06/17/05

Nazeer Narinian

Elven Scout

Nazeer grew up in the little village of Samsara with Phylinius and Buulgath. The three were great friends during their childhoods, and spent most of their time together. However, Nazeer was always more distant from the other two, and from the world in general. He shepherded his parent's flock as he grew up, which gave him a great deal of time to himself.

When the Therans attacked the village, he was taken under the wing of Gram Sawtooth, a legendary Scout and one of the last remaining members of The Crimson Sash. He has since advanced to the Sixth Circle as a Scout Adept. Among those who have heard of him, he is known as a man without fear, and a Name-giver who meets life head on.

When the Horror Hash-aa-gik returned to Throal to have revenge against the Samsarans, he targeted Nazeer first. Nazeer had dealt Hash-aa-gik a killing blow the last time they had met, and the Horror was determined to make him suffer for it. However, Nazeer was unwilling to fall for his evil tricks, and threw himself and the Horror together out a 6th floor window. Hash-aa-gik survived the fall, Nazeer did not.

Phylinius returned him to the fields of Samsara, to cremate him there and prevent his body from becoming a tool of the Horrors.  His funeral was attended by many dignitaries from across Barsaive, including Throal, Cara Fahd, Jerris, Urupa, Haven and a few hidden emissaries from Twiceborn's Court in Vivane. He was mourned by all who knew him, and his memory was celebrated with a grand service. Valaria personally fired the Flame Arrow that lit his pyre, and his body was committed to the Passions.

A month later, he woke up in a field in southwestern Barsaive. He remembered falling out of the window, clutching the bellowing Horror, but nothing else. As he sat there, looking at the world around him, he realized with a rush that he could clearly see the Astral imprints of everything around him, in the same fashion that Windlings do. He could find nothing to explain this ability. He wandered a bit, foraging in the wild for food, clothes and shelter, and finally made his way back to Throal and rejoined his friends, who were extremely surprised to see him (to say the least.) He has confirmed that he is not Horror marked, but the mystery of his resurrection has not been satisfactorily explained yet.

Nazeer is an average height for an elf, with a thin, muscular build. His hair is black with red tips, and is cut short and shaggy. He dresses in muted earth tones, with a mix of padded leather armor and hardened leather greaves and bracers. His twin swords are carried on his hips, and his Elven Warbow is unstrung across his pack. Dangling from the hilt of his broadsword is a variety of trophies, including quickrazor claws, fire eagle feathers, and a a few silver coins. If you were to meet Nazeer on the street, you would immediately think he was an adventurer of sorts, albeit perhaps a friendly one.

Nazeer's LiveJournal

Nazeer's Theme Songs:

Zamfir - The Lonely Shepherd

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