Azranahr Stormchaser

Azranahr "Stormchaser" Estienne
"There is no shield for the dying light."
Gender	Male
Race	Au Ra?
Clan	Xaela?
Citizenship	Ishgardian
Age	unknown
Namesday	unknown
Deity	Halone, The Fury
Height	8 fulms, 2 ilms
Free Company	The Black Diablos
Occupation	Hunter, Storyteller, Weaver, Stylist

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Character

General

Azranahr, the dedicated, if somewhat vain, swordsman of The Black Diablos.

Monker/Nicknames:

₪ Azzie: General shortening of his name. All of his friends call him this.

₪ Tallest Tree: A nickname given to him by Zorai Naccal

₪ Stormchaser: A title earned by his father, Vogarth Estienne. He now uses it as his family name.

Resedence:

The Gathering Hall, home of The Black Diablos

Appearance

Body
Height	8 Fulm, 2 Ilm
Weight	Average
Build	Muscular
Skin Tone	Somewhat pale, but not unhealthy looking.
Tail	Long, lithe and spiked at the end. At times it moves erratically.
Notable Features:
Scars	None.
Head / Facial Features
Hair	Snow white in colour, highlighted with violet that's obviously a dye. Often tied into a tail at the top of his head.
Eyes	The right eye is a a sort of blue-grey, like the sky before a storm. The left a bright amber that glows.
Notable Features:	Though his one amber eye glows like many of the Au Ra, upon closer inspection it's light is very different.
Scars	None

Personality

Azranahr is vain. Very vain. At times he seems to care more about fixing his hair or nails than he does anything else. Despite this, he carries a fierce sense of loyalty and a protectiveness that could be rivalled to that of a Coeurl with her first litter. Unless he just broke a nail, he never allows his expression to be anything but a smile. He can be forgetful at times, and, though very seldom and rarely in the sight of anyone, there's a certain sadness about him that he would quickly deny should it ever be picked up on.

Abilities and Skills

Weapons

₪ Lance:

₪ Sword and Shield:

₪ Bow:

₪ Greatsword:

Magic

₪ Example:

Tendencies

Likes ₪ Hair products ₪ String music ₪ Sentient plants ₪ Tea

Dislikes ₪ Snow ₪ Chocolate ₪ High humidity ₪ Fire (phobia)

Other ₪ Alignment: Chaotic Good ₪ Vice(s): Vanity ₪ Favorite Food: ₪ Favorite Drink: ₪ Favorite Color: Red

Relationships

Family

Vogarth "Stormchaser" Estienne (Father, Deseaced) (Elezen, Duskwight)

Father of all six Estienne children and head of the House. He was granted nobility die to his deeds in the Dragonsong War, which, at the time, hadn't quite entered it's first century. While often seen as gruff and aloof to his peers, behind closed doors he doted upon all of his children and put his woodworking talents to use by making toys for them all.

Branded a heretic, he was executed at the Witchdrop.

Azalea Estienne (Mother, Deseaced) (Elezen, Duskwight)

Wife to Vogarth and Mother of the Estienne family, Azalea brought warmth to the household even in the coldest winters. She had a love of gardening and would often gather her sons and daughters to her favourite tree to tell them stories.

While branded a heretic with the rest of her family, she managed to escape with her youngest son, Azranahr, to a land far away from Eorzea. Fearing pursuit, she threw away her nobility and name, choosing to go by Stormchaser.

Veltenoix Estienne (Uncle, Deseaced) (Elezen, Duskwight)

Kailen Estienne (Brother, Deseaced) (Elezen, Duskwight)

Colette Estienne (Sister, Deseaced) (Elezen, Duskwight)

Veraltiox Estienne (Brother, Deseaced) (Elezen, Duskwight)

Lortien Estienne (Brother, Deseaced) (Elezen, Duskwight)

Shexianne Estienne (Sister, Deseaced) (Elezen, Duskwight)

Friends

Jiao Sachaba (Fiancée) (Au Ra, Raen)

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Zorai Naccal (Friend,leader) (Miqo'te, Keeper of the moon)

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D'emi Rojah (Friend, fellow Diablos) (Miqo'te, Seeker of the Sun)

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T'rau Durnba (Friend, fellow Diablos) (Miqo'te, Seeker of the sun)

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Izrikairin Rish (Friend, fellow Diablos) (Miqo'te, Keeper of the moon)

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Y'riel Tia (Friend, fellow Diablos) (Miqo'te, Seeker of the sun)

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Dyolfen Bloodstone (Friend, fellow Diablos) (Miqo'te, Keeper of the moon)

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Neutral/Wary

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History/Timeline

Childhood

₪ Life in Estienne Manor

Born in the Western Highlands of Coerthas, Azranahr enjoyed a comfortable life in his early years. His father having earned his family nobility a fifteen years before his birth. His days were spent playing with his older brothers and sisters, looking in wonder at the wooden toys his father would make for them, and listening to the stories his mother would tell them. His parents withheld no comfort from their children, their rooms never cold and their bellies never empty.

Little did he know that such blissful days would be cut so short so soon.

₪ The Experiments

Jealous of Vogarth's fame, his brother, Veltenoix, sought power of his own. Conspiring with a corrupt inquisitor, he conducted experiments upon young Azranahr. His intentions were twofold. To test if men really could harness the power of dragons, and to frame his brother with heresy. After learning the source of a dragon's power, he even went to far as to gouge out on of Azranahr's eyes and replace it with one from the dragon whom Vogarth had slain, Stevrasha.

He would never see the fruit of his experiments.

₪ Heresy

Despite Veltenoix's plans, he was also convicted of heresy, along with the rest of the Estienne family. All of them, including servants and squires, were sentenced to the Witchdrop. It is said that Vogarth, full of shame that a member of his family was capable of such acts, leapt off the cliff himself.

Azalea, however, was unable to watch her family die. The night before the sentence, she took her youngest child and fled Coerths, even fled Eorzea itself. After months of travelling she finally settled in the far of land of Minegard, and there she and Azranahr would stay for the rest of her life.

₪ Playtime Accidents

Azranahr enjoyed a simple life in Minegard. His mother taught him the etiquette expected of a young nobleman, but his memory of Coerthas was next to non-existent, and Azalea never explained to him why he must know such things. "It is proper." is all she would say.

He'd often play with the other boys in his area, yet as boys are often inclined to play rough games, he found his own strength unknown to himself and their games would end in one of the other children running home crying. Once, while engaged in a friendly bout of arm wrestling, he snapped his opponent's arm in half by accident. Such events caused him to eventually be excluded from the other children's games.

In his seclusion, he'd often try to understand what happened. Why did he do such things? He didn't want to hurt anyone. He tried to imagine that someone else did it. That he wasn't capable of such things.

Teenage

₪ The Sickness

As he grew older, Azalea grew more and more frail. A sickness had taken her, and no amount of healing seemed to be able to save her.

It was at this time that Azranahr learned to style hair and apply make up. In his eyes, Azalea was the most beautiful woman in the word. Growing up, she never looked anything but her best, and he hated to see her deteriorate as she was. Every morning he'd coax her hair into a different style and help her with her make up. He'd trim her nails and pick out an outfit for her to wear.

On the day she passed away, Azranahr dressed her in her favourite ball gown and buried her on a hill where the sun would always shine, and in the spring the pink petals from a nearby tree would drift through the air and gather on her grave.

Adulthood

₪ Ageing?

As the years went by, Azranahr was unable to notice how he looked much younger than the men his age. At night he'd lie awake and wonder exactly why that was. As he'd slowly drift off to sleep, a voice in the back of his mind would tell him why, but by the time he'd wake up, he could never remember what it had said.

₪ The Wandering

For years Azranahr would wander from place to place within the vast expanse of Minegard, earning his meals by telling his stories in various taverns or mending people's clothes. He never stayed in one place for long before moving on. His wanderings lasted so long he lost count of the years.

₪ Memories

As his wanderings continued, Azranahr began to realise that there were gaps in his memory. Exactly how long had he been wandering for? What was the name of the village he grew up in? Why did he remember a great hall, draped in blue fabric? Why did he have a memory of a little boy with a broken arm? Who was the boy? And who did that to him?

With a deep sadness, he realised he couldn't remember his mothers face.

₪ The Hunting Hall

Looking for work, Azranahr happened across a guild known as The Black Diablos. With promises of great stories and some skill with a Lance, he found himself joining their group. It didn't take long for the other Hunters to earn a place in his heart. Young Zorai with her constant smile. The time he spent with her lying on the floor of the guild hall, unable to move from all the marshmallows they had eaten.

Her brother Valko, whom he enjoyed friendly competitions with over the smallest things. Who could climb the tree the highest? Who could skip a rock the most times over the lake? Who could make the Guildmarm blush the brightest? Their competitions often ended in Noraxia separating them. How such a small lady managed to budge all eight fulms of Azranahr was anyone's guess.

The other hunters, Izrikairin and T'rau, with whom he learned the ropes of hunting from, and if ever asked, would have said that they were the best teachers he could have had.

Would have said, if most of this hadn't become yet one of the many gaps in his memory.

₪ The Accident

A stormy night on the beach was the perfect night for Azranahr and Valko to have one of their many sparring matches. As usual they threw they're all into it. On many occasions, one or both would return with some minor injury, and that night seemed no different.

Azranahr can never fully recall the events of that night. He remembers the match beginning. He remembers Valko taunting him as he usually did. He remembers looking down the shaft of his lance and finding it embedded in Valko's heart. He remembers the fire around them. He remembers Zorai crying.

He isn't certain he actually want's to remember.

₪ Flight from Minegard

That same night, after fleeing that awful scene, Azranahr gathered his things and set off for the nearest dock to take him as far from that place as possible. Yet Zorai was waitig for him. There was no anger in her eyes, only sadness and tears. He expected a blow, but instead received the wooden flute that she would play every day. And like the coward he knew himself to be, he turned and fled.

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