Junior Scholar Azariah Devrien
A look of fury, a look of pain, a look of hatred you can trust. A smile can hide anything.
Description: Cold, regal, fierce. All those are words that can describe the way that she carries herself. But that is just the surface, and usually the facade that is presented when she is keeping her real emotions inside. When she relaxes, her features soften, a smile comes more easily to her lips, and amusement dances in her dark obsidian eyes. The structure of her face is strong-boned, with high cheeks and dark brows over dark eyes and skin that is dusky and warm in tone. Long black hair is usually free of any bindings but for a few braids that are scattered through-out the wavy locks.
Personality: Thoughtful and careful with words more often than not, as if waiting for the just the right moment for her voice to have the most impact. Azariah can shift easily between warmth and congeniality to cool aloofness and then back again, when it suits her. She embodies patience, rather than hesitation, often choosing not to act on a desire until she deigns it the ideal time, but once that time arrives she moves with a swiftness so as to not let it go to waste. Once she's warmed up to someone, some of that tends to fade away, and she shows a vivid and bright sense of humor, and an easy laugh that seems to suggest they and her are sharing in some unknown secret.
Background: As Azariah grew up, she spent most of her time with her younger brother, Rivek, and some of the other children their age in the Thalerith kinship, outside of the gaze of their parents or other authority, the two often gone for days on some outing or another. What time wasn't spent that way, was often playing hooky from her instructors to pick up what bits of magic, or sword play from whoever she could connive and annoy into teaching it to her.
When her parents and youngest brother disappeared, she was already almost an adult but her aunt Deanna still took her in, and gave her a place. Only now, her 'trouble making' often had an official flavor to it as she worked at what tasks were considered needful for the family.
Still young, she is still learning, but has often been tasked with various things by her aunt, not all seem to have a purpose that Azariah might understand, but she's long since learned to not question why she is told to do what she does. If anyone asked her, however, if she had life long goals, so far she either does not have any, or does not seem to see much of the point in answering the question.