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Name: Azaryahu "Azra"
Age: 24
Sex/Gender: Male (He/Him)
Physical Description:
Hair ) Azra's hair is a striking shade of onyx black, absorbing light and exuding an almost ethereal quality. The sides are cut close, accentuating his sharp, angular features, while the top is left longer, around three inches in length. This longer hair often falls into his face in unruly strands, framing his intense gaze and lending him a brooding, enigmatic appearance.
Eyes) His eyes are a profound emerald green, their depths seemingly endless and capable of piercing through to one's very soul. These eyes possess a faint luminescence, creating an eerie effect of glowing in the dark and enhancing his mysterious allure.
Skin) Azra's skin is a rich tan, evidence of countless hours spent under the sun. His body serves as a canvas for intricate tattoos, each bearing its own story and significance. These tattoos span his chest, back, and arms, featuring designs that range from ancient symbols to complex patterns, weaving a vivid tapestry of his past and inner world.
Body Type) Azra possesses a lithe physique, characterized by sinewy, well-defined muscles. Despite the slight visibility of his ribs due to periods of scarcity, he maintains a healthy and robust appearance overall.
Height) Approximately 5'6"
Weight) 165lbs
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Azra grew up with a tale that had been passed down through his family for generations, a legacy whispered by his grandmother. It was a tale brimming with cunning pirates, restless spirits, and haunted ships. As a young boy, this narrative instilled in him a mixture of fear and awe, igniting a deep-seated desire to become a sailor. However, when he reached the age of enlistment, his dreams were shattered as the navy turned him down.
The disappointment of that rejection left an indelible mark on Azra's spirit. Even now, as he stares blankly ahead, he is haunted by the memory of that crushing day. His eyes, empty and unfocused, reflect the depth of his longing to once again witness the wonders of the open sea.
At the age of eighteen, driven by an unwavering resolve, Azra took destiny into his own hands. He assembled a motley crew—his steadfast best friend and a ragtag group of neighborhood boys, each yearning for adventure. With every coin he had painstakingly saved, he purchased a small vessel, transforming it into their home and their means to carve out a new life. They embarked on a journey from port to port, their presence soon becoming a whispered warning among seafarers.
Under Azra's daring leadership, his crew earned the title of the Dread Knots. Their reputation as ruthless marauders spread like wildfire, instilling fear in the hearts of those who sailed the same waters. As time passed, Azra's ambitions grew, his courage swelling to match the audacity of his dreams. He set his sights on an elusive prize—the Shadow, a ghost ship veiled in layers of myth and legend.
For nearly two relentless years, Azra and his crew scoured the oceans, driven by tales and half-whispered clues. When they finally encountered the Shadow, the moment was surreal. The seas were unnaturally still, and the ship lay adrift, abandoned and silent. It was a scene that defied the anticipation of a climactic battle.
Azra shakes his head, his sightless eyes closing as the memories flood back. He can still hear the blood-curdling screams of his crew, the gurgled sounds of them being dragged to a watery grave, and the searing agony in his eyes as his vision was cruelly snatched away. The grip on the rope in his hands tightens, the tactile task of tying knots grounding him in a semblance of normalcy. Though the ship no longer requires his labor, the routine is his lifeline, a means to stave off the creeping madness.
He lifts his head, the salty breeze and fine mist kissing his cheeks—a bittersweet reminder of the world he can no longer see. The sea, once a realm of endless possibilities, now holds a poignant mixture of loss and longing, one he wishes to discard.
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Name: Azaryahu "Azra"
Age: 24
Sex/Gender: Male (He/Him)
Physical Description:
Hair ) Azra's hair is a striking shade of onyx black, absorbing light and exuding an almost ethereal quality. The sides are cut close, accentuating his sharp, angular features, while the top is left longer, around three inches in length. This longer hair often falls into his face in unruly strands, framing his intense gaze and lending him a brooding, enigmatic appearance.
Eyes) His eyes are a profound emerald green, their depths seemingly endless and capable of piercing through to one's very soul. These eyes possess a faint luminescence, creating an eerie effect of glowing in the dark and enhancing his mysterious allure.
Skin) Azra's skin is a rich tan, evidence of countless hours spent under the sun. His body serves as a canvas for intricate tattoos, each bearing its own story and significance. These tattoos span his chest, back, and arms, featuring designs that range from ancient symbols to complex patterns, weaving a vivid tapestry of his past and inner world.
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Height) Approximately 5'6"
Weight) 165lbs
***
Azra grew up with a tale that had been passed down through his family for generations, a legacy whispered by his grandmother. It was a tale brimming with cunning pirates, restless spirits, and haunted ships. As a young boy, this narrative instilled in him a mixture of fear and awe, igniting a deep-seated desire to become a sailor. However, when he reached the age of enlistment, his dreams were shattered as the navy turned him down.
The disappointment of that rejection left an indelible mark on Azra's spirit. Even now, as he stares blankly ahead, he is haunted by the memory of that crushing day. His eyes, empty and unfocused, reflect the depth of his longing to once again witness the wonders of the open sea.
At the age of eighteen, driven by an unwavering resolve, Azra took destiny into his own hands. He assembled a motley crew—his steadfast best friend and a ragtag group of neighborhood boys, each yearning for adventure. With every coin he had painstakingly saved, he purchased a small vessel, transforming it into their home and their means to carve out a new life. They embarked on a journey from port to port, their presence soon becoming a whispered warning among seafarers.
Under Azra's daring leadership, his crew earned the title of the Dread Knots. Their reputation as ruthless marauders spread like wildfire, instilling fear in the hearts of those who sailed the same waters. As time passed, Azra's ambitions grew, his courage swelling to match the audacity of his dreams. He set his sights on an elusive prize—the Shadow, a ghost ship veiled in layers of myth and legend.
For nearly two relentless years, Azra and his crew scoured the oceans, driven by tales and half-whispered clues. When they finally encountered the Shadow, the moment was surreal. The seas were unnaturally still, and the ship lay adrift, abandoned and silent. It was a scene that defied the anticipation of a climactic battle.
Azra shakes his head, his sightless eyes closing as the memories flood back. He can still hear the blood-curdling screams of his crew, the gurgled sounds of them being dragged to a watery grave, and the searing agony in his eyes as his vision was cruelly snatched away. The grip on the rope in his hands tightens, the tactile task of tying knots grounding him in a semblance of normalcy. Though the ship no longer requires his labor, the routine is his lifeline, a means to stave off the creeping madness.
He lifts his head, the salty breeze and fine mist kissing his cheeks—a bittersweet reminder of the world he can no longer see. The sea, once a realm of endless possibilities, now holds a poignant mixture of loss and longing, one he wishes to discard.
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