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-Name: Azorius Sokolo
+Name: Crock the Second/ Crock Ignitus Dile
 Age: 23
-Age: 26
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 Birth Option: Grandaeluxian Native
 
 Race: Human
-Race: Human/Northern Grandaeluxian
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-Physical Appearance: At a staggaring 8'3 comes the Giant of Nordruzian, Azorius is infamous in his village for his height and physique. He is considered abnormal strong, even for a Northern Grandaeluxian. Azorius has his dirty blond hair cut as short as it possibly can be with some sheep shears and a sword, he keeps a rough beard to compliment his strong facial features. Azorius is by no means handsome however, his features are large and masculine on the border of gigantism. Though young, Azorius already bears many scars from his violent upbringing, his nose is misshapen and bulbous from the many times it was broken and reset, half of his left ear is missing, eaten when he wrestled a wolf. Azorius' body is massive and wide, his hands large enough to palm a human skull and his feet large enough to crush one.
+Physical Appearance: 5'11, Athletic Body Type, Crock the Second is the perfect model for the average Grandaeluxian cavalry soldier. Tied by Blond hair, Ridiculously beautiful, Blue eyes, etc etc gay fuck shit.
 
-Backstory: Ever since he was a boy, Azorius has been cast into violence and death. Since he could wield a dagger, he fought Rams and other children, since he could wield a bow, he hunted wolves and elk. Since he could wield a sword, he slayed bears and other men. Azorius' life has been a constant power struggle, him verses the world, rarely seeking the help of others, even rarer that he was offered it. Azorius became obsessed and corrupted with the thought of power, the power to change his miserable life, the power to change everyone's life. It was when Azorius was 16 that he began his nomadic life, even at 16 he was larger than most of the men in his village. No one other than his father dared question or cross him, he regularly beat other children for food and respect, he was feared by all, except his father.
+Backstory: Crock Ignitus Dile started life as a son of a couple who had began a molding and pottery business, skilled in the art of engraved goblets and cups and that sort. While he was around two they were out on a family hike where they found two starved and lost Dwarves. Giving the dwarves a place to stay and feeding them led to a strong family bond between The Dile’s and the Dwarve’s which led to trading between the two families and a long line of success for the couple. During the next few years Crock excelled in his studies and learned the family trade quite well even going off to neighboring towns some times to sell his own wares so that he could have enough to start his own shop. Before he ever got this far however, he was drafted into the army where he proved to be a remarkable cavalier’s men fighting with the blade and shield on horseback. During this time he made few friends with the other men in his unit and on his second deployment he took a heavy wound to the leg giving him an almost permanent limp. He was able to complete his duty while on horseback, but when the time came for his unit to march to meet up with a larger unit he was not fit for the task. They sent him home where he returned to his parents injured and a bit more serious then when he was younger. Home stricken while his leg continued to heal he spent his free time practicing his swordsmanship and using the money he earned before he left for the army to purchase the stallion that he had rode within his unit for his personal use. Finding that he could walk barely with a cane he began to take interest in the family business as well as some magic after meeting a group of elves on a ride one day. They gifted him a flute to practice some earth magic and stuff and filled his mind with thoughts of ADVENTURE.
 
-Though it was his father that cast him into such violence and hateful childhood, his father blamed Azorius for becoming the animal he is. All of Azorius life he was tormented and forced to fight and when Azorius started to want to fight and wanted to torment, he became an animal in his father's eyes. 16 was old enough for Azorius to finally face his father, challenging him to the sword his father begrudgingly agreed, facing the giant in the center of town. Azorius felt no love for this man, no remorse for the fight, and immediately Azorius' father was cut down, he hardly even got in a first swing. Azorius was feared by all in his village, but knew that soon that fear would breed hate and so Azorius returned home and packed his things, beginning his life as a nomad.
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 Natural warrior
-The first months were unbearable, many nights he went hungry, many times he was close to death, but his father's aggressive parenting had come in handy for the world Azorius lived in, he survived. He thrived. Azorius eventually settled down after a few years, beginning construction of a cabin by a creek that took many months and many days hungry to complete but when it was finished, Azorius felt proud, he felt something he had never felt before, he felt at home. This isolationism served Azorius fine, he crafted his own arrows of stone and wood, hunted his own meals, fought off the rabid animals that dare try and steal his food from him. Azorius lived this life for many years, becoming a skillful hunter, and a skillful slayer. Though it had been years since Azorius had fought a man and he went months at a time without seeing any other people, Azorius skills from his childhood never faded. When bandits did come, they lost, when they gathered their entire crew and assaulted Azorius' cabin; he killed them all, sustaining severe injuries that once again led him to near death.
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 Largest of the humans.
-As Azorius grew older, he grew restless and eventually once again left his home to adventure the land, one thing had always peeked his interest; magic. It had left his mind for many years but as he left the cabin in the woods and starting interacting with more people, Azorius' curiosity only grew. Magic was a powerful thing, Azorius was sure he was strong enough; body and mind to control it and so for the next three years, Azorius journeyed all over Grandaelux seeking those who could teach him to read and write, eventually seeking those who could procure him books on magic and mages and wizards. As he fell deep into his research, Azorius' violent heart settled a bit, there was something comforting about knowledge and Azorius became more inclined to reach out to others... Reluctantly. He became more sociable, more rational, more mature. Though his violent past will never leave him, he now seeks a greater purpose; he wishes to be the change in the world, he wants to be the change he seeks in the world; he searches for a magical tutor to show him the way of mastering the mysterious art so that Azorius can be a better man and better the world.
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 Nigga can ride horses
 
 Penalties:
 Second-least magical of the humans.
 Nigga has a limp
 
 Feats:
 
 Equips: ADVENTURIUHIGASHGASG A *POOP*
 -Magical Elf Fucking Flute
 -Got my fucking war-horse steed
-Equips: Azorius carries many items for his nomadic lifestyle;
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--Bedroll (and tarp if it rains for snows)
+-Maps
--Hand Axe (for chopping wood)
+-Drawing pencils and pens
--Rope (approx. 20ft with various hooks and grapples for climbing or hanging meats)
+-Fucking Notebooks of D000M
--Fire starter (some flint and steel for generating sparks)
+-Family heirloms and shit
 -Money purse, nigga aint poor.
--Maps (Various maps that Azorius has collected, some hand drawn by himself, some professionally done.)
+-Hand-Axe for wood chopping and fucking yo daughter's bitch
--Personal Notebook (A slab of pages hastily banded with twine and some leather, the book contains Azorius' notes on Magic and possible Magic tutors.)
+-Fucking Magic Walking Stick of greatness
 -Tobacco Pipe
-Worn Steel Broadsword (The very sword he used to slay his father with, the sword is chipped and rusting, it still retains enough integrity to maintain being a feasible weapon... Just barely.)
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-Boar Spear (A weapon used to hunt aggressive animals in Melee, the wide and sharp tip at the end of the spear can inflict serious damage and cause excessive bleeding in a single hit. It can pierce leather armor easily but it nigh-useless against any metals.)
+Nigga rocks with his steel long-sword ya'know. Shit he used back in his cavalry days. Fucked some bitches with this shit.
 Nigga also had a fucking buckler yo. Iron buckler, painted the Dile crest on that shit, nigga's won't fuck with him
-Various Animal pelts cover Azorius head to toe, Azorius keeps extra coats in his bag for cold nights and has a parka made of seal/walrus hides.
+Bitch Nigga also has some bows and arrows and shit. He's basically god
-Magic Ability: Minimal, he still seeks a tutor and can only act upon what he had researched in those three years.
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-Magic Research: Three years up to the modern point in time, Azorius learned to read and write and searched for books and tutors on magical prowess.
+Iron Chainmail, helm, greaves, guards etc.
 He has some horse armor he carries/