Avad a essuyé son chemin vers l'avant de l'eau profonde de la taille, grimaçant dans le déplaisir. Comme il s'arrêtait à considérer l'ex-soldat devant lui de plus près, cependant, son sourcil s'est sillonné et ses yeux se sont fléchés en allers et retours avant de s'installer sur le surpoil rouge. Sa bouche s'est un peu ouverte en reconnaissance d'un moment, et ses yeux se sont brisés à ceux du vétéran.
"Je reconnais cette crête. Vous étiez à la bataille de Tabor Lei pendant la campagne d'Erane'Vos. Chevaliers des Fjords de l'Ouest, si je ne me trompe pas. Ça fait longtemps que ça a été détruit. Je ne savais pas qu'aucun de vos ordres était encore en vie."
Il a tiré un petit sac en cuir qui s'est jeté à haute voix de sa ceinture, le jetant sur l'homme. « Pour les services au Royaume », a-t-il fait signe. "Je ferais plus, mais je suis un peu drainée de magie en ce moment."
Cela dit, il s'est tourné vers le Fox d'argent, à propos de lui froidement. "Non. J'ai moi-même posté des gardes à chaque entrée de la ville. Et crois-moi, je les connais tous. On n'y retournera pas longtemps, jusqu'à ce que les choses se calment un peu. N'essayez même pas."
Enfin, il s'est tourné vers la princesse. "Princesse, je vous exhorte vivement à laisser ce criminel derrière vous. Il te remboursera au roi pour quelques couronnes d'argent dans un battement de coeur. Pas d'honneur parmi les voleurs."
Name: Avadodren Ichen Onem (the -ch in Ichen is pronounced as a hard, guttural hiss)
Age: Appears somewhere near his mid-thirties to early forties.
Race: Avadodren, or Avad, as he is known to very close friends, is 100% bonafide human.
Looks: No matter how exceptional I truly am, all that is seen is my exterior. By that standard, I was born average, and will die average. Av is exceedingly typical looking. He is of typical height, somewhere between 5'10" and 6', and average weight for his slightly slender build. He has a messy head of brown hair and a pair of gooey, dark-brown eyes. His skin is pale and fair, a few freckles smattering his brow and the bridge of his nose, to his eternal chagrin. He wears his uniform as a High Battlemage, a long, flowing robe of pale ivory white and embroidered with ash-gray and flaming red in elaborate flame patterns. His honorable stars are worn on his shoulder. He nearly always carries his spellbook with him. It is a massive tome, bound in dark gray leather and bound with ragged, long-used, gilt pages. He has a bit of a theatrical flair about him; often, he will twitch a finger and use a tightly controlled gust of wind to flip the pages instead of being a regular person and using his fingers in a more mundane fashion. Put it all together and you have a medium-tall, medium-light, brown-on-brown-on-pale person, eyes glimmering with deep intelligence, with a flamboyant nature and an incredibly sharp mind.
Bio: Avadodren Ichen Onem was born Avad Onem into a Valstand noble family of middling influence and wealth. Though he wanted for little in his childhood, he certainly had none of the absurd wealth of some of the higher families. He was trained in the standard noble pursuits; swordsmanship, riding, court manners. Then, at one particularly uninteresting party, he experienced a cataclysmic magic surge. As many such events go, there was much flash. There was, however, far more danger at Avad's magic surge than most. Several nobles were permanently injured, and his father, Veddys, was killed. Avad, desperate to escape the cloying guilt that ate at him, decided to find a noble death: a battlefield mage, torn apart either by the power of his own spellcraft or by whatever might be faced at the moment.
Through some cruel joke of fate, he lived through every campaign, and indeed, through many years, began to creep little-by-little up the ranks. Eventually, his desire for a good death fled, replaced by a savage desire to ascend to the highest echelon of magic: an Archmage. He took the name of the greatest Archmage in the history of Valstand: Odren. He appended it to his own, calling his determination for all to see: I will be an Archmage. Along the road, he took an honorific as well: at the battle of Ichen, he distinguished himself by saving over a thousand men with a well-timed fog cloud to obscure the enemy's lines of sight. Thus, 'Of Ichen's Glory' became his military title. He internalized it, turning it into a name as he fully took it for himself, becoming nigh-obsessed with his rise to glorious power, burying the memory of his past and determined to make his late father proud.
Over time, that motivation faded. He was no longer a child, and became able to look back without regret. His meteoric rise through the military steadied off as his frenzied energy petered away, and he settled into the life if a professional High Battlemage. While he still aspires to the Archmage's mantle, he longer pursues is feverishly. He's a close confidant of the king, and is able to see the good buried beneath the tyranny. He firmly believes the king has the best interests of his subjects at heart, and will support him in nearly endeavor.
Other: In departure from his typicality, Av is an exceedingly skilled mage specializing in storm magic. In particular, he has a talent for nimbomancy, or the control of clouds. He has a lesser talent for direct combat with his magic--although the lightning bolts and lashing rain ensure that he's no slouch there, either--but rather, when engaging, is far more adept at tactics and strategy. His fog and cloud control allow him to craft expert illusions and massive concealment and for one of his age, he has a near-encyclopaedic knowledge of military strategy, born both of natural aptitude and of enormous amounts of study. As a side of effect of his long military experience, he is able to remain unbelievably calm under pressure.