Yazad
Race: Passive
Birthday: Bethas, 4th 2797
Age: 23
FC: None
Birthday: Bethas, 4th 2797
Age: 23
FC: None
Place of Origin: Florne, Bastia
Current Location: Brunnhold, Anaxas
Occupation: Servant
Player Name: Bahamutia
Current Location: Brunnhold, Anaxas
Occupation: Servant
Player Name: Bahamutia
Physical Description
At first glance, Yazad’s figure is that of one yet unblemished by mortal strife. At five feet and three inches in height, he is in no way a sight of physical grandeur. ‘Svelte’ would be a better term of description, if one decided to summarize the young man’s appearance in a single word. Besides the placid expression that he wears in his daily dealings, Yazad has another--the face of a hopeless optimist. The crown of lush, jaw-length silken hair the color of a moonless night sky frames a visage that barely changed since childhood. Akin to little jewels, his pale green eyes twinkle as gemstones would under direct light. One of keen observation would easily pick up the glint of suppressed expression somewhere beyond them. And like the breeze of the season of his birth, his voice is just as mellow.
If his fate was any different, those around the estranged galdor would no doubt make a comment about how he is -in appearance above anything else- his mother’s son. Indeed, he had inherited almost all of her prominent features, his only acquired bit of genes from his father being the color of his fair skin.
The nimble way Yazad carried himself indicates poise and agility that were acquired by reasons unknown. The dulcet lilt in which he speaks with was yet another addition to features that can only be traced back to someone who gained it by practice.
While not always in liberty to choose his own outfit, Yazad is entirely too particular about the details of his appearance. That, naturally, includes attention to the oddest nuances. No, it is not ‘all red’ to him. This is vermillion and that is maroon. If he were to choose his own attire, the young man is likely to go with whatever flatters his appearance the most. Under no circumstances will he wear anything orange if he can help it.
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Diablerie:
Splendor: Yazad’s diablerie is nothing if not a reflection of his deep-seated vanity. Upon activation, anyone with any level of sentience in a 30ft radius would experience an immediate and intense sense of absolute awe. So much so that it robs them of their clarity of mind for a short amount of time. Some would gaze at him, wide-eyed and unable to look away, with deep amusement, newfound admiration, or inexplicably crippling mesmerization. What one perceives Yazad as is directly influenced by what their existing impression of him is. The duration of this diablerie varies depending on the person’s mental resilience.
Splendor: Yazad’s diablerie is nothing if not a reflection of his deep-seated vanity. Upon activation, anyone with any level of sentience in a 30ft radius would experience an immediate and intense sense of absolute awe. So much so that it robs them of their clarity of mind for a short amount of time. Some would gaze at him, wide-eyed and unable to look away, with deep amusement, newfound admiration, or inexplicably crippling mesmerization. What one perceives Yazad as is directly influenced by what their existing impression of him is. The duration of this diablerie varies depending on the person’s mental resilience.
Personality
‘Eccentric’ might not be the most appropriate term to use, but it is definitely still applicable. Yazad is, for the most part, very much a spirit molded with patience. Little ever manages to bother the mild Passive, and even when things do get a bit too hard to handle, he is quick to face reality and aim for adaptation rather than wallow, for he firmly believes in fate, destiny, and things that are meant, or not meant to be. Like the blank canvas he is, the youth is always susceptible to soaking in the byproducts of his surroundings, to learn something new or try a fresh experience, and can be hardworking to the point that it might edge towards obsession. He has a soft spot for animals and younger children. The amiable and often smiling face he possesses belies an immense amount of fortitude, which has yet to be tested to its limit. Peace of heart comes naturally to the young man, in spite of his rather broken childhood. For no reason would he ever allow damage to befall his face if he can help it, as vanity runs strong and deep in him like roots would in fertile soil.
It can be the tribulations that he had faced as a child, it can be the living circumstances, it can be merely himself--but undoubtedly, there is a seed of subtle madness that exists quietly amid the brightness.
Candid: As genial and friendly as he can be, Yazad is never afraid to speak up his mind and say what he perceives to be right. This might be due to both his preference to be truthful rather than superficial. He is never shy to call things what they are. Assuming that he knows what they are. Lying and acting abilities are as non-existing as his capacity to hold a grudge.
Loyal: Even while being loving and attentive by nature, Yazad can only establish deep connections with a select few. When someone manages to earn his full trust and affection, he is the very image of faithfulness and dedication. There is nothing he would not do for a person he deems close, even at the expense of his own safety or comfort. This loyalty does not hinge on how ‘good’ or ‘bad’ a person is.
Reckless: Yazad has his moments of fury, but that is a very rare and uncommon occurrence. It is his nature to throw himself at things -proverbially speaking- with only little consideration of how dangerous, pointless, or painful they can be. He would rather put himself in the front than have someone else do that, even more so if the person in question is someone he considers important, be it out of personal affection or duty. Whether it is bravery that drives his behavior or simply foolishness born from his lack of life experience; that is hard to tell.
Unpredictable: The honeyed smile and mannerly attitude are always present when Yazad interacts with others. He has a tolerant and accepting heart and is always more than prepared to offer a helping hand to those who need it. But this is merely one part of him that is more public than the other, less demonstrated one. When someone he cares for is threatened, his demeanor changes drastically.
Ethics:
Black and white. Right and wrong. Light and dark, Life and death. The dichotomy of many a polarity existed as well within the majorly grey mind of Yazad, resulting in him discarding the established norms of what is to be considered ‘good’ or ‘bad’, in favor of going with the guidance of his own -somewhat skewed- moral compass. The youth would, if the need arises, slit a man’s throat with the nearest edge he can find, but would not allow himself to lie or steal. Priorities rule his functions, where he would remorselessly do whatever needs to be done for a goal he deems worthy enough. If faced with the decision between a bruise on the face, or a punch in the gut, he will no doubt choose the latter. Likewise, he would toil in labor tirelessly, all for the sake of mastery or driven by the burning need to perform at his best. Neither death nor pain scares him, but loss does.
Backstory
What are miracles if not the intricacies of fate that result in one being born?
Yazad is the product of an unlikely relationship between an unlikely couple. In a social setting where marriage was regarded as an expectation, an obligation, or simply the natural progression of an adult’s life, marrying out of love might be the lesser of many different motives to enter into matrimony. But it was nothing other than love that brought Achilleas Logarchon and Lulua Heydar together. An ambitious entrepreneur and the daughter of a master jewel crafter from Hessa, respectively.
Achilleas Logarchon, a man who inherited his own father’s fortune and staid working ethics, flourished in the exotic trade field, which gave him plenty of opportunities to travel and further establish his business, resulting in it expanding to further to other domains. It was during one of his trips to Hessa that he happened to meet the young woman who later became his wife and Yazad’s mother. Locals in Florne would recognize Achilleas Logarchon as a man of affluence; a reputation that was further bolstered by the various charity activities his mother, a well-known philanthropist, regularly took part in. While not majorly politically influential, they were certainly wealthy enough to ensure a life of luxurious comfort for themselves and their soon-to-arrive baby.
Yazad grew up with very loving and doting parents, who never really made their son feel like he was missing anything despite the lack of human interaction due to the expected overprotective behavior of parents who only have one son. As a young child, the boy was a bundle of energy and cheer, bounding around the lavish manor and enjoying his hours of being a pampered and coddled mother’s boy. The boy, although often up in his own head quite a bit, was nothing but intelligent and greatly excelled at most of the subjects he was taught. But it was not academic success that any galdor parent worried about when their child is barely below the age of ten and hardly showing any signs of magical aptitude. The lingering nervousness both parents felt was often dismissed as needless, for they knew -and hoped with all their hearts- that their beloved child was too good to be defective.
But, as it turned out, the boy was indeed defective.
For years to come, Yazad would remember the look of confused denial on his father’s face, and his mother’s flowing tears as the result of his initiation test were read by a somber man who was none too pleased to be the one breaking in the news to two entirely devastated parents. There were aggressive demands from his father to redo the test because it was clearly done wrong, there were wails from his mother who looked and acted more like a madwoman than the dignified lady Yazad knew her to be. Achilleas and Lulua loved their child no less even after the shocking declaration, but they knew very well that the law cares not for what someone feels or how their lives were about to be collectively destroyed.
It was not even a day later when Yazad found himself being shipped via carriage with a few belongings to an unknown destination. When the perplexed and fearful child asked his downcast parents when he will be brought back, his answer was a muffled sob from his father and a complete breakdown from his mother. A breakdown that he watched unfold with horrified eyes as the carriage moved away, taking him from the place that was his entire world up until now. For a while, the child alternated between quietly weeping and then telling himself off for weeping. Up until he was standing in a humble but clean room at the remote house of a relative he had never heard of before, he was fairly certain that he would be forgiven for being a rather awful spellcaster. At the tender age of ten, the ramifications of being a Passive child to galdor parents escaped his comprehension.
And so the days passed by in a painfully confusing haze. Sophronios Logarchon, the relative he was sent to, was a man two decades Yazad’s senior and apparently nothing like his cousin Achilleas. While Yazad’s father ardently followed the path of entrepreneurship and worldly luxuries, the more academically-inclined Sophronios wandered his empty house with a mind solely focused on his scientific theories rather than on what he considered to be ‘vapid’ things such as marrying, riches, or human interactions. It was this kind of behavior that, no doubt, made the man somewhat of an avoided hermit. To Yazad, the man who constantly seemed off in his own mental plane of existence all the time was hardly unpleasant, but it was very difficult to hold his attention for long. The Passive child was told in brief terms that he was to be Sophronios' servant from that day forth. It took Yazad a few days to fully register his situation. The confusion was mixed with disbelief and a small amount of terror.
What he did not really understand was ‘why?’.
Day in and day out, the boy was starting to learn what a life of servitude entailed, all while growing up to show an infinitely better proficiency in housework and conversational skills than he ever did with magic. Days had passed, followed by weeks then months. One year turned into thirteen in what seemed to be no time at all. The once spoiled child of love and luxury had turned into a courteous and diligent young man who never quite outgrew the refined taste for vanity that he inherited from his mother, among other things. In his years of service, in which his old life had faded to be nothing but a distant recollection, he had learned so much and understood so much. It was only now, many years after his parents had sent him away from their house in a mess of sobs and tears did he fully understand what it means to be a Passive.
But now he does, and he could not find it in his heart to hold a grudge or blame his parents for the choice they had made. It explains why he was made to forego his last name, as well.
And yet, according to what he heard about some of his fellow Passives, he is still considered to be very blessed with the fortune of not being tossed in the street like a discarded, unwanted object. His life of obligatory seclusion on the outskirts of Florne afforded him very little opportunity to see much of what happens in the world. Such conditions contributed to his rather diluted perception of what other Passives go through, and the extent to which the galdori seem to be making people of every other race suffer. But in 2719, that was bound to change as Sophronios seemed to have secured a teaching position that required moving to Brunnhold, Anaxas.
Whether or not his life in Anaxas is going to be any different than it was in Bastia remains to be seen.
Trivia:
- Yazad wore his hair long as a child, but he was made to cut it upon his relocation. The longer lock on the left side of his face was a testament to him being unable to completely sever the connection to who he was and what his life had been like. In adulthood, he maintains this look because he finds it both suitable for his busy lifestyle and flattering to his face. He still has the golden hair accessory he used to tie his hair as a child with.
- In his younger years, Yazad spent almost all of his time with his mother. It resulted in him picking up some of her singing and dancing skills, and eventually keeping them as she never told her dear boy off. While he cannot always spare time to indulge in it, he would dance when in his room if he can afford the time to. It is a common occurrence for Yazad to be humming and singing to himself while working in the kitchen.
- At first, he thought that Sophronios was a permanently grouchy, unfeeling science addict. Eventually, Yazad learned that the man is not nearly as bad as most people seem to assume he is. He was often left to his own devices when his services were not needed, and he is given a humble amount of money regularly by the man.
- He has an extreme love for fragrances, scents, and basically anything that smells good.
- Yazad is very directionally daft, and it takes him a while to memorize routes and surroundings.
- Does not do well with cold weather but can handle hot weather easily.
Aptitude Skills
Mental
Good
Good
Physical
Average
Average
Social
Poor
Poor
Focus Skills
Career and Income
Housing and Inventory
Goals
Current Goal:
To explore life beyond the scope of his small, sheltered world.
