Surya Asmareva
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╫Main Information╫
Full Name: Surya
Bloodline:Sylph
Age: 29
Gender: male
Nation:Sol Solis
Land: Kaeheer
Title: Head of the Sylph Temple Keisaya, Brother, Magistrius
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╫Equipment Information:╫
Weapons: None
Armor: None
Clothing: Normally a simple set of Sherwani in ivory, dark blue, and brown, with matching leggings and slippers.
What else do they have on their person?: Typically he doesn't have a change purse, since he rarely leaves the temple.
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╫Fighting Style╫
He has none. Unless you talk about fighting disease, hunger, and poisons. If that is the case, then he is as aggressive against those as fighters are against their opponents. Though he plays for equally, if not more important stakes.
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╫Character Description╫
Personality: Kind, considerate, compassionate about his work, slight stern, strong voiced and slightly absentminded are all words often used to describe Surya. However while he will admit to being kind and considerate. The others he would like to amend. He is more driven than compassionate, far too stern, and as for his voice. Well he wish it was stronger. Probably the only thing he won't truly amend is the absented mindedness, since it better than being sleep deprived.
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 165
Eye Color: Deep Blue-green
Hair Color: Black
Talents: He can knit and he can sew. That is it.
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╫Background Information╫
Most sylph get to grow up in calm, almost sedate households where warmth and love flow like water down a waterfall. Surya did not, that is to say the least. His father seemed more like an Atheral, than a Sylph and when Surya cares to look back at his life, he still wonders. Yet there is no doubt who he is, thus there is little for his father who slept with basically anything that could walk and say yes (in or out of bed). He got to live in shanty house on the edge of what to him seem like an abyss, while he fought to keep normalcy his code. Yet, even though he hates to admit it, a small part drives for the touches his father enjoyed. He would watch sometime, envious of the joy his father found, but something always held him back and then he learned what that something was.
Fear can drive even grown men to cry, Surya has seen it and felt it. It was the first and probably his last sexual experience. It started as his father's jokem but end with nightmares that would follow him to his adult hood. Left alone and bleeding,sobbing into a pool of his own blood and stuff. He prayed for mercy from Maegira and the gods. He prayed for death to come and take him from his pain. Neither happened, not really. He was found there by slaver who with clever minds had captured an old Sylph. It was he who healed Surya's torn 8 year old body and introduced him to his gift of healing. The only thing to sour his mood, was the fact they were bound slaves heading for the border of the Kaeheer to the Snow lands. the long marches, and poor sleeping conditions were terrible, yet each day the older Sylph taught the younger and for those brief moments Surya had hope.
This, however, was only a temporary issue. For hope is rarely ever baseless in these types of stories. For just insight of the border was a band of warrior order out to pick up a lost friend of the Ruler. For it turned out that the Older Sylph was the head of the Sylph temple. For the next 20 years, Surya trained under Magistria Bethari first as a novice, then as an aid, and finally become a full brother of the temple. Which of course explains why he is at the point that he is today.
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