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Azrael Wandric

Personal Information
Name: Azrael Wandric Player: Vidar
Race: Human (Vampire) Gender: Male Height: 6'2"
Class: Fighter Level: 5 Weight: 176 lbs
XP: 28.700 Next Level: 32,000
Kit: None Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Eyes: Blue Hair: Dark Blond Deity: Bhaal
Age: 90
Ability Scores
Str: 18/76 Weight Allowance: 185 lbs Bend Bars/Lift Gates: 30%
Attack Adj.: +2 Damage Adj.: +4 Max. Press: 330 lbs Open Doors: 14
Dex: 16 Missile Adjustment: +1 Pick Pockets: +0% Open Locks: +5%
Reaction Adjustment: +1 Armor Class: -2 Move Silently: +0% Climb Walls: +0%
Con: 18 System Shock: 99% Poison Save: +0
Hit Point Adjustment: +2(+4) Resurrection Chance: 100%
Int: 16 Max. Spell Level: 8th Max. Spells Per Level: 11 Illusion Immunity: None
Bonus Proficiencies: 5 Chance to Learn New Spell: 70%
Wis: 15 Bonus Clerical Spells: 2, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0 Clerical Spell Failure Chance: 0%
Magic Defense Adjustment: +1 Spell Immunity: None
Cha: 16 Loyalty Base: +4 Maximum Number of Henchmen: 8
Initial Reaction Adjustment: +5
Saving Throws
Paralyzation: 9 Poison: 9 Death Magic: 9 Petrification: 10 Polymorph: 10
Rod: 11 Staff: 11 Wand: 11 Breath Weapon: 11 Spell: 12
Hit Points: 54
Base THAC0: 16
Melee THAC0: 14
Missile THAC0: 15
Natural armor class 10
Boris's Amulet -2
DEX Defensive adj. -2
Unknown adj. -9
Weapon Proficiencies

Long Sword (Mastery)
Short Sword

One-weapon style
Two-weapon style

Non-Weapon Proficiencies
Riding, Land 18
Quickness 16
Modern Languages (Common) 16
Modern Languages (Sembian) 16
Hunting 14
Set Snares 15
Reading\Writing 17
Ambidexterity 16


#AT Speed


Range (-2) (-5)
Weapon Melee Missile Factor Sm-Med Large Type Size Short Med. Long
Sword, long
  • Items Readied
    • Long Sword
  • Items Worn
    • Holy Symbol of Bhaal
    • Boris's Amulet
      • Grants +2 protection, immunity to sunlight and priests get a -4 penalty on turning or commanding
  • Items Stored
    • Full box of make-up
    • Diary
Character Description and History

Azrael is a handsome man, look like he is in his early 20's (he was cursed with vampirerism at the age of 20).
He wears whatever clothes that is suitable for the time being, but he prefers to wear black.


I, Azrael Wandric, was born into a mediocre wealthy family in Sembia. I can still remember how my mother loved me, and I can still remember how proud my father was when he talked to me. In life I was a dedicated person. I loved my family and my goal was to make us richer, I wanted to make our family name something people would remember, I had a crush for power and wealth, and the marriage with Sarila Kuraga from the Kuraga family, one of the wealthier merchant families in Sembia. I got married in a age of 16, I can still remember how prowd my father was when he stood at my side on the wedding. After the wedding I used all my time on my wife and my business. In four short years I got my family a lot wealthier than we where, and I did it all alone, with no help from anyone. But it would all change, I'd been on a typical business trip to Waterdeep, and on my way back to Sembia my caravan got ambushed. the people that ambushed us was nearly invisible and they where inhuman quick. I can still remember the screams, the chaos, it was late night. I couldn't see my enemy and I got struck from the back, I could feel the pain in my neck, but I couldn't do anything. It was like I was paralysed and I felt weaker and weaker for every second. I knew this was my death, and then it got black, I died.

I cannot tell, or won't tell what it feels to be dead. I remember that I woke up inside a huge chamber. It was a few torches that made light, the first thing I did was to check my neck, I couldn't feel any marks. I stood up, and when I put my feet on the ground a voice said "So, you are already awake?" I turned around, and looked at the person that had talked. He was a long well built man with short dark hair, dressed in black clothes. I could see him pretty well, even in the darkness. I could feel power from his presence. He told me that his name was Boris Andosol, and that he was my master. He told me that I was he's creation. But I couldn't believe it. I meant that I was still alive, but I could feel that something was wrong, I felt a urge to drink blood, I could sense the surroundings much more accurate, I didn't understand why I felt this way, but Boris continued his speech. He told me that I was dead, it came on me as a shock because I "felt" alive, I began to move towards him, I wanted to kill him. Then he said "stop", and I stopped, I felt the power in his voice. Boris told me that I was a vampire, one of the children of the night. He told me that he had granted me immortality. I cannot say that I blame him, the more he told me about my abilities, the more powerful I felt.

Boris had a love for power and control, it didn't take long before I found out that I wasn't the only one he had granted immortality. But he had full control over everybody, and every time he told me to do a thing or two I felt a urge to do his bidding, and fast. We were about 10 vampires everyone, except for Boris, was from the caravan, and we were feeding on the local population. I didn't know where we where but it didn't take long before I learned it. It was somewhere near the road where I got killed. The years went on and I learned more about my existence for each day that went. After 20 years as a "prisoner" of Boris I learned that he had the ability to walk outside in the sunlight, he told us that it was because he was our master, but I knew that he couldn't or just didn't walk outside without a special amulet around his neck. Five years later we was attacked by a Lathander priest, he didn't last long, but he killed 2 or 3 of us with a spell that gave sunlight. I was in a another room when it happened. But I felt that this priest was not the only one that would come for us, I told Boris this and he just laughed. He was ignorant.

It didn't take long before we were attacked again. But this time our enemies came in full force, they where about 15 men, most of them was priests and holy warriors of Lathander. I warned Boris, but he got killed by a holy warrior wielding stake and hammer. I could feel the holy aura of the warrior and we were alone in the room, I saw that he was a young lad no more than 17 years old, he was no match for me, when he was grabbing for his holy water I sent a dagger right into his hearth. I took Boris's amulet and pulled the warrior in a way that it looked like he had used his own body to make it look like it was a battle between him and Boris, then I put on the amulet and changed to gaseous form just to leave through one of the holes in the wall. I took a big chance then, because I wasn't sure that it was the amulet that made Boris immune to the sun, but when I came outside I got the sun right into my face. I remember the horror that the sun in my face gave me, but I didn't feel any pain. I ran away when the combat was still going on, but I knew that the church would win the battle inside.

I have wandered the western Hearthlands for about 45 years now, never staying at a place more than 3 or 4 days before moving on. I've been forced to always be on the move because of my bloodlust. I cannot say that I hate this "unlife", I've learned that people live just to die, but I'm something else, I'm dead but I still exist. I'm immortal, a higher being.

I've not been to my family since I got immortal.

I was sitting inside a tavern, situated in a tiny village with about 150 - 200 inhabitants. I have been feeding on the population for 6 days now. And people are getting worried about the missing people, some of them was found inside the forest. I was listening to a bunch of farmers arguing about what was killing the people. I laughed inside of all the absurd speculations. But when the Lathander priest named Jonathan came in I left for my room.

When I came inside I flew to the cave where I had trapped all my victims, my cattle. I killed one of them before I flew back to the tavern. When I came back I sat in my room writing, yes writing. I could hear the priest tell his holy crap for the weak willed peasants, I shivered in disgust over his words. The priest left, and it all got quiet. Later on someone knocked on my door. I didn't like it because I hate curious people. And I knew that people didn't like me because I hailed from Sembia. I asked who it was, the answer was that he was a guest and had heard that I was from Sembia, so he said he wanted to trade. This was my folly, I trusted his words, and went for the door. I opened the door to see a man in robes. I knew that I was looking at a mage, there was a sick green light from radiating from somewhere near his eyes. I couldn't see his eyes because of the robe, but I saw the light. The fool was bearing a mug of ale, trying to make a image of me in it. I knew that he couldn't.

I asked him too come in, and locked the door. Then he told me who he was, he called himself Shandrath, he had a name of a fool. He told me in a blunt way that he was a necromancer and that he knew that I was a vampire. I didn't like him, he was rude and foolish believing he could impress me with his knowledge, but I didn't take any chances because of my fear for magic. I didn't know what he was capable of, so I listened to what he had to say. He told me that he had a proposal to make. I can't say I listened to it, but it was something about make a image of killing me so I could get away. That fool, I was going to leave anyway, and he thought that I would make a deal with him. I told him that it was a "interesting" proposal, but before we could end the conversation I heard someone running from the outside the door, screaming out, he had listened to our little chat.

Shandrath said that he was going to fix this, and I did my second failure, I trusted him. I haven't trusted any body for 4 decades, I don't know how I could be so foolish to trust him. I flew out the window to my hideout in the cave. I didn't know what had happened back there, but I killed my last prisoners so I could leave this place with no witnesses. When I came back I saw what had happened. Shandrath had gone berserk with his magic, the tavern was burning and people was fleeing. I shifted to wolf form so I could hunt down some people in hope of slaying them all before they got away, but I didn't stand a chance, they where too many. The fool shandrath, I knew I should have killed him in the tavern, I will never do this failure again.

We began looting the place, and I found a child, he couldn't be older than a few months. I killed it, it wouldn't have survived anyway, then I burned it. Shandrath had a demon friend, he irritated me so I was forced to make him go away with my charm, I could sense Shandrath's anger then, he asked me what I did too him, I said I just asked him to go away, and he did. I could sense that he looked through my lie.

We left the place with a carriage and a bunch of horses, I was nice enough to offer them some protection and scouting by walking with them. It didn't take long before we met some of the authorities from the neighbour town. But they didn't stand a chance, but my body got destroyed, and it was all because of Shandrath's failure to kill the mage that was hovering over us. I really disliked him this time, I wanted too kill him, but he survived because of my curiosity of what the next foolish thing he would do.

And I was right, he started too make zombies, and I gave him a little girl he had been asking for, I didn't know what he wanted too do. We started too move back to the town we had destroyed, our target was the neighbouring town. We killed a family on our way. but when we began to approach the neighbouring town, Shandrath took the child and killed it in a ritual, he sacrificed the child to summon a skeleton knight. I didn't like this at all, we killed off the town, and he began looting again. I knew that this would give us problems, but I had a plan. I told Shandrath that I was going to leave, he asked me if he could use magic so I would forget him, that fool! NO ONE USES MAGIC ON ME, AND MOST OF ALL: NO IS ALLOWED TO MAKE ME FORGET! I told him in a nice way that I didn't need too forget this incident, I thought he wanted to make me forget him so he could hunt on me later. But I already had plans for him. And flew away. I went to the nearest town, and used makeup that I had found in one of the houses so that I looked like a peasant. I even changed clothes to make it look real. I told the guard and the officials in the town about Shandrath and what he had done, I told them that he had summoned a vampire and a bunch of zombies. Then I left the town, my target is Baldurs Gate, I think they got tricked by my litte white lie. But I do not know. This incident is not going to go unnoticed. But I know that Shandrath is as good as dead, because in our first battle I saw how petty he was, it was I who killed them, it was I that gave them the chance of survival, and it was I that took they're lives again.

Now I'm on my way to Baldurs Gate, my plans are as brilliant as it can be, and I need to hide for a time so that none can say who or what I am.

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