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Azrael
By: darkwolf96 Date: October 2, 2012, 4:13 am
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Name: Azrael
Age: 17
DoB/PoB: Unknown/Unknown
Appearance: Image.
Weight: 130 lbs
Height: 6'1''
Weapon: Image. The chain from the slender black sword actively
expands from a storage compartment in the hilt, giving it the
ability to extend and swing from the grasp of the chain,
enabling this close-range blade the advantage of range as well.
On top of the already versatile style this blade holds, it is
lightweight metal it is made from allowing the user swifter
movement without being weighed down.
Class: Warrior/Beast Master
Personality: Arrogant, cold, wrathful
Likes: Koto, Nature, Singing
Dislikes: Humans, especially the hyper, annoying, and
simple-minded ones, people who harm forests, cruelty towards
nature, flying
Character's strengths:
[list]
[li]Can befriend normally hostile creatures and use them as
allies, combatants, scouting and spying, planning, etc.
Through his vast resources he has read as a child, Azrael has
gained insight on battles. Having gained knowledge of tactics
and playstyles of the opponent, he can use this to his
advantage.[/li]
[li]Is physically enhanced offensively and defensively as he
constantly pushes himself to the limit.[/li]
[li]His armor camouflages Azrael in dark environments, although
this does not mask his red eyes that have a tendency to shine
out from the darkness. Still, he cannot be spotted without keen
eyesight.[/li]
[/list]
Character's weaknesses:
[list]
[li]Unable to manipulate magic that was instructed in his books,
as he had a very little innate ability to do so at birth.[/li]
[li]Is often alone due to his cold nature; his separation goes
as far as denying help from someone he does not respect.[/li]
[li]His personalities often get in his way, especially wrath,
where he takes unnecessary risks for an unnecessary thing.[/li]
[li]Has multiple personality disorder.[/li]
[/list]
Equipment: His blade, black dragon skin armor, and unknown
source made into a hoodie.
back story: Azrael grew up in a small cave outlined with all the
necessary living arrangement fire, beds, food, and books ,
shelves upon shelves of book cascading across many land and
culture all around a truly rare find where some of his
collections . His earliest memories was of him and his brother
ryu but ryu wasn't a typical brother he was part of the pack ,
the closest thing to his father the pack leader and his mother
his mate . He grew up in a small gave surrounded by his canine
companion dire wolves . He grew up fondling with his cub brother
fighting each other nipping each other neck and such . It was a
very simple and primal life before he began to speak he had an
innate ability to hear the thoughts of his family . As if they
where speaking to him he communicated through a series of feral
grunts and growls along with the proper body language . It was
his mother that taught him word and how to hunt and survive in
the outside world .
It wasn't until five when he found out about the book shelves he
would pull them down from the shelves and sound out the huge
word one by one as he slowly began to learn how to read . The
night where cold and bitter harsh in his humbles abode as his
pack would all curl up in a ball to conserve warmth over the
years he grew up reading and learning of the world tales of war
and adventure new land words and languages . He grew proficient
in over 10 language in that time being of the new land learning
of creatures and slowly exploring further and further out into
the world . It was a cruel fight for him as he made his way
through his life as he slowly explored more and more one day he
stumbled upon a town watching the inhabits how they acted
watching them cut down the tree he called his land. The way they
would talk and talk, fight, and get drunk so disgusting there
stench fowled his nose and he stayed no longer he grew up very
young a hatred for people.They destroyed his home just for there
own greed and need while he watched other animals lose there
like they where any less deserving . The world was cruel
imbedded in his head very young and he never forgot it .
It wasn't till he was ten he began to become restless exploring
all over one day stumbling down a steep incline in the cave
falling over a 10 foot drop as he landed ackwardly, ending up in
breaking his left arm and a right leg . He found himself
crawling over to a wall groaning in pain, only to be greeted by
the sight of his brother whimpering by his feet . That where
they stayed for month his brother would bring food down to him
and keep him warm on the cold night it was when he got better
that he began exploring once more stumbling upon a lock chest .
Taking a large rock and breaking the lock open he found his set
of dragon armor and a note . The note was of no importance to
him and he never mentioned it again but the blade and armor
fascinated him .
He began training in the hole he was stuck in until he grew
strong making his way from the depths back to the surface after
2 years of training . Now a burly 12 year old the armor clung to
his body and seemed to breath with and how he moved he noticed
how it would blend in the darkness how light it was and how warm
. When he finally made it back up he was shocked to see his pack
down to only one or two now and his brother mate a pregnant she
wolf falling into to labor . He ran out into the forest which
was no more all the tree's had gone in two small year the town
had taken over building and smoke from there fires bloomed the
sky and body of animal far apart laid there dead in there hunts.
He was horrified and when he heard the footsteps heading
towards his home he ran back in to tell his brother finding him
by his mate side . He tried to stop his furious protective
brother but it was too late as he watched his snarl and run out
of the cave to protect his pregnant mate . It was going well for
hour one pup had been born but sadly at the death of his mate
when Azrael heard a sickening sound .A yelp and a howl of pain
as he left the cub with his mother suckling from her dead body .
as he rushed out of the gave to find his brother wounded on the
ground limping towards him collapsing on the ground dead in
front of him. A rage filled him stomach as he black out and woke
several hours later . the town was empty no blood in sight he
woke up right in the middle no bodies either but his blade
dripped the thick red substance as he couldn't recalled what
happened .
He made his way back to the cave picking up the cub and food
and wondering out into the world where he continued exploring
currently resting in a cozy cave somewhere in Serdin, Bermesiah.
He had grown a lot from his travel and had been able to handle
being in cities very shortly yet he still preferred sleeping in
the wilderness and the once loyal cub of his brother had now
grown into a full dire wolf that stayed by his side constantly .
He had never stopped training and pushing his limit coming adept
with his word and techniques involving it along with planning
and tactics from books long ago and furthering his communication
from just animal and the creature to once hostile creature now
turning friendly if he handled it in the right way is known. He
just spent his time sharpening his skill and waiting for
something to happen that spiked his interest. There are many
black spot in his 5 year of wondering where he was never heard
from or seen . In those 5 short years tales of the demon wolf of
the night had picked up but he could never grasp what truly was
going on. And what was the feeling that something inside him was
fighting to get out.
Other Info:
Azrael suffers from multiple personality disorder. Addressed as
"Fear", he has an insatiable lust for killing and destruction
and won't hesitate to eliminate anyone in his way. Fear also has
access to abilities that Azrael himself cannot manipulate.
Azrael sometimes sees Fear through dreams and is in denial of
his existence. Thanks to his history, this condition has only
worsened, and it's only a matter of time before all hell breaks
loose...
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#Post#: 1223--------------------------------------------------
Re: Azrael
By: Alluria Date: October 3, 2012, 3:24 am
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All changes are in red
My stupid comments in purple!
back story: Azrael grew up in a small cave filled with
everything needed for his life: from the simple basics, like
tools to create fire, a bed, food, and especially books, shelves
upon shelves of book covering many subjects, transcending across
many lands and cultures all around the globe. His earliest
memories were of him and his brother Ryu. Ryu was the leader of
the pack, therefore he kind fathered, Azrael as he grew. Ryu's
mate in turn, acted like a mother for him as well. Azrael's only
companions growing up were dire wolves. He grew up playing with
his cub brother. Play Fighting each other as young wolves would
do, including, biting, and nipping and wrestling. It was a very
simple and primal life. Even before he learned the art of
speech, Azreal already had an innate ability to communicate with
his familiy telepathically. But generally he communicated
through series of feral grunts and growls and proper body
language. It was his mother that taught him speech and how to
hunt and survive in the outside world.
It wasn't until he was five, that he became curious about books.
He rummaged the shelves and he would pull them down and sound
out huge words; slowly teaching hisself to read. The nights were
cold and bitter and harsh. His pack would all curl up in a ball
to conserve warmth. Over the years he grew up, he read about and
learn about the world through tales of war and adventure. He
grew proficient in over 10 language in that time being and
learned of many different places and creatures. Eventually,
Azrael began traveling around. It was a cruel fight for him as
he slowly explored more and more. One day he stumbled upon a
town and studied the the inhabits. He was digusted with the
behavior he noted. Humans were greedy selfish creatures, who
destroyed land merely for their own benefit. They disregarded
any previous life there and this imprinted and angered Azrael.
From that point, he hated humanity, and was left with the
cynical idea, that the world was cruel.
When he was ten, he became restless one day. Exploring all over
until he stumbled down a steep cliff in the cave. Falling over a
10 foot drop and landing awkwardly, he ended up breaking his
left arm and his right leg . Groaning in terrible pain, he
dragged his body to a nearby wall, only to be greeted by the
sight of his brother whimpering by his feet . That was where
they stayed for months. His brother would bring food to him and
keep him warm during the cold nights. It was only when he got
better that he began to explore once more and eventually
stumbled upon a locked chest . Taking a large rock, he smashed
the lock open and inside he found this set of dragon armor and a
note . He didn't give the note a second thought, for he was more
fascinated by the armor and blade.
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He began training in the hole he was stuck in until he grew
strong making his way from the depths back to the surface after
2 years of training . Now a burly 12 year old the armor clung to
his body and seemed to breath with and how he moved he noticed
how it would blend in the darkness how light it was and how warm
. When he finally made it back up he was shocked to see his pack
down to only one or two now and his brother mate a pregnant she
wolf falling into to labor . He ran out into the forest which
was no more all the tree's had gone in two small year the town
had taken over building and smoke from there fires bloomed the
sky and body of animal far apart laid there dead in there hunts.
He was horrified and when he heard the footsteps heading
towards his home he ran back in to tell his brother finding him
by his mate side . He tried to stop his furious protective
brother but it was too late as he watched his snarl and run out
of the cave to protect his pregnant mate . It was going well for
hour one pup had been born but sadly at the death of his mate
when Azrael heard a sickening sound .A yelp and a howl of pain
as he left the cub with his mother suckling from her dead body .
as he rushed out of the gave to find his brother wounded on the
ground limping towards him collapsing on the ground dead in
front of him. A rage filled him stomach as he black out and woke
several hours later . the town was empty no blood in sight he
woke up right in the middle no bodies either but his blade
dripped the thick red substance as he couldn't recalled what
happened .
He made his way back to the cave picking up the cub and food
and wondering out into the world where he continued exploring
currently resting in a cozy cave somewhere in Serdin, Bermesiah.
He had grown a lot from his travel and had been able to handle
being in cities very shortly yet he still preferred sleeping in
the wilderness and the once loyal cub of his brother had now
grown into a full dire wolf that stayed by his side constantly .
He had never stopped training and pushing his limit coming adept
with his word and techniques involving it along with planning
and tactics from books long ago and furthering his communication
from just animal and the creature to once hostile creature now
turning friendly if he handled it in the right way is known. He
just spent his time sharpening his skill and waiting for
something to happen that spiked his interest. There are many
black spot in his 5 year of wondering where he was never heard
from or seen . In those 5 short years tales of the demon wolf of
the night had picked up but he could never grasp what truly was
going on. And what was the feeling that something inside him was
fighting to get out.
-pics deleted for less scrolling. Ace-
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Re: Azrael
By: Rayerth Date: October 3, 2012, 11:45 am
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Hum... IMO, you should keep it sho...When I get back from work
like right now, I'm beat and I won't bother reading those big
chunk of texts. If you wanna detail his life, you should make it
in a subplot or a fanfic. This way, we'll be able to enjoy his
background more.
#Post#: 1225--------------------------------------------------
Re: Azrael
By: darkwolf96 Date: October 3, 2012, 6:47 pm
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thank you i understand im doing my best to shorten him with help
of others <3
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