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Nazmir had the privilege, or perhaps the misfortunate depending on how one looks at things, of being born outside the heir baring line of House Redrain. As a cousin to the main line, this allowed him a greater freedom of choice, with little expectation being placed upon him for having to perform official duties on behalf of the house. Of course, that didn't preclude him from being trained in the proper ways of being a noble. After all, he was still a Redrain and would be expected to compose himself as such. With the finest tutors and schooling available to him, Nazmir quickly developed and excelled when it came to areas of conversation, whether it was trying to charm his way out of trouble with his parents, or whether he was shifting the blame for some game gone wrong to someone else. It quickly became evident that while his friends spent their days with a sword and shield, he was going to spend his with books and tutors, learning all that he could about the art of courtiers. But Nazmir was never content to rely upon others for his own protection and it's not as if the North is the most hospitable of places when one ventures out from the main holding of Farhaven or the other Houses. Time was taken to ensure that he understood how to wield a sword and while he would never be considered a warrior in his own right, he learned enough to ensure that he would never find himself defenseless. As time passed, Nazmir spent only brief periods in the City of Arx, choosing instead to stay in the North. Farhaven provided him with ample opportunity for conversation and when he desired a change of scenery, he would set off to visit some of the other major holdings that the North had to offer, though he somehow managed to never overstay his welcome. When war came in 1003, Nazmir didn't shriek from answering the call. While never a true warrior in his own right, he had learned enough of wielding a blade that he managed to not get himself killed .. which was simply a miracle in it's own right. Struck down in the second engagement that he participated in and left with a wicked scar upon his back, Nazmir quickly realized that war wasn't where he was meant to be and he spent the remaining time on the rear lines, assisting in the protection of medics and supply lines. By the time of the Gyre War, Nazmir was much wiser and this time, he didn't seek to try and make a name for himself. Instead, he assisted where he could, aiding in the sending of messages and lending a voice where it could help bolster morale. Which meant that he was never far from his home in Farhaven. Peace is a fickle thing, though, and there is always something that seeks to shatter the dream of it. With the threat of the Eurusi growing and the banners of Redrain called forth, Nazmir has packed his belongings and made his way to the Great City of Arx... though no one quite knows why. After all, it's not as if the man can fight.

The first thing that one might notice about Nazmir is that he's tall .. which isn't really much of a feature when one considers his northern heritage. Even still, at roughly 6'5" and with a build that's clearly toned athlete, he manages to cast an imposing shadow. White-blond hair flows in loose waves down just past his shoulders, the locks left free to flutter and swirl around the strong, angular features of his face. Eyes the color of blue ice take in his surroundings with a keen interest, flicking about as if always gauging those around him.

There's little about Nazmir that doesn't scream outgoing, especially when it comes to navigating the social niceties of the nobility. Personable and charming, he's more prone to making himself new friends then finding himself with enemies. Which is not to say that he isn't loyal, for while it doesn't often show itself, the man has a vicious protective streak when it comes to family and friends.