History

Most of his saplinghood was spent in corners and small confined spaces. No one, even the mender's of the Grove could figure out why he did this. He trusted no one that tried to approach and help, often screaming out in defiance when he was taking from him hidden places. But, even after spending a few moments out in the open, he'd scamper right back to where he was taking out of. He stayed there for days on end, which in turn made him cannibalize himself, eating his own bark and drinking his own sap to sate his hunger and thirst. If anything would attempt to feed him, or force feed him much else, he'd violently vomit it back up, from him or even his body rejecting the food.

When none had tried to extract him from where he was for about a week, he took the chance and fled the Grove through the asura portal to Lion's Arch. Having never actually seen anything like it, he was amazed and forgot about everything that once plagued him for a time. With a personality snap, he tried to then and there, better himself. But when that thought had passed, it wasn't long before hunger once more took hold and he looked around like a crazy animal, anything he could get his hands on. Seeing as it was night, it was easy for him to prowl. He rounded a few corners and soon eyed someone, another of there kind. Without some much as a word, he attacked them and all that was heard was a blood curdling scream as he ripped there throat out. Leaving only the corpse of hardwood behind, he became a wild animal, stalking the night for the next few years. Even with reports, no one could figure out what was killing Sylvari every other week.

As years passed, he became more wilder, nothing seemed to sate his hunger for the flesh and sap of his kin. When the Lion Guard has finally spotted him a couple of times, they hired a couple of 'bounty hunters' to capture him. They set a trap for him, setting up a decoyed sapling. When he approached it, he of course, was somewhat skeptical, but he still took the bait anyhow and was easily captured in a net, muzzled and shackled. These so called hunters actually turned out to be Nightmare Courtier's looking for something that could make them more feared. With some irony, the one they captured was already on the tipping point to Nightmare himself. They slowly ever slowly eared his trust in a sense, though, this trust wasn't exactly great. They tortured and beat him, often leaving him starved for weeks on end. When they thought him broken, they let him out and of course, he'd Fallen and became their obedient 'pet'

They kept him obedient for a year, before he started getting tired of being treated as he was. His sanity returned to a point. He took his own tools and broke out of the cage he was in the middle of the night and murdered them in cold blood. Now having his sanity back, he took to hiding himself and changing how he looked, so even if he went back to Lion's Arch, no one would be able to find out it was him. It became hard for him to control his urges, relapsing quite often.

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Long after, the Arbor heard of two of their kind dying in Lion's Arch, either curious, or wondering what caused two of these elites to die. They sent another to scout and watch, keeping a eye for anything out of the ordinary.. Well, more than usual for the pirate ran port.

A couple of weeks passed and the scout had observed a couple of sylvari. But only one in particular seemed to catch his attention more. Azimuth. Ever so casually would they keep on watching him, waiting for the male to make a wrong move, or better yet, loose himself. Ever so lucky for the scout, because, as he was about to leave, a scream from one of the other sylvari in the vicinity was heard. Then, silence. When the scout turned back, all he saw was a sylvari with a torn out throat, and Azimuth eating it like it was a meal. Oh, the scout had found his pray. With little more than one move, he blew a sedating dart at the feral one, and Azimuth was out like a light.

It was days before he awoke, still in a feral rage. He growled loudly, jumping at the cage he was kept in. But, it was no use, the vines and metal were too hard for him to break. He felt around his neck to feel a collar of sorts.. And moments later, he found out it's use. The collar gave him an electrical shock, sending him back on his as with a yelp. His captor had a smile on their face as they laughed at the reaction.

Like the wild animal he already was, Azimuth got up and hissed once more, pulling at the vines and metal. "Now.. pet." the captor spoke. "You.will.sit." they commanded, but, they knew he would not comply. So, another shock he was giving. And as if to plan, he once more dropped back down unto his ass and there he stayed, actually obeying for once. His expression did read disgust. But, what could he do?

The next couple of months was spent training him to be submissive. But, no matter whom got close enough to him to try and stick there dick in him, they ended up getting it either snapped off, or ripped off with surgically altered teeth. He made it clear he wasn’t getting fucked in anyway, at least easily, anyhow. Most sedatives that were also used on him, most wore off after a few minutes, seeming his body was getting used to the effects and making himself not get into danger. This actually came to be the truth, as any sedative the Arbor used a second time, would just end up in a more pissed off, feral sylvari.

His body had powerful regenerating abilities. So as long as he had something to feed on, if left to starve, like they usually did, with a broken or dislocated limb. He was left in pain and misery, saploss making him rather ill. With nothing to eat, nor sap to drink. He couldn't recover as fast and the Arbor used this to their advantage. Often keeping him starved with broken ligaments, seeing how long it took him to become desperate for something to chow on. Often what he got was left overs and other already rotted, dead Courtiers that had been like that for a couple of months. But hey, beggars can’t be choosers, so he ate it anyhow. Even if it did make him seriously ill. Often vomiting up what he was eating, as he couldn’t stomach all the rot or whatever else had grown on the already gross body.

Seeing as he knew he wasn't going anywhere, for a long.. Long time. He soon gave up and became submissive to a point. The point being where he would listen to those that ‘owned’ him, however, sex was still out of the question. Seeing as the person that altered his teeth considered them a masterpiece, and ripping them out or damaging them would result in the person having done so, to be beheaded, or something worse. Who knows.

He was eventually broken and became nothing but a hollow shell of his former self. He was used as an attack animal and easily obeyed, as he feared the use of the shock collar around his neck. As the more he misbehaved or disobeyed orders, the more powerful the electrical shock he was giving.

Current Timeline

Azimuth has spent the majority of his time in hiding to avoid his former Court, and the knowledge he still knows about it. At this point, he avoids most contact with anyone he comes across, and tries to keep his identity a secret, often going by the alias, 'Azaiah'. Though sometimes it's inevitable that he'll come across someone as he has taken to trying to quell his quench for sap, but it has also gotten the better of him lately, making him attack almost anyone he sets his black, cyan circled eyes on.

His Nightmare hounds Blaire, and Blueberry, often keep watch over him when he is in a crazed state of mind, and they try to keep him out of trouble, but Blaire ends up doing most of the work, being Blueberry is as tiny as she is.

Azimuth as currently taken up residence in Bloodtide, in a cave far off from bothering anyone. There, he sews dolls, and practices his Blood Magic to pass the time. In recent months, he's honed his skills quite well, able to make the weapons he summons with sap, much sharper, and last longer when summoned. Of course, it comes with the down side of exhaustion hitting harder if it's his own sap.

------> He's forgone a lot of his former Rook training, as he's severed himself more and more from is former 'creator', as he wants nothing to do with the man. He still at least exercises and has kept a journal of things in case he wishes to keep the training up. But his current focus has been on plants, and growing, and mixing them. While also keeping up his immunity to many poison causing plants.

Triva

• He isn't really to happy with how tall he actually is, finding it annoying when trying to talk with people in the four foot range.
• He didn't start out liking plants, but developed a like for them over a couple of years, with cultivating them to different species. Snapdragons, and bleeding hearts are his favorites.
• He's not much a fan of talking about his past, preferring it to stay there. As with his own features prominently, too. Hence why he tends to wear a hood to keep it hidden.
• He's decent at baking, preferring fruits over many other pastries when it comes to it.
• He can't eat many things people usually do, having a reliance on sap, and sylvari body parts to keep going by. If he doesn't eat either or for a extended period of time, he tends to go mad.
• He has a mastiff, and pomeranian Nightmare hounds that protect his garden.
  

  Magic

  • Blood Magic: Azimuth is a talented Blood magic user, though he has learned to manipulate Sap as well. That being the 'blood' of his sylvari kin. From being able to turn it into a usable dagger, or sometimes, with enough focus, he can even bend peoples bodies to his will. Though he hates doing the latter, having done it once, and been done with it.
  • Lifeforce: Azimuth, to himself, is a vast vat of lifeforce. It's one of the things that he has prided himself in over all the years he's been alive. But, it also has it's nuisances. It attracts spirits, and other unwanted unworldly things to himself, hoping to get a bite out of it. So certain days, he forces the excess lifeforce into a fabric dubbed 'voidweave', which is a pitch black material that sucks in lifeforce when ever it can, and allows it's user a extra use of it later on if worn, or sowed into a piece of fabric.

    Fact: The Rook's old uniforms were fully made of voidweave.

  • Reaper Shroud: The corner stone for most Reaper profession uses. He able to pull the Shroud over himself, and wield a giant scythe that expels lifeforce.
  • Dhuumfire: Most necromancers have affinity over Ice, but Azimuth himself decided to forgo that aspect, and went Fire instead. Having easy access to scorch someone, or to, you know. Cook his own food on the fly, even with a tinge of death added to the taste.
  • Raven's Riddles: Despite being sylvari, Azimuth has a slight connection to the Norn spirit, Raven. Able to take it's form with the use of a signet. He can also tap into the vast knowledge the bird holds, though it takes much out of him to do so. However, as of late. He passed the signet he once wielded to his protege, Evern.
  • Can cleanse certain ailments from people. From poison, to burns. Though if he has no idea what it is, the cleasning is sometimes uesless.

  Personality

  Azimuth is a solitary person and prefers to be left alone when he is able. Some of his past and more recent actions have made him more aware that he can easily hurt someone with what he does, thus making him want to avoid some, if not all he can. He, however will force himself to be social just to make a appearance, but later he just curls up into a ball and distresses it all.

  As time has passed, his cravings for sap, and raw flesh has taken more a presence in him lately, and he tends to go mad and ravage nearby villages, so he can steal, or maul something to stop it. Ignoring them only makes him go madder. He's never found something to really keep it at bay, only ways to temporarily at.. try to ignore it bubbling up.

  > Azimuth is a bit unstable, seeming to phase through three different personalities lately. One that is more passive, and more caring. One that is a trickster, and manipulative, even if he's not great at it. Then one he's designated his Nightmare persona, one that doesn't give a shit about people arguing about it being to 'cruel' to be Nightmare.

Relationships

Falscaí

My.. Silver-lining.~

She grounds him, and keeps him sane to a point where others have lost such a touch. She can see through his iciness, and cold exterior. It's easy to say they get along very well, and he thinks her near and dear to his heart. Being they've chosen the path as dearhearts now that she has ascended to the rank of Knight.

Emrysen, Knight Grim.

He's like a son.

Deep down, Azimuth still thinks he could've done better for Emrys' Knighthood, having tested his more, tested his own Nightmare.. But even so, the sapling has far exceeded some of the things he'd not really taught him on. In current times, he sees him as a 'adopted' like son. Giving him gold, and other things to get by.

Evern

Protege

As Nicholai had left the Court of Envy, and handed Evern's training off to the former Rook. Azimuth took great care in training, and raising Evern to be the best spy, and assassin one could with his own former past. As the two bonded over the years, he'd call her 'daughter'. Having that parental-like connection some sylvari got.