other members of his tribe, especially to male Miqo'tes, Azlem was subjected to heavy labor and abuse since very young. Teenage ₪ Sold away Azlem was intelligent and had a talent in reading people's facial expressions and body language to percept their thoughts and true intentions behind their words. He picked up vast variety of knowledge from eavesdropping on people's conversations wherever his tribe traveled to, and because his tribe travelled around countless parts of the world, he had a vast bank of knowledge. Often sneaking into libraries and reading whatever he could get his hands on, he became as knowledgeable, if not more, as most adults by the age of 11. Unfortunately, Azlem gaining knowledge and being more intelligent than most started to catch the dictator's attention. The dictator only truly realized the immense threat Azlem's intelligence possessed when Azlem easily persuaded some townsfolk nearby where his tribe settled to gather what he wanted at the age of 13. Seeing how easily Azlem could move people to do his bidding with just words, the dictator felt uneasiness and fear towards the boy. The fear grew stronger steadily until Azlem reached the age of 14, when the dictator had enough of taking any risks and sold him to the slave traders. Azlem was sold as a sex slave and was sent to Ul'dah. Used to being used as nothing but a tool from his tribe, he did not find much difference in the 'new' life he was given, and thus the thought of 'being free' never even occured to him. There was no reason for him to want to escape, as he was oblivious to life of not being used as a tool - it was only natural. The owner of the prostitute business used a similar method in which hunting birds are trained by. He chained and shackled the slaves on their neck, wrists and ankles and made it so that they had extremely restricted movements allowed. They would then be forced to live in that condition for a few years until their reflexes made them think that they are unable to move when the shackles are on them, even though there are no chains holding them down. 20s ₪ Unexpected visitor The days, months and years passed by in a haze of dull, identical routines until one day when he was suddenly pulled out of the haze by a mysterious dark figure. The unexpected guest appeared out of nowhere one night and massacred the employers and employees of the brothel with no exceptions, painting the walls and floors with their blood and echoes of screams filled the halls. All Azlem could make out of the figure in the pitch black darkness was red glowing eyes. When their eyes met - or so he thought - he heard a voice in his head, calling out his name; telling him to open his eyes. But to what? The questions in his head did not linger for long as the figure disappeared into the darkness as swiftly as they appeared. After his shackles were removed, he felt more lost than freed. He had lived the entirety of his life in captivity, controlled and used by someone; freedom was too foreign to him that he did not know what to do. He lingered around the black markets like he usually did, but was smart enough to hide into the shadows, as he knew he should not be seen. As days passed, he slowly came to realize who that unexpected visitor who one-sidedly massacred everyone was. Azlem was always extremely sharp and perceptive. Whether this did him more good or bad, not even he knows. He figured out the association that run the brothel was one of the biggest in power dealing in human trafficking in the black markets. Mainly active in Thavnair, their grasp branches from far eastern continents to Eorzea. For the first step in seeking true 'freedom' and otherwise revenge, Azlem searches out 'customers' that have dealt with the association and know of the methods in detaining him. Silently lured out to where lights cannot reach, they are never heard of or seen again. Present ₪ Black Magic ₪ Drowning in blood In order to survive under unreasonable dictations and abuse, Azlem learned to turn a blind eye to everything including himself; He pretended to not see his own pain. To pretend he felt no pain, felt nothing. Until he disregarded everything about himself and finally lived in a haze. This was his way of escaping. What he did not realize, though, was how the negativities in his heart that he simply crushed under his feet never actually disappeared, but only suppressed. It grew darker and darker as time went past. Without him even knowing, it continuously stacked up in the deepest depths of his heart. Until, one day, Azlem came across a strange crystal and very shortly lost conciousness as darkness consumed his sight. A distorted voice called out to him. To stop turning a blind eye. To open his eyes. To see clearly, not in a haze. 'It' spoke, its voice so piercing cold that it burned into his skin. "See what you despise, and see your own scars. They are not worthy to take your suffering as granted. You have drowned yourself in your own blood for too long. Let those scums feast upon your blood and flesh for too long. Give to them what they deserve. Carve out their flesh and soak in their blood." ₪ The Strange Manor Misfortune, or would it be called fortune? Fate? The only thing clear would be that it was a mistake to set foot inside this huge manor hidden in the depths of the woods. Everything was perfectly carried out without any mistakes. It would have been absolutely perfect if this disaster did not just decided to, totally randomly, barge in without any reasons - why was he wandering about here anyway? - You can only say this is all a work of cruel fate and terrible coincidences. 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(Birth Mother) Organizations & Groups Error creating thumbnail: File missing Example Name Friends Error creating thumbnail: File missing Koh Nobu(Qestir) Error creating thumbnail: File missing Error creating thumbnail: File missing Error creating thumbnail: File missing Lui Migarus Azlem meets this strange Au Ra while he was honing his skills on thaumaturgy in Ul'dah. At first he ignores this rather odd lizard who did not speak but only motion with his gestures. He seemed to be asking for directions so Azlem returns a very short response in gesture - by pointing to the direction he needed to go. However, not after so long, Azlem runs into him again, and is asked the same question. He returns a short response. Again. ...And when he thought it was over for sure this time, he meets him once again... And at this point he had enough. Azlem gives in and directs this lost and confused lizard to where he needs to go by walking with him. This strange encounter (and rather unbelievable that someone could get lost to that extent, he could swear it was just around the corner that one time he pointed in the direction,) doesn't end there. It almost felt like some kind of curse when Azlem ran across him in Ul'dah again, lost. These encounters make them become friends in a rather strange manner. Rumours Some of these rumours are untrue, speculation, or exaggerated. ◢ Common Rumours | Easily overheard. ↣ "He's polite and soft-spoken alright, but there's just something unsettling about him." ↣ "Doesn't he ever get too warm? He's always covered up in clothes it makes me feel hotter under the sun." ◢ Uncommon Rumours | Difficult to hear. ↣ "Those are not the eyes of someone who is simply just 'calm and gentle'. I bet he killed dozens of people in the dark, he's just deceiving us with that mild smile." ↣"He reeks of blood." ◢ Rare Rumours | Very rarely heard. ↣ "I heard he used to serve at a brothel..." ↣ "'Azlem', was it? On this side of dirtier businesses, he is wanted for the masacre of an entire association. It seems the owner managed to get away with his life by the skin of his teeth and put up a bounty for that guy. The owner seems a bit, out of his mind, though, so it's more of a myth. Must be the shock from losing all that establishment he stacked up over the decades in just one night." 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Lui) Error creating thumbnail: File missing Koh and Azlem as real cats ww Error creating thumbnail: File missing a smol Error creating thumbnail: File missing Error creating thumbnail: File missing cats being cats(with koh) Music Error creating thumbnail: File missing Themes ↣ Natural Artist:Imagine Dragons ↣ メリーバッドエンド (Merry Bad End) Artist:まふまふ feat.初音ミク ↣ 東京テディベア Artist:Neru|Cover:りぶ ↣ Dance with the Devil Artist:Breaking Benjamin ↣ You're Gonna Go Far, Kid Artist:The Offspring ↣ アウターサイエンス Artist:IA|Cover:まふまふ Other ↣ 打上花火 Artist:DAOKO×米津玄師|Cover:96猫×天月 ↣ [] Artist: ↣ [] Artist: OOC Personal RP Limits I need to go I'm too stupid to talk to you Links Out ↣ Tumblr: honbie.tumblr.com ↣ Twitter: waffulle.twitter.com Time Zone/Server ↣ Balmung Credit All art, unless otherwise specified, are drawn by me; Azlem Riendotte. ↣ Base template by D'lyhhia Lhuil. ↣ Small alterations and additions by Azlem Riendotte.