Azural

Azural's life on TH_II was a rough one, like most who come from there. Despite that, he managed an easier life than most, living in a small commune with the few people he knew all his life. A love of engineering and enchanting had always been present in his younger years, however his full potential wouldn't be realized until much later on.

His life with the commune was cut short, however, when a pred tracked a couple of the gatherers back to the makeshift camp. He was about 11 when the pred ripped apart the people and destroyed his home, his only choice against such a large beast was to hide. With no weapons and what seemed like a miracle, the beast had lost interest with its kill and moved on to other things.

With nothing holding him back, he moved into the nearby fortified city, within the four walls were humans who wouldn't be broken by the planet they sought to call home. He began to study up on his two favorite subjects, engineering first and enchanting second, to make some sort of a career from it. As the years went by, he shifted from the meek boy he had been to a stronger man, one that had quite a bit of experience with engineering and knowledge of enchanting.

It wasn't until the mage's college took notice of him that he realized he had innate magical power within him. While it wasn't enough to sling fireballs or zap people with shock spells, it was just enough to provide him low level enchanting skills. He spent months practicing the many enchantments he learned of until one fateful day when he inscribed the enchantment he was working on wrong. It had supposed to been a charm to see oneself home from anywhere, however the messed up rune instead sent Azural to the Nexus.

It didn't take long for him to realize the dangers of this place, setting up a small shop in an old foreman's portable within the junkyard. It was here that he found much of the materials needed to continue working on his own craft, however he took other crafts similar to it to earn a bit of money. He's etched out a small living in the park since he arrived, although he still has quite a way to go with his new life. His new life, however, ended up rather short and he himself disappeared for quite a long time and his little business died out.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Azural returned to the shop that had long since had anyone inside. The man clearly looked the same as ever, however his shop soon turned to making trinkets of the magical variety instead of the usual engineering it had been known for. The little place quickly gained a bad rep after many of the customers found their newly made items to have equally negative effects, from merely attracting predators to causing the person to shrink or even lose their innate abilities. The complaints, while damning, disappeared along with the growing number of people that left to complain to Azural about his work and simply never returned.