Azrael, Angel of Death

[Azrael]

[+] BEHIND THE CHARACTER

<sub>Name/Nickname;; Louise
Age;; 16

How did you find KOTS?;; I've already said this. <.<; Lune, doodz!</sub>

[+] THE CHARACTER

Name;; Azrael
Title;; Angel of Death
Nickname/s;; Azriel (only by Raizel)

Age;; Ageless
Race;; Light

Side;; Good
Place of Residence;; Hell
Level;; Level Eight

Occupation;; (copied from the Main Plot thread)

Azrael, he collects souls that he believes to be Good and brings them to the Purgatory Courts where they shall be judged. If the soul is deemed to be Good, he shall escort them to Heaven, if they are Evil, the soul shall be handed over to the Grim Reaper to take to Hell.

Weapon of Choice;; A scimitar

[+] PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

<sub>Celeb;; John Cusack
Physical Description;; Azrael has the common dark brown hair, brown eyes look, a typical look within the male gender, but his is done so in a mysterious way, almost secretive. He appears to be always hiding a secret, even when he is not, and many claim to not know much about him.

He keeps a slight gruff on his face, giving him an easy rough look, but not to the point where he looks too old. He stands at about a normal height for males, maybe even a little on the short side, but he is quite content with it; he would rather be his height than tower over everyone, despite his strength.

Hair color;; Dark brown
Eye color;; Brown

Height;; 5'11
Weight;; 75 kg (165 lbs)</sub>

[+] PERSONALITY

Personality Description;; Despite his reputation, Azrael keeps a calm demeanor, only showing off his strength when he needs it to threaten someone. At other times, he is quite calm, a bit quiet as well.

When it comes to his daughter, it is quite easy to see that Azrael loves her very much. He tries his best to be strict with her, make sure she is always safe, but recently, she has run away to Earth. Since then, he has been very stressed, trying to get her back safely and make sure she will stay.

Likes;;
+ Rai
+ his job
+ women
+ reading
+ doing things his own way
+ making sure people know his opinion on things

Dislike;;
+ the Grim Reaper
+ having to turn over the souls to him
+ Heaven
+ feeling as if he has no control over his daughter
+ the demons he's surrounded by
+ being bossed around

Skills;; Taking dead souls to be judged, and then to Heaven if they belong there
Weaknesses;; Raizel

Hopes;; That Rai will calm down and take up her duty instead of running around like an immature girl; that he will be able to control his daughter and keep her from becoming killed over something stupid

Fears;; That he will lose Rai over some "adventure" of hers or to Heaven; that he will end up having to fight her in the war

Goals;; To catch Rai and bring her back to Hell with him

[+] BACKGROUND

Parents;; N/A
Siblings;; ----
Other Family Members;; N/A

Date of Death;; ----
Cause of Death;; ----
Perpetrator/s;; ----

Past Incarnation/s;; ----

History;; From the beginning of time, Azrael has been collecting dead souls and guiding them to judgement and then to Heaven. That is one thing everyone knows about him. It was even known that he had gone and gotten some woman pregnant. However, a couple things that many do not know is that the woman he had gotten pregnant was an angel by the name of Aribel, that he had raped her, and then immediately killed her once she had given birth to their daughter, Raizel. He then brought the baby down to Hell with him, to raise her and take care of her.

Whenever the subject was brought up about her mother, Azrael always lied and told her that her mother had died because of God, so that he was sure she would hate Heaven as much as he did. As Raizel got older, Azrael easily noticed the potential in her, watching her grow and always there to save her from predicaments. He was pretty sure that she would grow up to be a lot like him, especially since he was not the only one to have high hopes for her.

He met Dimitra when she had been brought down to Hell from judgement, having committed suicide. To this day, he is aware that she plans on marrying him. At first, he was a bit surprised at the aspect, then started to debate on it. However, now that Raizel had escaped, he is not nearly as accepting to the prospect. He tends to push everyone away, determined to find his only daughter and bring her back before the war begins.

[+] ANYTHING ELSE

Sample RP;; (Not Azrael, haha.)

Yay, it was Monday morning. That meant school. That meant having to deal with other people she highly disliked. That meant another day without talking and just ignoring people. That just meant another day; another boring-packed day. Well, until she came home, but she did not have to worry about that yet.

Scowling, Bella stumbled out of her bed, nearly falling at one point. She finally made it into the small bathroom that was connected to her room, and she closed the door behind herself, her hands going in front of her as she searched for the sink. She soon found it and she felt for the faucet, turning the water on and cupping her hands underneath the cool liquid. She then lifted her hands up to her face and splashed the water all over it, her eyes still closed since she had not opened them yet. However, when she finally did, she looked straight in front of her, into the mirror. What she saw was a huge blurry figure, supposedly herself, her misty gray eyes wavering slightly and her pale eyelids slightly narrowed over them, her pitch black hair tied back into a braid with stray strands in her face.

Reaching behind her, Bella began to take out her braid, looking downwards to the counter, staying silent as she began to think to herself. She had gotten a new schedule the last week at school, giving her new classes, and she found herself still not comfortable with the change. She was not very fond of change, since she normally did not have to deal with it. Her family had always been the same; she had always lived in this house, in this city, in this state; nothing really changed.

Once her hair was down, Bella ran her fingers through it before she reached over, grabbing her contact case. She opened it and began putting the black contacts in, covering up her beautiful natural eyes, enabling her to see much better. When she finally had them in, she blinked a couple times, shaking her head and looking at herself in the mirror. Now the image was much clearer. Her straight, shoulder-blade length hair covered up the fresh bruise on her neck, and she was thankful for that, even though she felt as if she could still see it. The thought of it made her eyes narrow in anger. Her skin was pale, contrasting with her contacts and hair, and soon enough, her outfit and make-up. She was what people normally called “gothic”, even though she had no idea how they got that. She was not into the whole “heavy metal” thing; she barely knew any bands. She loved music, true, but she was not allowed the privilege to explore many things, including music. She wrote herself, though, so it was not so bad.

Running her skinny fingers through her hair one last time, Bella turned around and limped back to her bedroom, over to the dresser by her bed. She grabbed some clothes, throwing them on her bed before she began to change. When she got rid of her layers, it was very easy to see how skinny the frail sixteen-year-old was, which was actually a little scary. She still had a body form, good shape, but her anorexia was quite obvious. Well, if you ever caught her without her many layers. Another thing you could catch without her layers on, besides her skinny frame, was that her skin was pale was marked. She had bruises, new and old, all over her body, and her thighs and on the inside of her lower arms were red, irritated, and scarred, a couple spots of fresh blood noticeable. She was a cutter; she had issues. It was life, was it not? Exactly.

Bella quickly got dressed, wearing baggy clothes. She wore a pair of black Tripp pants with red hems and many layers for her top; a black tank top, a black short-sleeved shirt, a black long-sleeved shirt, and, finally, a black jacket with red hems, finishing the outfit. She soon pulled on some old, worn-out tennis shoes, ones she had coloured black herself, and then she walked back into the bathroom to apply her heavy black make-up; heavy eyeliner, heavy mascara, heavy eye shadow, heavy lip stick – heavy everything.

When she was finally done, Bella quickly limped back to her bedroom, grabbing her backpack and stuffing a couple things inside, zipping it back up inside. She then carefully slipped it onto her shoulders before she limped out of her bedroom, towards the front door, her head bowed with her hair hanging in her face. The cold hit her like a brick wall, but she did her best to ignore it, making her way a couple blocks before arriving at her bus stop. The others there glanced at her, but generally left her alone, continuing their conversation as Bella stayed there.

The bus was there a couple minutes later, and she was the last to get on, the others pushing her aside so they were able to pick their seats. A soft scowl escaped her lips, but for the most part, she remained expressionless, finding a seat and occupying it. The bus ride was another fifteen minutes as they picked up more students, Bella looking out the window the whole time. The bus soon slowed down for the final time, telling everyone that they had arrived, and so Bella shifted, getting ready to stand and to get off.

The school looked the same as ever, with the additional blanket of snow covering its rooftops. The girl spared the boring building only one glance before she headed over to her normal bench, one that was always vacant, and she took a seat, looking down at the ground blankly. She was alone, and she was fine with that. She did not need any friends; she was independent in her own way.

Other Info?;; I'll...make this better when I get used to the character. XD It's acceptable...I just wanted it outta teh way.

This post has been edited by Azrael on Aug 3 2007, 04:03 AM

[Kingdom Of The Sky]

Accepted!