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Name: Raziel Venmyr
Age: 34
Position: Raziel Venmyr, His Grace the Duke of Borea
Family:
Ilyich Venmyr, brother (presumed dead)
Khallos Venmyr, half-brother
Biography:
Raziel was born one of two twins to a poor peasant Mother. One twin was born fair and proud, the other a pale, sickly and thin fellow. Their father worked as a Lumberjack in a southern Shipyard, whilst their mother was a seamstress, providing clothing for the nearby settlements. However, in a horrific Pirate raid on the shipyard, their father was killed whilst defending the shores. His mothers meagre earnings could not satisfy the needs of three mouths, and with no way of raising enough money, the mother faced a heart-wrenching decision.
Soon after, young Ilyich, the pale young child, was left abandoned on the Cathedral doorstep, where she knew that he would be looked after.
However, Brigid evidently favoured Raziel, and his mother ran into a rich merchant who, enchanted by her beauty, married her and ensured Raziel’s future.
His mother soon bore the Merchant a child, Raziel’s half-brother, Khallos.
He grew up to be a fair and strong lad, restless and always getting into trouble with the local authorities. Raziel soon caught the eye of a local man. He had served in the King’s army for many years, and had supposedly even been a Militia Captain at one point. Sensing the young boy’s longing for action and the chance to enact some revenge upon the cutthroats who had taken his father’s life, he offered him the chance to train with him high up in the snowy mountains. It was an honour to which Raziel gladly obliged.
He was schooled in many verses of Warfare; the blade, ranged weaponry, tactics and, strangely, the intricate art of politics; as to how the old warrior knew of this school of thought is unknown. However, Raziel found out he harboured a particular distaste for magicks of any kind.
On his Eighteenth birthday, the venerable Warrior deemed it time to release Raziel and allow him to join the local militia. Plucking up his courage, he trekked until he came to a small town by the name of Torub. He walked into the Barracks and enrolled among the militia as a Swordsman, swearing himself in and vowing to serve Dustari in the name of King Charles.
Prowess and Knowledge shone throughout his career, and the old man had taught him well. He immediately saw action in the Battle of Rogesby, where he successfully helped fight the Samurai that had dared oppose his country. He quickly accelerated up the ranks, becoming a Knight in no-time, until he got his first taste of command when he was promoted to becoming one of the two residing Military Captains. He successfully protected his assigned town of Torub from many attacks, many times fighting side by side with the Prince Larrien himself, each saving each others lives many times over. The news of the death of King Charles did not come as such a blow to Raziel, and this was soon forgotten when his old friend Larrien took up the throne. Raziel was immediately appointed as his Champion, and this is the position where he led his first assault on the Pirates that had for so long plagued them, and using the tactics he learnt well in a lightning assault, crushed the Pirate outpost on the crescent shaped island to the east. Unfortunately, a dark blot was to appear which would forever darken his radiance. Upon searching the outpost, his band of men found three ragged looking families; doubtlessly those of the Pirate scum that had been vanquished. Mercilessly he order every single one of them, woman and child, to be slaughtered, even decapitating the first victim himself.
Always he craved power, and this came to a peak when, in the reigns of the later rulers, he was made Duke of Borea and the lands thereinfor his acts over the years. After many years of continual fighting, Raziel grew weary of swordplay and now prefers to bandy with words rather than violence. He is wholly immersed in the game of Politics, and fancies himself as an important advisor for the current King, Padren Talisan.
As the patron of the now High Noble house of Venmyr, he governs with an iron grip, and his subjects are treated with disdain and barely contained malice. Over the years, the seed of evil within him has blossomed and the man is now almost pure evil, with a vicious temper. However, he easily hides this behind a façade of charm, civility and understated wit. He is flamboyant and boa****l, and hates for people to get the better of him.
Raziel wears a dark, formal military uniform with a peaked cap, sporting a silver winged skull motif. |