Post by azrael on Jan 27, 2010 19:23:10 GMT -5
;;Azrael;;
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
Is Entering Sins of Impunity
It’s All About You
Behind the Puppet Master
::NAME::[/blockquote]
Kent
::AGE:25
::GENDER::
Male
::RP EXPERIENCE::
9-10 yrs
::CONTACTING YOU::
Aim: Spazticreality
::ACTIVITY::
Sporatic - eastern
::THE PUPPETS::
Ryn, Agito, Aleksei
The Identification Tag
Character Basics
::ALIAS::
Death
::NAME::
Azrael
::GENDER::Male
::ORIENTATION::Straight
::REAL AGE::5996
::PHYSICAL AGE:: 25
::SPECIES::
Angel
Where Your Abilities Fall
The Character Talents
::STRENGTHS::
1.Resolved
2.Creative
3.Calculating
::SUMMARY::
Azrael is bold and steady in his actions. He acts upon all decisions, with confidence and purpose. He is very creative both in battle and in his love of art. Being an angel of death Azrael has seen countless wars, and has learned to predict ever possible outcome within a situation. It makes him a very formidable foe in battle though even as the angel of death he despised the taking of life. He knew it to be necessary because it was what he was told by the powers that be but every time he had to reap the soul of a child. Tears would run freely from his eyes.
::WEAKNESSES::
1.Identity Crisis
2.Overconfident
3.Regretful
::SUMMARY::
Azrael if that is even who he really is was badly injured during the war in heaven. He lost all memory of who he was. The angel who found him described his soul as being dark like death and asked if he was Azrael? Not sure but needing some type of identity to stay sane he adopted the name whether it was his or not. Azrael a name that had become synonymous with death had the made him too confident in his abilities. Often times he felt that he could not be beaten simply because you cannot beat death. Sadness always overtook Azrael when he took a life that he did not deem worthy to take at the time. Usually it was children, and for a few moments after their death he would be overcome with grief. This made him especially susceptible to outside influences for those few short moments.
The More Human Side of Things
Human Appearance
::HAIR::[/size]
::EYES::Change color with mood. Normally they are blue. If he gets angry they turn bright red. Brown when he’s sad, green when he’s happy and yellow when he’s contemplating.
::HEIGHT:: 6’0”
::WEIGHT::180
:MARKS::none
::SKIN TONE:: Tan
::BODY TYPE::Athletic
::CLOTHES::th07.deviantart.net/fs33/300W/i/2009/101/7/d/SUPERNATURAL___Castiel_by_mafer.jpg
::SUMMARY:: Azrael's physical appearance seems to be that of an average/Athletic human male who is returning from a hard day's work in an office environment. He sports a pair of dress shoes, dress slacks, white stripped dress shirt, unbuttoned, and loosened necktie accentuated by a beige trench coat. His hair is short and brown and usually messy as if he just got out of bed. He sports a constant 5 o'clock shadow. He has no need to shave cause the hair on his face doesn't grow. He prefers it this way as it makes him stand out from the typical baby faced angels that were more common
Personality is Everything
How They Might Act
::LIKES::[/size]
1. Children
2. Art
3. Music
::DISLIKES::
1. Unfit parents
2. Catholic priests
3. Demons
::FLAWS::
(What makes people dislike them? Are they mean, rude, violent?)
1. Moody
2. Sarcastic
3. Sometimes Condescending
::BLESSINGS::
(What makes people like them? Are they gentle, loving, loyal?)
1. Courageous
2. Protective
3. Understanding
::SUMMARY::
Azrael likes many aspects of humanity. Particularly children, he believes they hold a purity that rivals that of angels and thus finds himself able to relate to them. He is also a fan of art. Azrael frequents museums and can find himself admiring a single painting for over an hour. A lover of music Azrael can play several instruments ranging from classical piano to electric guitar.
Azrael hates unfit parents mostly because of his love for children. He is extremely empathetic when it comes to children and their suffering may have very well been his own. He knows there’s a special place in hell for those who mistreat children especially those that do it under the guise of serving god. The worst of which in his book are Catholic priests. Not all catholic priests are guilty of course and his hatred is reserved for the ones that are. Only one thing gives him more of a rise and that’s demons. Azrael hates demon possibly more than any other angel for the fact that unlike most angels who are depicted within humanity as being good and just. He is often seen as dark and evil all art depicting him are typically of monsters and beasts that make demons themselves look tame. To him humanity see’s him as something even worse than a demon. Cause there is no worse fear for a man than that of impending death.
Checking Out the Background
Historical Stuff
::HISTORY::Azrael’s history is sketchy at most he’s not even sure if his name is Azrael. There was apparently a cataclysmic war millennia ago in which angel took up sword against angel sending heaven into turmoil. It is unclear exactly how long this war went on as time passes differently in heaven than it does on the mortal plane. The point is the forces loyal to heaven won and drove their usurpers from heaven. There were countless casualties. If an Angel was killed on earth they simply return to heaven and are resurrected there, but what happens to those angel killed in heaven?[/size]
Azrael awoke in a bloody mess with no recollection of the events prior to opening his eyes. He was healing but unable to move. Eventually he was found by another Angel a female called Lafiel. She helped Azrael to his feet and immediately stumbled back away from him. “Your soul….So black, it’s like death…” he stuttered out. She quickly regained her composure. “My apologies you’re the current death bringer Azrael yes?” Azrael didn’t respond but he took the woman’s words as truth. Lafiel stayed with Azrael and shared her energy with him. Healing his wounds, before moving off to help other injured seraphs. Azrael carried out the duties of one of the angels of death, besides the angels Uriel, Sammael, Raziel, and for a short time Mikael.
Countless centuries went by and even though Azrael was living as the angel of death. He was never fully convinced that was who he really was. However if he wasn’t the angel of death, why was his soul so dark, and where was the real Azrael? Could he have been one of the usurpers killed? These questions always weighed heavily on his mind. There was no one he could ask. Azrael was known to be a loner few if any even knew what he looked like. It seems that the only thing that anyone really knew about him was that he had black wings, and a soul so dark that it threatened to engulf all those around him and thus he was avoided like a plague.
Azrael sought out Lafiel hoping that perhaps she could shed some light on his situation. She was not difficult to find he knew what her presence felt like and thus could track her anywhere. When he found her she was playing a large harp in a secluded corner of heaven. Azrael remember the music was so beautiful that he almost forgot what he wanted to ask her. She stopped playing abruptly and looked wide eyed in his direction. Noticing it was him she sighed in relief. “Oh it’s you Azrael I thought a demon had broken into heaven” he stated as she eyed him curiously. “What is it?” she asked.
“How did you know that I was Azrael?” he asked right away. Lafiel ran her fingers through her silky hair always keeping one eye locked on him. After a few moments she answered. “You had to be one of the death bringers, and I’ve met Uriel. The only soul darker than his in heaven; I’m told is Azrael and your soul is many times darker believe me. I’m amazed you haven’t fallen” she stated obviously uneasy in his presence. Azrael nodded solemnly and took his leave.
A few days later Lafiel’s presence disappeared completely. It was obvious what had happened. She had given up her wings and became human. He wondered if he was the cause. Was his presence so horrible that one would give up their existence to escape it? This bothered him. Azrael spent more time than he could remember walking among the humans searching for her. He never found her, but he gained a new appreciation for humans. He stopped spending so much time reaping souls, and simply began to enjoy things like art. He secretly watched artists prefer and learned from it. After a few centuries he was able to play most instruments and his ability to draw, and paint unrivaled. He even acted as a muse for several noteworthy artists.
Azrael acted as a guardian angel for children with nowhere else to turn. Every once in a while he met a child so pure that they could see him without him allowing them to. He became known as an imaginary friend by adults who simply didn’t understand who or what their children were playing with. Azrael was enjoying his break away from the constant collecting of souls, but then the unthinkable happened. The seal that kept the demon world contained shattered. The first few days were the worst. What seemed like a never ending stream of evil crawled from the cracks and crevices left by the now useless seal.
So many lives were lost the first night, so many children he couldn’t protect. Azrael saw something that made him smile even in the face of such a travesty. Angels descending from heaven to protect humanity. He heard the call and answered in kind. After the first few nights the weaker demons that had swarmed ravenously through the rift left by the seal were dispatched. That wasn’t the problem it was the stronger ones the smart ones that came later that blended in with humanity rather than out right attacking them they would be the difficult ones to quell.
Azrael met one such demon. He didn’t know his name but the demon had approached Azrael stating that he knew him. Azrael had sneered at the beast and simply responded “Of course for I am death” “Ah? But aren’t you…” the demon was struck down mid sentence. After the act Azrael pondered what the demon had meant. He decided it was of no consequence. Anything a demon said would be a lie straight from the pits of hell to put any weight in it is to put yourself at the mercy of their trickery.
As time went by encounters with demons became less frequent. They were out there of course but they had changed the way they were going about things. They knew that the angels were out in force and they reacted in kind. Rather than openly they operated from the shadows offered promises of fame, fortune, and happiness to gullible humans in exchange for their souls It was much more lucrative and safer than simply taking human souls by force and the best part was it a bit more difficult for the angels to do anything at all about it. Azrael began to doubt that there was a point of redeem these lost souls who were so easily seduced by evil. Why continue to help humanity after all if humanity could not help them. Perhaps it was only for the children that he would keep on fighting, because god knew he was sick of the bullshit.
Your Own Mad Skills
How Good Are You?
::CODE WORD::[/size]
'do the mashed potatoe, do the twiste'
::APPLICATION STATUS::
Done
::PLOT CHECK::
broken seals changes of hearts etc yeah I know.
::RP EXAMPLE::
Rychter bounded almost silently across the desert wastes of Hueco Mundo, His eyes constantly scanning his surroundings as He moved. He was hungry he had been hungry for what seemed like a few days now but all he could find in the human world were humans with barely any spiritual energy. Feeding on such humans was like eating food with the flavor of water. It was unsatisfying to say the least.
A small cloud of sand picked up behind Rychter as he moved, he had only recently returned to Hueco Mundo with the soul purpose of locating a decent meal. whats this? he thought as he nose picked up a string scent nearby. Rychter stopped and spun in a slow circle sniffing the ground as he turned trying to locate the source of the scent. The hollow paused at a spot sniffing at it intently. His eyes brightened a bit as he began to dig into the sand. The dim moonlight of Hueco mundo illuminated his body as he dug finally he paused.
Sniffing around deeply in the shallow hole he had dug he found what he had been searching for, as a small lizard like hollow darted from the hole and began to run rapidly across the desert sands. Rychter however did not give chase. He had eaten this type of hollow before and they had less spirit energy than normal humans. Rychter sniffed around some more before darting off to the north, he moved with a silent grace and agility as he went making almost no sound as he traveled.
Rychter slid to a halt kicking up a cloud of sand that drifted on the slight breeze across the dunes. He had picked up another scent but more so he felt a reiatsu at least equal to his own. He Didn't need his nose to track this one, it was giving off enough reiatsu that hungry hollows from across Hueco Mundo would be able to trace it.
Rychter crawled silently the top of a sand dune and gazed over it. His target stood at the bottom of the dune eating what appeared to be a large Lizard like Hollow. Rychters eyes narrowed as he examined his quarry for a moment. It was definetly a hollow built for power it had massive rippling muscles and a massive blood covered maw which tore hungrily into the flesh of its catch.
Rychter ran his tongue across his teeth hungrily as he began to make his way silently down the dune towards his prey. He was being careful not to make a sound. His target was bigger and possible stronger he needed the element of surprise in order to assure his success. Rychter had ran the scenario through his had a dozen times while watching his pray from the top of the dunes.
As his small sleek body made it down the dune Rychter was surprise to see his target look directly at him blood splattering on the dry sand from the beats blood covered maw. Rychter paused for a moment. A frontal attack was usually not his style He simply sat on his haunches and peered at the larger hollow who looked up at him curiously as if pondering why a smaller hollow like this would even approach it.
Rychter was as still as a statue as he watched the other hollow finish its meal all the while keeping its eyes locked on Rychter. The hollow let out a low growl and began to walk in Rychter's direction. Rychter still sat unmoving he was contemplating his plan of action he was deciding how best to proceed now that he had lost his initiative.
The large hollow roared loudly and broke into and awkward run up the steep side of the sand dune in Rychter's direction. The sudden burst of movement seemed to spur Rychter into action as he stood up and lowered he head close to the ground watching the motion of the large hollow already deciding that he could easily evade it but if he were to take a direct hit from those powerful arms he'd be done for.
Rychter dodged the first attempt that the larger hollow made to grab him. Rychter was moving quickly He was built for speed, he was designed for hit an run tactics and he could use them quiet well. Rychter's claws kicked up clumps of sand as he moved. He didn't care about that now, the time to be stealthy had passed only speed and precision mattered now. He heard the loud foot steps as the larger hollow chased after him. Rychter spun his body making a sharp turn that turned him completely around so that he was facing the pursuing hollow while sliding backwards a few yards. Rychter set his feet and pushed forward using all his speed and agility he closed the gap between himself and the pursuing hollow in a matter of moments.
Rychter dodges a swipe from the larger hollow, but didn't stop rather he raked his claws across the arm of the hollow as he went by feeling the fluid from his claws secret into the scratch he made another sharp turn and sat on his haunches once again watching the hollows reaction do his attack. The larger hollow turned clumsily towards Rychter and roared loudly once again. but this time the roar seemed to be in pain as it gripped the scratch on its arm. A light sizzling sound could be heard as the hollow rubbed its arm vigorously obviously in great pain.
The Hollow seemed to forget about the pain in its arm as anger took over. Rychter tilted his head as the larger hollow resumed its pursuit. Rychter stood up again and began to run in a wide arc around the other hollow. He would dart in every few moments scratching and retreating. Using his speed to perform his hit and run tactics very effectively targeting the legs of the larger hollow lowering its already inferior mobility.
Rychter made a sound comparable to laughter and then he spoke his voice was very low pitched and he seemed to his as he spoke. "sssssoooo sssslooooow, ssssssooooon I will you....and you will fuel my asssscent into menossss" He stated as the larger hollow roared again it seemed though his blood was contaminated with the acidic blood of Rychter he was ignoring the pain. Rychter made a sound similar to laughter again as he tilted his head to the side and twitched his tail anxiously. His hollow instincts were nagging at him telling him to rush in go for the kill and devour his prey, but he was not one to be controlled by such primal impulses.
Rychter dashed passed the bumbling larger hollow turning sharply and leaping onto its back. He bit deeply into the creatures shoulder before he felt its hand wrap around his tail. With a yank and the feeling of weightlessness Rychter was pulled away and hurled several yards through the air landing hard in the sand a little bit away from the larger hollow. Rychter pulled himself to his feet he felt the shock of pain running through is body he was amazed that he took so much damage from such a basic attack.
Rychter shook his head getting his composure back just in time do barely dodge an attack from the larger hollow. He raked his claws across the hollow's chest then dodged behind it and sunk his claws into its its back there he clung out of reach of the hollow. There he secreted his acidic blood into the hollow who fell forward losing all motor skills as its muscles here seared and dissolved. Rychter sat over his prey howling loudly his voice traversing the barren wastes of Hueco Mundo. Rychter sniffed the hollow as a stream of drool ran down his jaws. The hollow was still alive of course though barely. Rychter bit a chunk out of the hollow's arm. The blood dripped from his jaws as he feasted on the still living body of his quarry ingesting its body and feeling himself changing ever so slightly. He wondered how many hollows this particular hollow had eaten in the past.
Rychter ate greedily The blood from his kill pooling and being absorbed into the desert sands. Rychter finished devouring the corpse and growled contently. This was the first good meal he had had since becoming a hollow. Pluses barily sated him...humans were no better than eating the sand of Hueco Mundo. The small lizard like hollows were less satisfying than humans. He had never come across a human that had enough spiritual power to sate his hunger. He knew they existed It was one of the things he remembered since he was a shinigami.
Rychter climber to the top of a large sand dune, and sat silently staring up at the moon that illuminated the massive sea of sand that was Hueco Mundo. In the distance He could see the structural outline of Los Noches. He would travel there one day when he was strong But for now the reiatsu levels that emanated from that place were enough to make him avoid it like the plague.
