Mezdon Hadirial:
Battle Mage of Adventure
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Arcana: Pyromancy or fire magic. Fireballs, burning hands, even fire runes, Mezdon can perform a multitude of spells that will really bring the heat! Though most of the spells he knows are quick one-handed attacks that suit his style of combat, Mezdon is very capable of casting more devastating spells if the situation calls for it.
Race: Elf
Mark of the demon: Charred black mark on his left arm that resembles a flame. Heat radiates from it as though it really were fire. Any who touch it will feel a burn, but it won’t do any damage.
Profession: Demon/monster hunter. Adventurer.
Appearance:At around 6’ Mezdon has a thin flexable build. He wears little to no armor as he focuses on mobility when fighting. His sword lays in a sheith on his left while a satchel hangs to his right.
Personality: Mezdon has a passion for exploration and adventure. If there is a bard or storyteller anywhere near by, you can expect Mezdon to be there listening. Besides that, he usually has the calm and relaxed demeanor of any typical elf. He tries to stay a bit on the lighthearted side as most people he meets seem to have bleak outlook on life. (Though who could blame them what with the gates of hell being opened and all)
While many would cover up their demon marks, Mezdon makes no effert to hide it. He believes its a part of him that tells others what he's been through. Plus the fact heat still comes from it making anything longer than a T-shirt uncomfortable.
There are a few things that can set him off, however. For instance speaking ill of his grandfather Donden is a sure way to get a firy punch to the face. But more obvious is the mention of demons. When those hellspawns are involved Mezdon is merciless. He would fight one until either he or it were dead, though it's not necessarily due to blind rage. In fact, he fights them more to prove he isn't helpless, that he is not afraid of their kind anymore.
Bio: Born into the Hadirial family, Mezdon was blessed with the gift of natural magic as all members of the line were. Though originally of a higher social standing, the Hadirial name had been tarnished by Mezdon’s grandfather Donden. A former Royal Guardsmen, Donden had been stripped of his rank and banished after “falsely” accusing the King of conspiring with demons and even attempting to have him arrested. Ever since then the Hadirial family was treated with disrespect by the other upper class families they once considered equals. Desperate to regain their once near noble status, his parents became obsessed with appearance. They attended every party, wore the fanciest of clothes, and did everything in their power to impress the other houses. This went double for their sons as getting a family to allow their daughter to marry one would instantly redeem their status.
While his brothers didn’t mind acting posh and charming the young ladies, Mezdon hated it. He had no care for proper etiquette or climbing the social ladder. Truth be told, there was a fire burning in his soul. There was an entire world out there full of wonder and beauty. He wanted to see it. He wanted to travel beyond the city walls. See what was out there. Adventure. Of course his parents wouldn’t have that. No son of theirs was going to become some kind of common vagrant! Especially after all they had done to save the family name.
When he was 15, after years of arguing and debating the matter, Mezdon decided it was time to take action and do something. Packing his things he was finally ready to run away and leave this prison of a city behind. Little did he know, it was the last day he would ever see it.
It all happened so quickly. First a loud sound heard across the city, followed by bloodcurdling screams. Dropping his bags Mezdon ran out to find out what was going on. He should have stayed in his room. One by one Mezdon watched his family be slaughtered by a demon. In a vain attempt to defend himself, Mezdon cast a flame spell at the attacking demon. It only made the monster laugh as it sent its own hell fire at Mezdon which caught his arm. Pain and fear overcame him and Mezdon lost consciousness. The last thing he saw was the demon standing over him ready to deliver the final blow.
He awoke in a small cabin owned by none other than his grandfather Donden. With so many questions on his mind, Donden did his best to explain what had happened. After his banishment, he had been living in the forests SouthWest of Veiron until a messenger came to him. The King had rescinded his banishment and had summoned him for a private council. As he entered the city he watched first hand as the citadel was destroyed and the mass of demons poured into the streets. Realizing what had happened Donden immediately headed to the Hadirial manor to protect his family. By the time he got there, on Mezdon remained. After a fierce battle with the attacking demon, Donden successfully slew him and carried Mezdon out of the city and to his home here.
Haunted not only by the screams of his dying family, but forever reminded of his failure to even hurt a demon with his burning mark, Mezdon requested that Donden train him. Realizing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, Donden accepted and began teaching Mezdon the ways of sword and magic. With steel in one hand and spells in the other, Mezdon was a warrior ready for any battle. Never again would he coware fear or feel helpless against any enemy. He would strive to instill the same fear he felt into demons, to become a nightmare for the very beings of hell itself.
After ten years of training, Donden’s age caught up with him and his body began to fail him. Before he passed away he told Mezdon not to let his hatred of demons blind him from following his dreams. After burrying the only other Hadirial, Mezdon set off to finally explore the world and fight the evils that now plauged it.
Equipment: Elven long sword.
Crafted using the the finest steel and ancient Elven smithing techniques, this sword is extremely durable and of high quality. Though it was originally intended to be nothing more than decor to show off.
Journal.
Though most of the pages are blank, Mezdon hopes to fill them with tales from far and wide. And hopefully, some of his own.
Satchel.
Other than carrying his writing supplies, Mezdon’s satchel holds basic provisions like food and water. He doesn't have any lanterns or torches though for obvious reasons.
Notes: Will add at some point. (maybe)