Cloud, a bastard of Kingfisher Fields, is a man of few skills and many flaws. He is a murderer, a thief, an adulterer, a liar, and a gambler. This flame-locked elf is often seen in and around taverns indulging in heavy drinking. Boots on the table, and the chair on its hind legs, he might tell a story or ask you to play one of his many games. Fun is key, after all, for the devout follower of Jax that
knows not the path to riches.
This, of course, is not all there is to the lanky elf. He is self-assured bordering on arrogant, and this often results in him being in situations far too big for him to handle. He, however, isn't a coward. He will not back off from a fight or an argument, even if it might be the death of him. To change Cloud's opinion on anything is what one might call a feat. Also, his cockiness shows in day to day conversation as well. He believes himself to be the most attractive creature ever to roam this earth, and will gladly share this 'gift' with whomever he meets. Be it man or woman, elf or caparii, Cloud is likely to share affections. The elf, when not busy with himself or his reflection in someone's eyes, could be considered generous. While he might not give away his hard-earned radiants, he will gladly offer his time or assistance to someone in need. This, however, isn't the only virtue ascribable to the bastard. Lustful and merciless as he might be, he is persistent and hard-working. None will catch him complaining about the mess he constantly gets himself in, lest it is in jest.
Speaking of Cloud's vices, let's briefly mention his battle against solving his problems with violence. If Cloud is in sufficient danger or sufficiently enraged he will draw steel and fight until either side is sure to never move again, might that be clear. However, he has a certain disdain for killing his opponents. In every situation he has been in thus far, he has left his enemy incapacitated without killing. His falchion, named after his father's blade; The Eyeopener, is tied to the sheath with a cyan ribbon to remind him not to fight unless he has to. It also reminds him of the agreement he made with Reigna Citrine I to not murder or steal so long he bears the Azerwind name.
Bastards and the Azerwind name is another theme in Cloud's life. He previously went by the name Riverborn as all bastards of the lands of the river Azer are named. His father, however, was a man of importance to the history of the Mockingbay; Jeroxia Azerwind, the founder of the house from which the petty Queendom sprang. Due to the early disappearance of the man in his life, Cloud always preferred his bastard name over the potential of being legitimized. He wanted nothing to do with the asshole that was his father. Then the Jester Lord passed away in an unknown location, and Cloud was stirred. A letter was sent to him with two things; a long silver earring, and one of the three golden bells that adorned Jeroxia's hat. The letter contained a dying wish and a promise of greatness. Even though the elf despises his father, he went out and began a new, more tumultuous, life.
After then Riverborn had gotten himself in a serious amount of debt, a relationship that seemed beautiful but ended up disastrous for his mental health, and was homeless and starving, he got in a serious row with one of his closest friends. One that led to her threatening to kill him with her sword on his throat. It was pride and shame that stopped him from defusing the situation, and for the first time in a long time, the bastard felt alone. He then boarded a ship and served as a sailor for a period of time, doubting he would ever return.
Now Cloud stands at the beginning of a new chapter in his life...
Goals:
- Find a goal in life
"So, where does one find the strongest drink?"
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