Viezaero

Viezaero is an Air Genasi storm mage from The Circle of the Rust and the Worm. He left it not too long before being cast into a mysterious tournament. He plans on taking the Circle's matters into his own hands.

Backstory
A wizard of the Circle of Rust and the Worm. There is little known about the circle because of their mysterious nature however Viezearo knows that he must rebuild, for the last leaders of the circle failed at their final goal of cloaking the entire world of Toril in flame and thunder.

As a child he quickly developed the signs of possessing a strong bloodline tied to the elemental plane of air, something his people took as a blessing. The child grew up to see the destructive power of storms, becoming envious of thier unbridled fury. He seeks to master that power within his own blood, and unleash a storm upon the world like no other, destroying everything in the name of Talos himself.

Personality
I will bring storms upon all of Toril. Nobody will stop the raging maelstrom of chaos and all will fall. I make allies that have a similar view on me so I may rebuild my circle. I also might use others to do my bidding, however their service will be short lived. Anybody that stands in my way of my final goal, dies.

He sees all storms as the will of Talos, and even sees the Evil Elemental Prince of air as the Storm Lords minions.

Connections
Viezaero has little connection. Before he was caste into this ttournamenthe currently resides, he had a raging argument with the leader of the Circle of Rust and the Worm. Viezaero does not think the circle is making progress to their end goal, so he takes matters into his own hands and is going to build a circle more powerful than that of The Rust and the Worm.

Description
Veins of white magical energy weave and branch off in many direction upon his green tinted skin. His clothes, hair, and other possessions seem to flow unceasingly, most prominently his headband, almost as if a breeze is constantly underway. A noble eagle flies with almost perfect maneuverability before perching on his right shoulder and letting out a screech rivaling the sound of thunder.