Azil Dreamreaper

Azil hales from the center of Seboet. He is the son of the prior Oracle- a powerful and threatening woman- and an unknown man. News of his birth caused quite the controversy inside the church seeing as how he was the first male Oracle born in centuries. His birth was seen as a sign of good luck and prosperity.  Like all of the Oracles that preceded him, he has been locked up and raised inside the temple walls for all of his life.

For a few years, he was raised by his mother. His mother, although terrifying to most, was always kind to him. She even taught how to interpret the powerful, strange dreams haunted him and that one should not be frightened by the gifts given to them by god. He quickly became a renound Seer. In fact, many believe that his gift might even be greater than his mother, which was not that outrageous of a claim seeing as how her powers revolved around pyro-manipulation- a skill that he finds nearly impossible to practice. When he was seven, his mother was claimed by sickness- a curse that claimed many of his predecessors. After her death the King-Priest appointed him to be the next Oracle, and has been serving as such ever since then.

Once his mother had died the priests took full control over his life. They made sure that he was healthy and raised ‘properly’. He was educated in the ways of the temple and taught by them to see people as dirty and sinful beings. He was kept away from everything ‘impure’. Meaning that he has little to no contact with the outside world, he is not even allowed to eat meat, nor is he allowed to read, do, or see anything not first approved by the high priests. Those who watch over him say that his seclusion is for his own good, but that does not keep him from sneaking off every now and then anyway. He has never actually made it out of the city limits, but he dreams about seeing around world. However, having spent his entire life, he is pretty resigned to his entrapped fate.

For in addition to being the tool of the church, priests need to keep an eye on him in order to treat his weak health. Azil had never been healthy. He, along with every other member of his line, has an unnatural tendency to contract every illness possible. From colds to the plague, if you can name it, an Oracle has caught it. Sometimes they are able to recover, but most do not make it to see thirty. His mother was only twenty-five when she fell.

With so little time available, Azil has felt rushed to insure that his mark on the world means something. It was me who decided to crack down against the heretics. Feeling that it is his duty to purge the world of their evil cracked down against those who dare claimed themselves to be higher than their god and their benevolent church. There were many people lost along the way, but their sacrifices aided in creating a better future for the lambs of Seboet.

Five years after the uprising, Azil still holds his title as the Oracle. The drama of the past has long since faded returning him to his simple life of priesthood and servitude all in the name of Loegir. The watch over him has increased drastically, but he does not seem to notice much. His time is mostly spent combatting bout of growing insanity and waves of drug fueled euphoria- an issue that the church is keen on covering up. When in his right senses, he occasionally performs spiritual reading for the nobility. However, his selected audience has recently become much more exclusive. For the church he still exercises his gift to select people that, that he believes, will better the world. Most are recruited into priesthood or the army- positions in which he views to be vital. One never knows when a certain group of unruly heretics might just decided to show their faces again.