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==Appearance==
 
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You see Prophetic Warrior Aerathor, Infiltration Specialist of the Monks, a Human.
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You are Weapon Master Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Astral Guardian of Elanthia, a Human.
 
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An austere uaro's'sugi of unadorned black Musparan silk is folded to obscure Aerathor's face, hiding all but a narrow strip of tanned skin around his eyes.
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Aerathor has an oval face, pointed ears and deep-set blue-grey eyes.  His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.
 
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He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build.   
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He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build.   
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He appears young.
 
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He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent, a gleaming haralun quarterstaff, a leather weapon harness with polished brass buckles and fittings, a black leather naphtha holder with vial slots stitched to the sides and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax
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He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax
 
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==Family==
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==History==
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<br> The Beginning
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  After being orphaned near the end of the [[Sorrow War]] at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]] relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from [[Qi'Reshalia]]. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the [[Oshu'mary]] he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.
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<br> The Path
  
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  As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching  and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.
  
After being orphaned during the [[Sorrow War]], Aerathor spent his time living as a vagabond on the streets of [[The Crossing]].
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"That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself". Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces.  
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It was during this tumultuous time that he chose to become a monk of the crystal hand and seek tutelage from the moon mages.  
 
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After growing up barely scraping by and nearly always hungry, Aerathor has developed a deep empathy for the lost children of Elanthia and strives to make the streets and world a safer place for those growing up without a home or family.
 
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This often times places Aerathor at odds against those who would victimize the weak or who simply take pleasure from the misfortune of others. He has chosen several mentors including Tiv, Lomtaun and [[Aaoskar]] to mold himself after.
 
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==Recent History==
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  Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. "These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice." The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. "The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand." Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.
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As an adult his lineage was traced back to the [[Vas'Waerd]] family on his fathers side and the [[Moonbender]] family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the [[Seord Mir]] he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.
  
 
==Notes==
 
==Notes==
*Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war.
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*Has mixed Human and Elvish heritage.
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*Spent the majority of his life on [[Ratha]] and the other islands of [[Qi'Reshalia]] training his mind and body in the arts of war and serving the Order of the Iron Circle.
 
*Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.
 
*Joined the [[Monks of the Crystal Hand]] at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.
*Is more ascetic than many monks due to never being accustomed to luxury or wealth.
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*Enjoy's [[Oshu'mary]] tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.
*Owns few possessions outside of equipment and has no desire to.
 
*Eats primarily bread and ale, rarely sleeps at inns.
 
*Enjoy's Oshu'mary tea and smoking and they are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.
 
 
*Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.
 
*Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.
*Philosophy and meditation have led Aerathor to a more spiritual existence.
 
 
*Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.
 
*Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.
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*Bonded to [[Avelia]]
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*Joined the [[Heritage House]] recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild but is a Monk at heart.
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*Feels [[Astral Travel]] is being abused as well as the breaching of the [[plane of probability]] to fuel moon mage predictions.
  
==Out of Character==
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[[Category:Player Heritage House]]
 
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[[Category:Player Characters]]
[[Category:Player Monks of the Crystal Hand]]
 

Latest revision as of 22:00, 21 November 2018


Aerathor
Status
Race Human
Gender Male
Guild Moon Mage
Instance Prime


Appearance

(Normal)


You are Weapon Master Aerathor Vas'Waerd, Astral Guardian of Elanthia, a Human.
Aerathor has an oval face, pointed ears and deep-set blue-grey eyes. His golden brown hair is short and thick, and is worn in a careless, windblown arrangement. He has tanned skin.
He is very tall for a Human. He has a lean build. He appears young.

He is wearing a flowing martial artist's headband embroidered with a blazing sun, a flowing martial artist's robe embroidered with a golden scaled serpent and some battered leather sandals with frayed straps splattered by melted candle wax

History


The Beginning


 After being orphaned near the end of the Sorrow War at the age of 7, Aerathor spent his early years living as a vagabond on the streets of The Crossing relying on stealth and his wits. Having no ties left to his family to reach out to he was an easy target for gang recruitment. His age and skills made him ideal for running illegal goods in and out of the city after they had been smuggled in from Qi'Reshalia. His reward for a successful shipment brought in from the docks safely was usually a small taste of tea made from the Oshu'mary he regularly delivered into the heart of the city, and perhaps enough Kronar to buy food and drink for a few days. The coin always ran out fast however and the winter months were especially hard when the shipyard traffic slowed. It was on a cold winter night that a simple act of kindness changed his life forever and put him onto a new path.


The Path

  As hey lay sleeping on the cold streets, shivering without blankets or shelter, a monk passing by laid something upon him bringing him warmth and protecting him from the chilling winds. In the morning when he woke to find himself wrapped in a cloak bearing a crystal hand wrapped around an amber jewel and not knowing where it came from he placed the cloak on his shoulders thankful for the good fortune. After stretching  and rubbing his eyes he realized he was lost on the outskirts of town. The familiar pangs of hunger set in and bid him to begin walking in search of a bread cart. It wasn't long however before his newfound garment attracted unwanted attention. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement and before he could react, he was quickly surrounded by several sleazy looking louts who had been in the area looking for an easy mark. One of them, most likely the leader stepped forward to speak.
"That is quite the fancy cloak for a pick snapper like yourself". Laughter echoed across the street as the group began to advance with weapons drawn. Looking around Aerathor realized he had nowhere to flee. As his eyes darted about for a place to hide or escape to, he heard the soft clatter of a dagger dropping to the pavement followed by a hollow thud as the leader of the group collapsed unconscious. If not for the steady sound of his breathing the sudden silence would have been complete. Anticipation hung in the air of the narrow street until a shadowy figure suddenly materialized beside the remainder of the group. Before they could react decisive strikes left them crippled and broken on the ground. As the leader stirred into consciousness a deathly silent circle of light spun into being, whirling and bristling with glistening spines until coalescing into a dark crystalline spike. The spike crackled with a shimmering light before discharging an undulating blast towards the sleazy lout. The blast most likely stopped its heart, since it was laying on the ground in a dozen burning pieces. 
 Still in shock but thankful for the rescue Aerathor stared in awe at the wizened monk standing before him. "These poor fools never had a chance, they began down the wrong path early on. You too will have to make a choice." The monks calm voice carried confidence and sincerity with it. Something about his presence was reassuring and comforting. "The path I can set you upon will not be easy, but it will be worth it. Come now with me child, and I will see you learn the ways of the Crystal Hand." Without waiting for a response the monk silently turned and walked slowly towards the observatory rising over the middens in the distance. A cold wind picked up and Aerathor realized the monk was wearing no cloak. Still hungry but no longer lost he followed.


As an adult his lineage was traced back to the Vas'Waerd family on his fathers side and the Moonbender family on his mothers. After discovering many lost weapon forms originating from the Seord Mir he has taken his fathers name and begun training to renew his family legacy.

Notes

  • Has mixed Human and Elvish heritage.
  • Spent the majority of his life on Ratha and the other islands of Qi'Reshalia training his mind and body in the arts of war and serving the Order of the Iron Circle.
  • Joined the Monks of the Crystal Hand at an early age, rose to an Ascetic by age 19.
  • Enjoy's Oshu'mary tea and smoking. They are two of the three luxuries he allows himself on a regular basis. The third is a hot bath.
  • Is seeking answers to the strange recent events surrounding Tiv and the connection that may exist to the Arbiter.
  • Believes in the existence of a nameless creative force that is responsible for all life and awareness in existence in all the various planes.
  • Bonded to Avelia
  • Joined the Heritage House recently in an effort to help re unify the Moon Mage Guild but is a Monk at heart.
  • Feels Astral Travel is being abused as well as the breaching of the plane of probability to fuel moon mage predictions.