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| - Called: Jazhara Used Name: Jazhara Antivar Born: Alix Lyssandren Current Age: 39, born 1 Hammer, 1352 Attitude: Reserved to the point of paranoia, she tends to listen rather than speak. Often hanging on the edges of groups to study people, she rarely trusts others. Even among those few she does trust, she is rarely open with her thoughts and emotions. She has a long memory and tends to hold onto grudges until they die of old age...and then will celebrate on the grave. Appearance: Always small and slender, she has lost enough weight to almost pass as an elf. Elven heritage somewhere in her back ground shows in the delicately prominent bone structure which gives her dark face a gamine look. Her black hair frequently falls around her face in untended elf-locks. Large purple eyes which have recently taken on a gem-like quality dominate her face. The eyes and face are frequently shuttered, hiding her emotions and reactions to the world around her. Appearance, Part II (Equipment Worn): Though her clothing varies based on her mood, it always covers her body completely, leaving no hint of skin exposed. Generally fond of dark quiet colors, her clothes are usually well-tailored and in good taste. A helmet or deeply cowled hood shields her face. When she wears the hood, she also keeps an illusion in front of her face which deepens the natural shadow cast by the hood into impenetrable darkness. A few ridges under her gloves indicate ringed fingers, but beyond that, any jewelry is difficult to discern. Religious Dogmas: Everything is interconnected and cyclical. Water always triumphs, for earth dissolves through water, fire is extinguished even by steam, and air becomes clouds and then rain, completing the eternal cycle. The Water Lord is the great equalizer and leveler of the elements, acknowledging change but holding to his essential nature. Do not try to be what you are not; rather, excel at what you are and carry this message of personal excellence to the world. Be flexible but not unreasonable. As the rains flow down to the ocean in the folds of earth and not up mountains, so do the truths of Istishia spread throughout the land through their natural routes, not through rank force. The mysteries of life are to be enjoyed and puzzled over, but realize that some answers do not come in this world, but rather in the next. Realize that the cycles of life are mirrored by the cycles of fate; be prepared to pay the price or reap the reward for the actions of your past or your future. Life is a series of mysteries whose secrets are veiled by the Luminous Cloud. As the spirit transcends its mortal bounds and new mysteries are uncovered, a higher form is achieved and the cycle of life continues. Through contemplation and meditation, communion with the Lady of Dreams is achieved. Through dreams, visions, and omens revealed in sleep or the reverie, the Daughter of the Night Sky unveils the next step along the path and the next destination on the endless journey of mystic wonder that is life and death and life. Reason is the best way to approach magic, and magic can be examined and reduced to its component parts through study and meditation. Maintain calm and use caution in your spellcasting and magic use to avoid making mistakes that even magic cannot undo. Use the Art wisely, and always be mindful of when it is best not to use magic. Teach the wielding of magic and dispense learning throughout Faerun that the use and knowledge of magic may spread. Live and teach the idea that with magical power comes grave responsibility. Learn every new spell you discover and make a copy for the temple library. Do not hoard your knowledge, and encourage creativity in magic in all ways and at all times. Height: 5 feet, 1 inch Weight: 90 lbs Skin Tone: A deep, clear grey Skin Texture: Smooth Eye Color: Gem-like purple Accent: Cultured, hinting of the upper class, but almost too careful. Recognizable Features: None visible when fully clothed, could probably pass for either a human, half-elf, or elf. Commonly Spoken Languages: Is fluent in common, Chondathan, Alzhedo, and elven, though she also speaks other more arcane languages. Race: Human Left or Right-Handed: Right Jewelry or Decorations: None visible, but always wears a thin metal band adorned with darkened diamonds on her left hand. Relatives: Father, Hassan Antivar, mother Jade Lyssandren (deceased), daughter Melody, daughter Nienna (deceased), daughter Kiele, fosterson Aren, husband Garen Gez'Alduran (deceased), various members of extended family. Current Status: Active Greater Spell Focus (Illusion): She considers illusion to be more than a school of magic, but a way of life, having become adept at presenting others with what she thinks they want and expect to see. Greater Spell Focus (Necromancy): Determined never to be weak again and sure that the only way to do this is to be able to defend herself beyond hint of argument, she has done her best to make herself into a killing machine by focusing in on the death aspects of the necromantic school. Epic Skill Focus (Spellcraft): Magic and magical lore are her hobby, her love, and her obsession and she has poured countless hours into developing her understanding of the mechanics of magical practise in order to apply them to her areas of interest. Epic Skill Focus (Lore): After spending much of her adult life delving into old tomes and mouldered papers in search of obscure knowledge -- often merely for the sake of knowing -- she has become a loremaster, and is particularly knowledgeable in the fields of Netherese history and magic, as well as elemental water. Leadership: Three difficult years leading the scarred and besieged town of Trader's Bay have taught her not only how to emerge from her shell to take command of others when they are lacking direction and to channel their energies in ways she chooses, but also what it means to be responsible for others. She continues to exercise leadership both over the town and the budding mages under her direction. Current Character Levels: Wizard 23/Rogue 3 Current Character Alignment: True Neutral Time Spent in Myth Drannor: Nineteen years
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