ZIL'S CHARACTERS
click for more
ASTRETH MURZILEN
Age: 23
Pronouns: She/Her
Race: Au ra, Xaela
Jobs: Reaper (primary)
Place of Residence: Othard, Yanxia
Server: N/A(WIP)
ZILVATH MURZILEN
Age: 26
Pronouns: He/They
Race: Au ra, Xaela
Jobs: White Mage (primary), Astrologian, Scholar, Summoner
Place of Residence: Gridania
Server: Primal—LamiaZilvath Murzilen is a man of mystery, a man that wears a smile like it's a fashion statement and little else. He's a smooth talker, a natural-born trickster who, despite it all, would like to believe his heart is in the right place. All smug grins, condescending pet names, and sass, Zilvath isn't exactly a picturesque hero or Warrior of Light—but in the end, it's a simple veneer that masks a wholehearted desire to be better, and leave behind the person he once was.Born to a family of disgraced Xaela arcanists-turned-con-artists, Zil spent most of his youth wandering the unfriendly sands of Thanalan, making his living offering healing services and snake oil to the locals. His true journey began with what he thought was an unexceptional operation: a trip to Gridania, with intent to swindle the earnest Padjal of the Conjurer's Guild out of a bit of honest coin, and be back on his way. However, receiving the blessing of Hydaelyn put something of a damper on those plans, and the rest is history. He took up the mantle of Warrior of Light begrudgingly at first, slowly working his way up and honing the curative abilities that he'd once used for petty crime.
ALGOS MURZILEN
Age: 31
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: Au ra, Xaela
Jobs: Summoner (primary)
Place of Residence: Gridania
Server: N/AAn extravagant merchant and powerful arcanist that travels Hydaelyn in a gilded tent caravan. His easy smile and glittering trinkets hide a dark secret: a sinister cult devoted to harnessing the power of the Void. (WIP)
VALGARD YMIR
Age: 25
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: Viera, Veena
Jobs: Warrior (Primary), Monk
Place of Residence: Limsa Lominsa
Server: Primal—Leviathan(WIP)
ANAPHIEL LEBLANC
Age: 24
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: Half-Elezen
Jobs: Paladin (primary), Machinist
Place of Residence: Limsa Lominsa
Server: Crystal—BehemothThe angel-faced captain of a cutthroat pirate crew that terrorizes Hydaelyn's seas. Memories of his past may be foggy, but he intends to fill the present with as much (often drunken) excitement as he can. (WIP)
WHERE AZIM'S LIGHT WON'T SHINE
THE HISTORY OF THE MURZILEN TRIBE
The Murzilen Tribe's misbegotten history is one of pride that twists into arrogance: a Luciferian story that sent once-proud children of the Steppes tumbling down into a darkness and infamy that they still refuse to see lurking at their heels.The story goes as such: a long, long time ago, there lived a closely-knit tribe of mages and scholars by the name of the Myagmar. Their whimsical, floating encampments and penchant for long swathes of naught but quiet contemplation and study did little to mask the fire for warfare that burns in the heart of all Xaela. However, for all of their unique magics and tireless study of their craft, victory in the Nadaam forever eluded them, much to the prideful arcanists' chagrin. So much did they envy and desire the Khagan title that many of the most talented Myagmar mages turned eagerly to darker sources of power.The Void's beckoning was sweet, whispered honeyed promises of an unending rule for those who believed themselves worthy enough to reach out and take it. Among the chorus of hellish voices, one called the loudest: a foul entity by the name of Murzilen.Murzilen guided the Myagmar mages from the shadows, outlining each step of the ritual that would call him into being, and in return, Murzilen promised that the Myagmar's power would be so great that they may never relinquish the Khagan title again. When the fateful day of the Myagmar's final Nadaam dawned, Murzilen tore forth into reality, cutting an indiscriminate, bloody swathe through all of the Xaela of the steppe; men, women, and children alike were sacrificed to slake the beast's thirst, and it was only in brief unity between the other tribes that it was expelled, leaving the Myagmar defeated once more.For their crimes, it was unanimously decided that the Myagmar be exiled from the Azim Steppe. They had turned their backs on the Auri gods, and for it many of their kinsmen had been cut down for no reason but to feed a wicked primordial beast. Their proud Au Ra name was stripped of them, replaced with the moniker of the Voidsent they had sold their souls to.In their unending pride, however, the newly dubbed Murzilen tribe refused to hang their heads in shame for their transgressions against their people, believing themselves to have been robbed of their rightful dominion by those that simply feared their magical prowess. The Murzilen tribe began to wear their brand of shame as a badge of honor. They left the Azim Steppe, swearing to hold tight to their pride, and crossed the sea to Eorzea in search of some grander opportunity.In doing so, however, their mystical practices were further perverted by the necessity of circumstance; the deserts of Thanalan were inhospitable to those without a Gil to their name, and so the Murzilen went about using their craft to enrich themselves in the quickest fashion they could manage. In a matter of a generation, prideful mages were twisted into naught but simple tricksters and smooth-talking criminals