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Aluwyyn

2026-09-07T23:13:31Z

EZATHIEL:

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'''CREED:'''

I do not let myself be bound by religious, political, racial, or cultural contentions; nor am I burdened by the weight of history or distracted by worry of the future, my focus being on the immediate and the needs of the citizens of the realm within each given moment, to whom I may offer assistance, as I am able. Though I may not agree with the life choices of others I respect their freedom to choose as they will, my only request from such ones being a mutual respect for my freedom to choose whom I will or will not minister to at any given moment. My loyalties are to my calling and my home but my caring goes out to all the peoples of the realm, my interaction with them being my greatest source of fulfillment. My ambitions lay within the framework of increasing my ability to serve others in a better capacity. My desired form of praise is for me to be recognized as an Elothean of honor, kindness, and respect and an empath who brings honor to the guild through exemplary ability and dedication to service.

Though I have no desire for fame, fortune or glory I recognize that there are great dangers in the realm and there are others with skill and reputation vastly greater than my own who often join together to confront and vanquish such threats; this motivates me to continually train, ply my craft, and seek out knowledge, to be made ready, in the hopes I am granted the incredible opportunity to join the ranks of such humble, brave, and willing defenders of the realm. I cannot come to the aid of everyone, every time, so I will allow myself to be content with the opportunities to help when I am able and willingly, humbly welcome the assistance of any and all who share my ideal of service.

On a lighter note, I love any month that does not have cold or snow; I love the sound of birds singing and the sight and smell of spring blossoms; I love laying out on a blanket, on a warm summer eve, just looking up and marveling at the heavens; I love the sound of a well-played instrument and the laughter of children; my favorite pastime is drinking tea in the company of friends or strangers or both, sharing good conversation ranging from simple banter, personal anecdotes on up to revelations of realm history and lore. I consider friendship the most precious of treasures and a favor more valuable than coins. I am not perfect nor do I strive to be; I believe when one falters it is important to try again though not necessarily immediately; an apology from the heart can go a long way to mending wounded spirits and rebuilding bonds. Finally, at the end of the day, all that really matters is that when you look into the nonmagical mirror and see yourself, are you gratified that you truly did your best to be true to yourself. For me that is knowing I did my best to be a positive, helping influence in the realm even if simply offering a smile and a kind word, when given the opportunity.

'''ON THE TOPIC OF RELIGION AND SPIRITUALITY:'''

Though I do not profess any devotion to any specific supernatural being, my deference to Hodierna expressed in helpful service being my only form of what could be loosely termed worship, I do believe in the need for some spiritual aspect for any sentient creature. For me, my ability to manifest the supernatural healing power bestowed on me by Hodierna is my first form of spiritual connection. My second source for spiritual connection comes from any time I am able to spend time out in nature. Over the years, within me has grown a deep appreciation of so many aspects of the natural world.

I however do not dismiss the importance of a structured belief in and worship of deities or other such beings. Religion and spirituality can be found together or independently. Many are those who feel the need to find comfort in the presumption that all that exists does so with purpose and all that happens is not completely governed by randomness and place responsibility for such 'order' at the feet of some form of a Supreme Being. I do not allow myself to be caught up in the often dissatisfying practice of trying to argue the justification of one belief system over another, considering the actions brought forth by one's spiritual or religious influence to be the truest representation of a religion's value, with me personally considering positive, helpful actions inherently bearing the greatest value.

'''DESCRIPTION:'''

You see Grewd Leknis Aluwyyn Isenion of the House of the Floating Reed, an Elothean.
He has an oval face, cold sapphire eyes and a classical nose. His strawberry hair is long and thick, and is worn arranged in an intricate Elven braid. He has tanned skin and an athletic build.
He is very tall for an Elothean.
A hand-shaped golden-hued diamond engraved with the Empaths' Guild crest rests on his forehead, just above his eyes.
He is an adult.
He has a tattoo of a brightly glowing unicorn prancing in the ocean surf on his neck.

He is wearing a dull glaes bracer bearing multiple mars and scratches, an Imperial damite ringmail hauberk, a damite mail balaclava with a reinforced design, some damite mail gloves with a reinforced design, a pair of black pants with shadow emerald buckles, a long-sleeved grey silk shirt, some stylish storm grey leather boots laced with pitch black onyx-hide cords, a forest green farandine mantle embroidered with silver ivy and a pair of polished silver zills engraved with a blackened sleeping fox.

'''PERSONAL HISTORY:'''

'''Entering The Realm'''

I was born on the 8th day of the 8th month of Skullcleaver the Dwarven Axe in the year of the Iron Toad, 396 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer, to Erymaal Isenion, a minor member of the House of of the Grey Storms, in the grand city of Shard. Sadly my mother died during my birth. The pain of my mother's death caused my father such a deep, abiding grief that he would not even allow for the mentioning of her. All that I knew of her, minimal at best, I came to know by way of the servants who attended me during my early years. Needless to say, I carried an inherent burden of guilt, made heavier and more pronounced by the fact that my father refused to even communicate or interact with me on any level. I presume my very presence reminding him of her just caused him too much pain.

Growing up in an Elothean House full of individuals who revered the power of the elements and the ability to harness them with intent to perform focused acts of destruction was difficult because it did not speak to my own gentle heart. This also served to deepen the divide between my father and I. I also found no appeal for the political intrigue which seemed to be practiced by so many of the Houses; I lacked any desire for personal gain or advancement. This potentially left me to be a possible vulnerability to my father, should someone deign to use me as leverage against him, though, by his display of a seemingly complete lack of interest in me, if I was to be 'taken', he may consider it a relief. Regardless, the issue became a non-issue when at the age of 11 my father gathered my meager number of belongings and walked me over to the House of the Floating Reed. He handed me over to a kindly old empath by the name of Ellanna, looked at me one last time, turned and walked away. It was the last time I ever saw him.

'''In The House of the Floating Reed'''

It did not take me long to embrace my new House, their creed of acceptance of all appealing to my own natural openness; it was a relief from the stiff, almost oppressive tension of my previous House. My duties were simple and afforded me the opportunity to be in the presence of and observe people of many skills and callings. I found I had an affinity for certain crafts and soon became an accomplished repairer of metal and tailored armors and weapons, along with several other small skillsets. My most enjoyable pastime though was to sit and listen to the stories Ellanna told. Her knowledge of historical and cultural lore was amazing and I found myself wiling away hours, captivated by them. It was during one of her explanations of the gods, specifically on the topic of Hodierna, that a spark was ignited in me. I levied question after question at her about her own beliefs and what inspired her to become an empath and thankfully, my heart was filled with a burning desire to devote to myself to Hodierna and take up the mantle of servant, and become an empath as well. With stalwart patience, Ellanna spent the hour upon hour, days and weeks and months, sharing and showing all she knew, to lay within me the foundation I would need to ply my craft as a competent Empath.

'''Crossing Bound'''

It took a full year before I felt ready to make a formal commitment. I asked Ellanna what the next step was and she said simply, 'Ask her.' I was a bit perplexed at first then it dawned on me to head to the Temple in Crossing and approach the goddess' altar. I asked Ellanna to come with me but she just flashed a knowing smile and said it was between me and the Mistress of Life. The travel to Crossing seemed to take a lifetime. Upon arriving I made my way to lodging, bathed, dressed myself in a plain white robe. When I arrived at the temple gate I explained my intentions to a kindly monk who then escorted me through the labyrinth which was the Temple. He took out from a small satchel a wooden bead carved in the shape of a unicorn and handed it to me with a knowing smile. He offered to stay in order to escort me back and after thanking him, I turned, took a moment to breathe and passed through the ash arch into the sacred alcove. I shuddered as I passed the altar to Asketi, quickly making my way further into the end of the worship place, to the altar proper. For several protracted moments I stood there impressed by the beauty of the altar room, with its crystalline dome and impressive alabaster statue. Shaking off my awe I placed the bead on the altar and simply sat there for a good two anlaen just listening and waiting, hearing only my own heartbeat.

Finally I simply looked up towards the Heavens beyond the crystal dome and poured my heart out to her...everything. The lack of a fatherly bond, the death of my mother, and my gratitude for Ellanna and my burning desire to be a healer in a realm that could cause harm in so many ways; of my desire to be a defender of the weak and innocent and comforter to the mournful. I begged her to bless me, empower me, and in return I would devote my life to representing her name in dutiful service to the peoples of the realm. As I prayed tears restrained during my youthful years flowed causing my exhortations to turn into sobs. Suddenly there was a blinding light and a sensation like electricity went throughout my body and I collapsed unconscious. When I awoke I knew not the hour but as I stood I noticed the bead was gone. Straightening out my robe I proceeded out of the altar room and back out into the hallway. I was completely surprised to find the monk still there, sitting on the floor, worrying a wristlet of various prayer beads. He looked up at me and smiled as he stood. I asked him how long I had been there he merely said, 'Long enough'. A bit perplexed I followed him back out to the main gate at which point he offered me one last word which was to seek out Salvur Siksa, Guildmaster of the Crossing empath guild.

'''Meeting the Guildmaster'''

I made my way back to my room at the inn, redressed and made my way to the empath guild. I inquired as to his location and was directed to an open door. I approached the door, knocked, at which point a gruff voice bade me come in. After a brief introduction I explained my intentions and what had happened after. For what seemed an eternity he stared at me, almost right through me before laying a hand upon my hand, closing his eyes, pausing a few moments, and nodding slightly giving a knowing grunt. Seemingly satisfied by something of which I was unaware, he bade me sit on a chair and for the next three anlaen proceeded to lecture me on the guild, teaching and testing me with a couple of spells before sending me out of his office with a list of required training to accomplish and, oh, the suggestion to also seek out a guild brother or sister of greater expertise to help me begin my training. Instead I made the slow journey back to Shard in order to tell the news to Ellanna only to arrive to receive sad news of her passing. However before her passing she shared a dream with all those gathered around her deathbed, simply saying, 'Tell Aluwyyn, I always knew She would choose him; as my light fades let yours shine ever brighter'. So when I was forty years old, this kindly old woman, who had unknowingly managed to fill the void of 'mother' within me, gave up her spirit to the gods.

'''Moving On'''

I stayed at the House of the Floating Reed for a time after Ellanna's death, providing meager service to the few who were in need of the supernatural healing or alchemical ministering I could provide. But my time there only continued to remind me of the sadness at the loss of Ellanna. So, on the 14th day of the month of Akroeg the Ram, 112 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer, I packed up, visited Ellanna's resting place and after a deep breath set out northward for Crossing. After presenting my self to Salvur, guildmaster of the Crossing Empath Guild, and becoming officially interned there, I spent the first two years of my service there focused strictly on learning from the experts who often presented themselves in the courtyard to teach the finer points of empathic healing. I have to admit, I was very nervous, near on to fearful, to even attempt taking upon myself the wounds of others. However my confidence grew with each successful attempt and before I knew it, six and a half years went by and I dare say I had proven myself to be a rather competent provider of empathic healing and first aid, among other support skills.

'''In Search of My Father'''

On the 22nd day of the 442nd year in the month of Shorka the Cobra I received word from the Office of Debt Collections that my father had outstanding debts but all attempts to locate him had failed and the officials requested my assistance. I returned to Shard, made my way to the House of the Grey Storm and requested assistance to gain access to my father's quarters, past the Guardian. I was filled with trepidation being so long since having been in the company of my father and having no pleasant memories of such. I stood before the door for several protracted moments before knocking. Repeated attempts also proved fruitless so on a whim I tried the door. Surprisingly it opened.

Again, I stood almost impotent for several moments before I found the courage to enter the dimly lit interior. The place smelled of dust and the only light source was some sort of stone, most likely magical, that let off enough light to read by, on a desk at the far wall. All the furniture had been covered with cloth as if my father had intended to leave with the intent of being away for some time. I stood over the desk and upon it was scattered maps, of a land, that at first I did not recognize along with several diaries with hastily scribbled notes. However, after some time reading the writings and analyzing the maps I realized they were of the lands of Albaria. I spent several hours reading, trying to decipher my father's seeming obsession with the topic of the land. His last entry in the last diary said, "If I am to learn anything of substance about the Leuthra I ''MUST'' go there." I surmised that he meant to Albaria.

I spent two complete days in the libraries of the House, the Great Tower, and the Libraries of Leth Deriel to learn as much as I could about the land and the race briefly mentioned by my father. Nothing substantial was provided to give me any understanding about my father's obsession so ultimately I decided that I would do the most daring thing I have ever done in my life...I would go to Albaria and try to find my father. My hopes were not high and it felt strange that I would feel this sort of obligation to a man who literally had nothing to do with me in my life, but, I think I was driven by curiosity as much as obligation or duty. Having come to a resolute decision I made my way to the officials at the Shard seat of power, informed them of my intentions and made preparations. So, on the 34th day of the month of Shorka the Cobra, in the year 442 I left to go find him, dead or alive.

'''Second Homecoming'''

On the 6th day of the month of Moliko the Balance, in the year 443, I returned from my quest to find my father. My returning to Shard filled my heart with such joy as to bring me near to weeping. Albaria proved to be an even more barren and miserable land than any ancient records could convey and if I never experienced cold or snow again it would be too soon. After settling myself into lodging I made my way to the Great Tower and the Office of Citizenship to file papers to have my father officially declared dead, giving the reason that all my efforts to locate him or even any sign he was alive came to no avail and I wished to begin the process of settling his affairs. The process would require an investigation and inquiry in which the House of the Grey Storm would need to participate and at which I would need to testify to my own actions taken. It took a week to finish the process and all things were put into order and my father was officially stricken from the records. It was discovered that he had at the First Bank of Ilithi a small inheritance from which I settled his debt to the state, banking the rest. The matter being settled, not surprisingly, I felt no loss; just a sense of closure. Finally, my recent time in Shard had rekindled my sense of 'home'. So I used some of my father's monetary boon to me to purchase a home on the Street of the Four Moons, using it as my base of operations for service to Shard and parts beyond and if I have things my way, I will never leave again.

'''In Memory of Ellanna'''

''Remember who you are and stay true to you. Be careful of the idea to make yourself MORE. Add to your abilities and capabilities strictly for the purpose of being better able to help others, more fully, and never to increase your own POWER.''
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Ezathiel

2026-09-01T19:39:29Z

EZATHIEL: /* Description */

{{Player character
| Player Name = Ezathiel [[Image:Ezathiel Karanea.png|thumb|alt=Ezzy|Ezzy]]|450px|Image: 450 pixels]]
| Status = a
| Race = Elothean
| Gender = Male
| Guild = Empath
| Instance = Prime
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==Description==
You see Ezathiel Karanea of the House of the Steel Dove, an Elothean. 

He has an oval face, slightly pointed ears, sullenly glowing blue-white eyes and a straight nose. His blue-black hair is shoulder length and straight, and is worn pulled up in a topknot. He has fair skin and a lean build. 

He is average height for an Elothean. 

A carved ruby cradled within a silver web rests on his forehead, just above his eyes. 

He is an adult. 

He has a long narrow mustache that droops to either side of the mouth on his upper lip and a long thin beard. 

He has a tattoo of a brightly glowing unicorn prancing in the ocean surf on his neck. 

He is in good shape. 

He is wearing a dust-covered agouti rat, a white-plumed captain's hat of fine black felt, a bright steel eyebrow ring with a small chain dangling a rainbow sapphire, a black silk tie with silver pinstripes, a deeply hooded silverweave cloak stitched with swirling platinum clouds, a tiny white dove charm, a Bone Mender "Off-duty" button, a storm-grey linen shirt with an upright collar, a shapeless pink squirrel adorned with tiny glass berries that is stuck to the upper arm, a snake charm, a silver and moonstone ring, a sophisticated tyrium wedding band with voilynes wrapped around a frost opal, an intricate blue gold shesegri ring interspersed with sirenstone beads, a light spidersilk hip pouch stitched with a dragon ouroboros, a light spidersilk hip pouch stitched with a dragon ouroboros, a little bone-white lunchbox painted with the portrait of Keogath, a little black lunchbox painted with the portrait of a Gnome, some dark grey linen trousers and some ankle-high grey leather boots with silver clasps. 
 
 

==My Story==

===As It Was Told to Me===
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As it has been told to me by my adoptive aunt, Glorina, my parents were very successful traders. Their business often carried them between Horse Clan, Shard, and Leth Deriel, and much of that work brought them into contact with the House of the Steel Dove.

It was there that they became fast friends with Glorina, an experienced Elothean Empath in service to the House. She would often watch over me while my parents were away on business.

I remember none of this myself. I know it only because she later told me the story.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Parents.png|thumb|200px|The Traders]]
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===The Journey From Which They Never Returned===
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When I was only eight months old, my parents departed on business in Leth Deriel.

They did not return when they were expected.

Concerned, Glorina contacted the Traders' Guild in Shard and asked that their disappearance be investigated. Their caravan was eventually discovered along the Southern Trade Route, ransacked and abandoned.

My parents were found dead beside it.

Bandits were believed responsible, but despite an intensive investigation by the Traders' Guild, no culprits were ever found. In time, the investigation ended and the books were closed.

Their estate was placed in trust for me until I came of age.

Glorina offered to adopt me.

And so the woman who had once watched over me in my parents' absence became the woman who raised me as her own.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Caravan.png|thumb|200px|The Southern Trade Route]]
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===A Son of the Steel Dove===
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I grew up within the House of the Steel Dove.

For a young Elothean boy, it was quite a place to learn about the world. The House was responsible for training Paladins and Barbarians, warriors who might one day be hand-picked by the Ferdahl to serve the interests of Ilithi and Shard.

I was hardly one of those warriors.

Instead, I spent my younger years performing whatever small duties were given to me. I cleaned. I polished armor. I helped where I was needed.

Most importantly, I watched.

I watched the discipline of the Paladins and the powerful codes of honor and service they lived by. I watched the Barbarians and their tremendous strength.

And slowly I began asking questions about where I belonged among all of it.

Around the age of fifteen, I began asking another question as well.

Why did I not look like the other Elothean boys around me?

That was when Glorina finally told me the truth of my parents, their deaths, and the life they had left behind for me.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Steel-Dove.png|thumb|200px|House of the Steel Dove]]
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===The Woman I Chose to Follow===
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Of all the influences surrounding me within the House, however, the one that affected me most was Glorina herself.

I watched her work as an Empath.

I watched her willingly take the wounds of others upon herself. I watched the remarkable magics granted through Hodierna. More than anything, I watched the tenderness with which Glorina treated those who came before her.

Race did not matter.

Creed did not matter.

Guild did not matter.

Someone was hurt, and she helped them.

The Paladins had shown me honor.

The Barbarians had shown me strength.

Glorina showed me compassion.

That was the path I wanted.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Glorina-Healing.png|thumb|200px|Glorina]]
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===A Prayer to Hodierna===
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Together, Glorina and I said a small prayer to Hodierna.

We asked that she lead me in the ways of an Empath and that she guide Glorina as she became my mentor.

And so it began.

There was a brief visitation in the night, one that left within me the first stirrings of the innate magic that would become part of my life.

What followed was not a single miraculous transformation but years of work.

Glorina taught me.

I studied.

I practiced.

I learned what it meant not merely to possess the abilities of an Empath, but to accept the responsibility that came with them.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Prayer.png|thumb|200px|A Prayer to Hodierna]]
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===Following the Empath's Path===
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The years of training beneath Glorina's guidance shaped me into the Elothean I would eventually become.

Once I had spent so much of my life watching her heal others.

In time, she began watching me.

I learned to take wounds upon myself. I learned the magics of my guild. I learned that kindness without action accomplishes very little, and that healing often asks something of the healer as well.

Through work and time, I began creating a life of my own.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Training.png|thumb|200px|Learning the Empath's Path]]
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===What My Parents Left Behind===
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When I came of age, the estate my parents had left in trust passed to me.

Among it was a home in Shard and a considerable amount of coin.

Material comfort cannot replace parents one never had the chance to know. Yet the passing years softened something in me.

There was work to be done.

There was a life to live.

And there was Glorina.

She had been such a good mother to me that eventually the sharpness of what I had lost gave way to gratitude for everything I had been given.

I could not change what happened on the Southern Trade Route.

I could decide what I would do with the life that remained.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Shard-Home.png|thumb|200px|Home in Shard]]
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===One Last Goodbye===
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There was to be one final great sadness.

Glorina lived to a ripe old age.

By then she had spent a lifetime healing others, serving the House of the Steel Dove, raising a child who had not been born to her, and guiding that child into an Empath in his own right.

She felt her work was complete.

In time, she gave her spirit to Urrem'tier.

And once again, I knew loneliness.

For a while there was simply an empty place where she had always been.

But I did not wallow.

Glorina would not have stood for that.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Glorina-Farewell.png|thumb|200px|Glorina's Farewell]]
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==Present==
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So I went to work.

I traveled throughout Ilithi, and Shard in particular, offering my skills as an Empath wherever they were needed.

That is more or less where you find me today.

I try to live with kindness, generosity, friendliness, and a willingness to help those around me. I try to serve something larger than my own self-interest.

I do not always succeed.

But I try.

When I heal another person, I carry something Glorina taught me.

When I serve Ilithi, I remember the House that raised me.

And when I travel the roads once walked by my parents, I remember two Traders whose journey ended before I ever had the chance to know them.

My life belongs to me now, but it was shaped by all of them.

My parents.

Glorina.

The House of the Steel Dove.

I hope that the way I live honors what each of them gave me.

And so my adventure continues.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Present.png|thumb|200px|Ezathiel Karanea]]
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==Milestones==

===Vows to Jolean===
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There are moments in a life that mark not where we have been, but whom we have chosen to walk beside.

In the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant, in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 455, I stood with Jolean, a Human Paladin of Crossing, and affirmed my vows before the gods.

After a childhood shaped by loss, I had learned that family is not always determined by blood. Sometimes it is given to us. Sometimes we find it.

And sometimes, we choose it.

'''You affirmed your vows to Jolean the Human Paladin of Crossing, before the gods in the 5th month of Uthmor the Giant in the year of the Silver Unicorn, 455.'''
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==House of the Steel Dove==
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'''House of the Steel Dove''' 
 
Ezathiel was raised within the House of the Steel Dove following the deaths of his parents and the decision of Glorina, an Empath in service to the House, to adopt him.

Although surrounded during his youth by the Paladins and Barbarians trained there, Ezathiel ultimately followed Glorina's path and became an Empath.

The House remains central to his identity, and he carries its lessons of honor, service, discipline, and responsibility into his work throughout Ilithi.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Steel-Dove-Emblem.png|thumb|200px|House of the Steel Dove]]
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==Immortal==
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'''Hodierna''' 
 
Ezathiel's path as an Empath began with a prayer shared with his adoptive mother and mentor, Glorina, asking Hodierna to guide him in the ways of healing.

Her influence remains closely tied to Ezathiel's understanding of compassion, healing, and service to others.
| style="width: 40%;" | [[File:Ezathiel-Hodierna.png|thumb|200px|Hodierna]]
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==Notable Possessions==
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'''White-Plumed Captain's Hat''' 
A fine black felt captain's hat decorated with a white plume has become one of Ezathiel's most recognizable pieces of attire. 
 

'''Forehead Ruby''' 
A carved ruby cradled within a delicate silver web rests above his eyes. 
 

'''Wedding Band''' 
Ezathiel wears a sophisticated tyrium wedding band with voilynes wrapped around a frost opal. 
 

'''The Lunchboxes''' 
For reasons perhaps best left unexplained, Ezathiel carries both a bone-white lunchbox painted with the portrait of Keogath and a black lunchbox painted with the portrait of a Gnome.
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Story by Ezzy, and artwork by Lexxa.