Azia takes after his mother’s side; he is a bit gaunt, but an otherwise handsome young half elf with brown eyes and dark black hair. Growing up, Azia was a calm, sensitive yet charming young boy from a small town. He had showed very early signs of artistic talent under his mother’s tutelage; and while he would still run wild with the other boys his age he never strayed too far from his pastels.
Azia was grievously affected by his mother’s early mysterious death. Her parting words to her son were: “We care through death as we are unable to in life.” His father, a much darker character to begin with, soon drank himself into insignificance. Knowing of Azia’s skill and talent, his mother’s older brother, a business minded but fair man, took Azia in as an apprentice to the Architects Guild where he began to learn the trade. At fifteen the taint was discovered, and under the right guidance from guild members and the church of Azuth his understanding of the weave bloomed. He still dreams of spending those long hours in his sketch books rather than his academy study books; but the world of the wizards, quickly tempered his artistic dreams. Azia’s thirst for magic is like few other wizards, it is the pastel for his love, creativity and resentment, he has yet however to come into command over the weave because his mind is torn between his interests.
Called back to his father’s deathbed, his father confessed that he had become involved in a group called the Cult of the Dragon. They paid him to smuggle goods across the Sword Coast. Wracked by guilt, he begged Azia to investigate the cult and undo the evil he may have helped foster. Resentful of his father he never the less remains loyal to his obligations and asked for a leave from the Guild to set out for Greenest.
