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Busy crying thinking about the way Adolin, whose name means “born unto light,” ends up in the one city that’s a beacon of light among the ever ongoing storm
havent thought about Azimir in awhile. Beloved. reticent asshole surgeon who uses his tail to slap people. completely bereft of genitalia
am i really giving my durge fucked up homunculus legs. am i really
thats a stupid question of course i am
Azimir Kaassimolar
By all rights, he should be a surgeon, a scientist or doctor of great renown. He has the knowledge, the temperament, the drive. He knows the anatomical quirks of all the sapient races, as well as most beasts & monsters. He's quick-witted, contemplative, and completely unflappable. As a frontline trauma surgeon, he is peerless. But Azimir Kaassimolar is Bhaalspawn, wrought of Bhaal's own flesh, animated by the unholy ichor of Bhaal's own blood. He is the favored son of the Lord of Murder; to save lives would be antithetical.
HASHTAG GLOWUP
He'd been a bright, but normal boy, once upon a time. Quiet, but inquisitive, always poking through the tiniest of details he could manage, finding secrets wherever he could. He took his notebooks with him everywhere, writing down every single scrap of information that he came across. He was always meticulous, fastidious, yet prone to losing himself in the examination of his newest interest.
He had a fascination with the laws of the world. Magic, gravity, time, gods. To him, they were all strings holding up the tapestry of reality. And then he discovered death - a way to pluck the strings. After that, Bhaal's voice became clear to him, and He embraced His father.
He deserves His own post
Azimir, favored son of Bhaal