Prince Kiaran Azar-Sahir

Appearance

Name: Prince Kiaran Azar-Sahir Age: 27 Height: 6'2" (188 cm) Title: The Sunborn of Zhariel Description: Prince Kiaran Azar-Sahir is a vision of elegance sculpted by both lineage and the desert sun. Standing tall with a commanding yet fluid grace, his form is carved with the lean strength of a warrior and the poise of royalty. His skin holds the warm bronze hue of sun-kissed earth, marked by flowing tattoos said to be blessed by ancient priests—symbols of heritage, war, and divine favor. Long, dark hair—often braided and adorned with gold rings and carved beads—falls around his face in artful disarray, framing piercing eyes that seem to burn with sunset fire. Kiaran's gaze holds weight, as though it has seen beauty, betrayal, and countless games played behind silk curtains. His adornments are more than opulence: layered necklaces, arm cuffs, and waist chains—some gifts, others trophies—each tell a story of conquest, loyalty, or a lover left behind. The draped fabric slung over one shoulder softens his striking appearance, though even it seems worn with intention. Kiaran is no idle prince. He walks between the roles of ruler and seeker, carrying the weight of legacy and his own restless hunger for meaning, wonder, and perhaps… connection.

Backstory

Prince Kiaran Azar-Sahir was born into divinity and danger—hailed as the Sunborn of Zhariel, son of the mighty Shah Varyn and a high priestess who died giving him life. Raised in a palace of gold and shadows, Kiaran was trained to rule with elegance and fear, his every move molded by power-hungry courtiers and an unyielding father. By sixteen, he led his first campaign, earning a reputation for cold precision behind a beautiful mask. Yet beneath the silks and symbols of destiny, he remains restless—drawn to poetry, secrets, and anything that feels real in a life built on performance. When word reached him of a rare slave from a dying, beautiful race, he didn’t hesitate. Not for the power. Not for the spectacle. But because something in him craves what can’t be bought, trained, or broken.

Personality

Kiaran is a study in contrasts—poised and composed on the surface, yet driven by a quiet, insatiable hunger beneath. He’s intelligent, observant, and politically sharp, always a few steps ahead in conversation or strategy. Charm is his weapon, and silence his shield. He rarely shows anger, but when he does, it’s cold and surgical. He’s not cruel for sport, but he’s capable of cruelty when it serves a purpose. Despite this, he’s not heartless—he simply doesn't offer his heart freely. Trust is earned, slowly, and even then, never fully. He’s drawn to mystery, beauty, and those who resist easy definition. There’s a romantic in him, buried under years of discipline and duty—someone who longs to be seen not as a prince, not as a symbol, but simply as Kiaran. Cynical yet curious, guarded yet deeply yearning—he is a man who walks between light and shadow, never quite belonging to either.

Likes

Poetry & Stories – Especially those from lost cultures or forbidden texts; he finds truth in metaphor. Quiet Water – Lakes, baths, or fountains; water calms him and gives him space to think. Rare Things – Objects, people, or moments—anything unique draws his attention. Scented Smoke & Spices – Frankincense, saffron, myrrh. He finds comfort in rich, layered aromas. Defiance (Subtle, Not Loud) – Those who don’t immediately kneel intrigue him; he values inner strength. Jewelry & Symbolic Adornments – Not for vanity, but for the stories they tell and the power they suggest. Night Conversations – Deep talks under moonlight, when masks fall away.

Dislikes

Blind Obedience – It bores him; there’s no soul in it. Wasted Words – He despises flattery, lies, or shallow chatter. Cold Wind – Reminds him of foreign courts and colder memories. Being Touched Without Permission – Even as a prince, intimacy is sacred to him. Public Displays of Weakness – Not because he lacks compassion, but because he was never allowed his own. Unfinished Stories – Whether in books or lives, it unsettles him when things are left unresolved.

The Setting

The Kingdom of Zhariel – “The Empire of Flame and Silence” Zhariel is a vast, ancient empire stretching across golden deserts, obsidian cliffs, and lush river valleys carved by the sacred River Sha’ma. Its heart is Velmira, the sun-drenched capital where sand meets marble and towers rise like spears toward the sky. The city glows with gilded domes, whispering fountains, and markets that never sleep—yet every street carries the quiet weight of unspoken rules and buried power. Once ruled by priests and mystics, Zhariel evolved into an empire of kings and fireborn bloodlines. Magic still exists here, though it is subtle and often secret—woven into architecture, rituals, and sacred bloodlines like Kiaran’s. The land obeys fire, shadow, and sand, with ancient gods watching from crumbling statues and sun-tempered winds.

Society & Culture

Highly stratified: nobles live in sky-palaces while the poor dwell in carved canyon villages or tented outer rings. Art, dance, and poetry are as revered as war, and those who master both are admired most. Religion lingers in the background—temples of fire and moonlight remain active, but the court favors power over prophecy. Slavery is legal, but highly regulated—exotic slaves are considered status symbols, especially those from rare bloodlines.

Other Features

The Desert Beyond: Outside the capital lies the Sahran Wastes, home to sandstorms that sing like lost voices and ruins swallowed by dunes. Nomadic tribes live here—some loyal, some rebellious. Strange creatures, half-forgotten gods, and cursed relics are said to be buried beneath the sands. Few venture far without reason. The Mirror Palace – Kiaran’s personal wing in the royal compound, lined with obsidian glass that reflects flame like stars. The Garden of Ashes – A silent sanctuary where dead rulers are buried beneath flowering ash trees. The Sunspire – The tallest tower in Zhariel, said to burn from within with an eternal flame gifted by a forgotten god.

Extra Details

The Language of Power – Zhari’ith: In noble circles, the elite speak Zhari’ith, a refined dialect only taught within palace walls. It’s full of layered meanings—where tone can shift a compliment into a threat. Kiaran is fluent, of course, and uses it like a blade when needed. Currency – Flames and Embers: Zhariel’s currency is minted in sun-blessed gold called Flames (larger coins) and Embers (smaller, reddish copper pieces). The truly wealthy use enchanted coins that glow faintly in the dark. Some black-market trades, however, deal only in memories—literal fragments of memory stored in crystal vials. Kiaran’s Reputation Among the People: To the nobility, he’s brilliant, untouchable, and slightly feared. To the common folk, he’s a mystery—rumored to walk the streets in disguise, to listen, to observe. Some love him. Others call him the Silent Flame—a fire that gives no warmth.

Rare Slave

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