PLAYED BY: Jared Levine
CONTACT INFO: CaelCyndar@gmail.com, FancyCreb on Discord
CHARACTER NAME: Khanomzade Elazaros Ben-Miryanthe Ampeliel
GENDER: Man
PRONOUN(S): He/Him
CLASS: Rogue
AGE: 36, born 238
RACE: Human
HAIR: Brown
EYES: Blue
OCCUPATION: Once, the heir to the title and fortune of his mother, a wine baroness, if that could be considered a profession. Now, a wanderer, a dreamer, a lover?
KNOWN SKILLS: Recuperation, passing the time, sampling Mardrun’s delights.
BIRTHPLACE: Keramezion, an eyalet in southern May’kar
APPEARANCE: Elazaros has long silky hair kept in a luxurious ponytail, the style appropriate to a man of good stock.
RELATIONSHIPS:
- Khanom Miryanthe Ampeliel – Mother. Miryanthe was once Khanom of Keramezion. When she fled the May’kar Dominion, she took with her as much of her wealth and assets as she could, including seeds for the drought-resistant grapes that their eyalet was known for. In Mardrun her title has been replaced by ‘baroness’, though she still prefers the original version.
- Malachion – Servant. Deceased, killed during honor duel on Elazaros’s behalf.
- Dinora – Servant. Deceased, drowned while attempting to ford the Yurnai.
- Nessaia – Servant. Deceased, crushed by giant boulder.
- Danilos – Servant. Deceased, killed by a Mordok.
- Glorga – Lover? A mysterious and beautiful Mordok woman that Elazaros met during his travels, when she attacked his caravan (see ‘Danilos’). She seemingly spared him, clearly because of their great mutual love and attraction. He is driven by the sole desire to find her once more so that they can be united. He’s pretty sure someone said ‘Glorga’ to her at one point, so that must be her name.
- Imrick Oakenbrow – Employer. Imrick has obviously seen great potential in Elazaros and has hired him to tend bar, something only someone of his great skill and pedigree could do.
RUMORS: Some would describe Elazaros as ‘lazy’, ‘foolhardy’, ‘self-important’ and even ‘destitute’, but clearly those people have never met him, as he is an extremely interesting and humble person.
BIO / BACKGROUND HISTORY: The following is a letter, which has miraculously managed to make it to Newhope, having barely managed to survive the journey in one piece.
“Dear Mumsy,
It is I, your beloved eldest son, Elazaros. By the time you are receiving this letter, it will have been one full year since I have left home. I do not know if you have noticed my absence, you are so busy with your work, and I did not want to bother you as I left. I took only the bare essentials- nothing but the clothes on my back, and several additional sets in my luggage, which of course was carried by four of our finest servants (may their souls rest in peace).
The journey has been difficult. It wasn’t at first, but after Malachion was tragically and unavoidably killed defending my honor after a slight cultural misunderstanding that was blown way out of proportion (by the Ulven, I assure you), I was forced to walk, as everyone knows that a palanquin requires four servants to carry it, and three will simply not do. Once I was forced to walk, things got significantly harder. For one, my feet began to hurt!
Ah, but I have gotten ahead of myself. You must be wondering why I have left, and renounced my inheritance to your title. (oh, by the way, I renounce my inheritance to your title. Sorry!) As you may remember, I have always loved board games. On Faedrun, we had such lovely sets gathered from across the continent. I will never forget the kindness you showed me on my eighth birthday, acquiring the very Matraquer board used to bludgeon Margrave Thuriel to death. I still have the tooth that fell out of the bottom of the board when we first played upon it. Right. As I was saying, now that we have been living on Mardrun, surrounded by all these interesting Ulven peoples, I wished to see what sort of games they’ve made for themselves.
Unfortunately, I have seen a great deal of misfortune along the way. After Malachion’s death, I traveled north, and we found ourselves at a great river. I had heard stories of the Clan that lived across it, and so we decided to ford across. Dinora was tasked with the great duty of carrying all of the silver (oh I forgot to mention, I took a teeny amount of silver to keep myself afloat, only a few pounds of coins) across. As we were almost to the opposite shore, we were accosted by brigands! They threatened us with their swords and axes. I bravely ordered a retreat, and the three of us made it safely back to the other shore. I say three, of course, because sweet Dinora was not with us. It appeared that, weighed down by the silver, she had stumbled into a slightly deep part of the river, and had drowned.
After the failed venture north, we decided to travel east, through an area I now understand is called ‘Night River’. I do not know what sort of river flows only during the night, but I’m glad we did not see it, because our footing was treacherous enough! We traveled along the river for a while, so that we would not get lost, but then it ended and we found ourselves in a terribly rocky region. We attempted to climb so that we might be able to better survey the area. It was very hard, so I got uppies from Nessaia and Danilos. After being raised up to what I thought was the perfect platform, the ground beneath me began to shift! I bravely leapt out of the way to safety, but poor Nessaia was completely squished, flatter than the coins that killed dutiful sweet Dinora. I will never forget her final words: “Oh no!”
Eventually, the two of us remaining made our way back down, and then we got very lost. Everything that I have described up until now happened in the first week. The following eleven months were, shall I say, an uneventful slog of the two of us in the woods, surviving through the combination of Danilos’s great experience as a hunter, cook, explorer, and naturalist, as well as my excellent leadership and ability to get a good night’s sleep even in stressful circumstances. I grew a beard! I think I will keep it.
However, soon my fate would be changed forever. In the deep woods, we encountered a group of Ulven, who were very kind and shared good food and good company with us. They were hunters from a nearby village- apparently we have been less than a day’s walk away from civilization for quite some time now! I do not know if Danilos found this quite as entertaining as I did, but I guess with my poet’s soul I just appreciate some good irony.
We began to set back off with them towards their village, but suddenly, it seemed we had more company! Some strange green fellows who spoke in a language I have never heard, and after all that time I spent learning the Ulven tongue! The hunters called them ‘Mordok’ and with them was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her tusks, they glistened. Her muscles, they swelled. Her skin, dewey, green, and scarred, like a cantaloupe. I was so enraptured by her appearance, that I hardly noticed as the others that traveled with her cut down our Ulven friends. And poor Danilos as well, who threw himself in the way of the woman’s blade, which she mistakenly swung at me!
And then, as she drew her sword from the quickly-cooling corpse of Danilos, with whom I have had many great foibles and adventures, we locked eyes. Her beautiful amber eyes bored holes into me, out of love, I assume. Moments took hours, and at the end of them, it was just me and the Mordok. One of the others said ‘Glorga’ to her, which I took to be her name, and the group of them departed. This was terrible! It forced Glorga to leave me, clearly against her will, and it left me with the duty of having to figure out what to do with all my dead friends.
Eventually I managed to find my way to the village, and I informed them of what had happened. They were somewhat rude to me after that, and sent me on my way. I decided to go looking for Glorga, who must be so distraught without me, and got lost again (I won’t bore you with the details but things were much harder without Danilos) and eventually found myself in a city owned by a group called the ‘Storm Yarls’. I have a job now! I charmed my way into a bar while evading some ne’er-do-wells called the ‘Ain Heryar’ (who are weirdly into wolves, might I add) and pretended to serve drinks to people, by putting various ingredients into a glass and pouring alcohol over them, which they seemed to like! One of those people liked me so much, he offered me a job, and that is how I have managed to afford to send you this letter.
Anyway, mumsy, being poor is hard. I have had to write very small letters, as I could only afford this one piece of paper. Could you perhaps send some silver back my way? Even a meager hundred coins or two would serve me quite well, I think. Oh, and speaking of serving, if you have any servants looking to see more of the world, I would be happy to take them off your hands!
Soon I will return to my search for Glorga. Though I know it will pain you so, I will not return home until she and I are together once more.
Hugs and kisses,
Khanomzade Elazaros Ben-Miryanthe Ampeliel AKA Your special baby boy”