My name is Azrael. At sixteen, (When following man's calendars), I'm known as the Prince because I have had a well-rounded education on things that might not be necessary. By this, I refer to things such as the arts, fighting, and charisma, as these are things royalty would choose to learn about.
My mother is human, and my father was an elf, and I take more after him and his features. I am five feet and eleven inches tall. I have shoulder-length, wavy black hair. I have wide greenish-grey eyes and ivory skin, and I tend to dress in dark colours such as black, grey, purple, and crimson, which might give me a sadder look.
I follow both thieves and artists' lifestyles, and I'm a Jack-of-all-trades, primarily relying on either thievery or entertainment to support myself.
I plan to use either charisma or sabotage to become the next Ruler of Kings.
A Sentimental Value: Ring, Plain
I picked up an old ring from the floor. I lost it a while ago, but it puts my mind at peace to have found it. It has my name etched along the inside, along with an etching of the sun and moon. It was given to me by an old friend and is very important to me.
They met by accident, bumping into each other in the tavern. He was dressed like a commoner and insisted they have drinks. It was a fun time, and he decided to keep in touch by meeting Azrael time and time again over drinks to talk and share stories. He wanted to help someone with a fresh face get ahead, tired of the people surrounding him. He hopes Azrael will do well under his guidance.