Post by Azrael Selas on Aug 14, 2010 13:05:53 GMT -5
Azrael Selas
Here by my side, an angel
Here by my side, the Devil
Never turn your back on me
Never turn your back on me again
Here by my side, its Heaven
Full Name: Azrael Selas
Nicknames: Azzie, Ozzy (though he can't understand why)
Physical Age: Appears to be in his late 20s, early 30s, actually ageless
Date of Birth: Time of Creation
Hometown: Heaven
Current Residence: Modest Brownstone in New York, New York
Occupation: ex-Angel of Death; Librarian
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Seraphim
Affiliations: Neutral
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue (but glow like fire when angry)
Height: 6 ft 1 (On a short day, 6 ft 3, on a tall day)
Weight: 220 lb.
Body Type: Well-toned, nicely muscled
Best Feature: His eyes combined with his smile, he has been known to woo women AND men with that.
Worst Feature: His sense of humor. He can make perverted jokes from time to time, though he can't usually take a joke himself and can get a bit irritated when he doesn't understand the joke.
Sexuality: Bisexual, he finds beauty in the male and female form, and is equally attracted to both, but has had only a male lover, and no female lover.
Personal Style: His style in clothing: functional and attractive. He can be seen wearing white, but rarely. He usually prefers darker clothes, like black, gray, brown. He prefers to wear jeans, but from time to time will wear trousers as well as other such nice clothes, but he'll make sure it allows him free movement of his arms, and that it's not too expensive. Releasing his wings tends to rip clothing apart.
Face Claim: David Boreanaz
Abilities:
Enhanced strength: He has enhanced physical strength, stronger than several adult men. He can bend rifle barrels with little effort, and can punch his fist through walls, as well as shatter brick and concrete. With litle effort, he can bend, deform, and knock down metal doors. However, he cannot do incredible feats, such as stopping cars, he is not quite that strong.
Enhanced Durability: He is quite durable, he can sustain more blunt force trauma than a human being, and although it is difficult, it is not impossible to bruise him, break his bones, or make him bleed. He can be hurt by things normal humans would such as bullets, bladed weapons, etc, he just can take more punishment than the human body can.
Resistance to Fire: Seraphim being creatures of fire, Azreal is immune to fire.
Enhanced Speed: He is only slightly faster than a normal human walking, or running. Though with six large wings, he is very fast in the air.
Ageless: He is immortal, in terms of lifespan, in that he has been alive since the time of creation, but he can die. He does not physically age, his body has remained the same since his creation.
Combat Ability: He is skilled at hand-to-hand combat, having studied and perfected his fighting techniques for centuries under many different teachers. He is also skilled in wielding weapons, mostly swords. He refuses to wield guns.
Personality:
Azrael is a character. He can be funny, and perverted, and flirtatious. But he can also be frighteningly cold, detatched, calculating. Normally, he is quite nice to be around. He likes to crack jokes, he likes to have intelligent conversation about literature. And he also likes to stare at the rear ends of men that walk past him. He makes no attempt to hide his interest, and is openly bisexual, though with a preference for men, mainly because talking to women (beautiful women, though to him all women are beautiful) gets him nervous and he acts rather shy around them. He can be protective of those he holds dear, and will not hesitate to resort to violence if his friends or loved ones are threatened in any way, shape, or form.
If anyone harms his friends, he will make sure to show them what angering an angel of death leads to. He has a problem with his history, not being a fan of his former occupation, though he does use it as an intimidation tactic to try to ward off aggressors, so as to avoid conflicts that could get otherwise physical. He does not smoke, but he is a social drinker, preferring wine over hard liquors like vodka, and having a distaste for most beer, but he will drink laggers (usually one per night.)
He loves his job as a librarian, and loves to help people.
Likes:
• Art, but this is a broad term for him, as he finds many things to be art, from sculpture, paintings, architecture to the human body as a work of art
• Books, he loves knowledge. He got a job at a library to be surrounded by it.
• His motorcycle, A Harley-Davidson Road King
• Dogs
Dislikes:
• Spiders
• Men who hit women
• Homophobia
• Evil
Strengths: (At least 4)
• Knowledgeable about the supernatural, due to his species and his former employment.
• Knowledgeable about various styles of hand-to-hand combat and the use of weaponry, primarily swords, and ancient weapons such as crossbows, bows, etc.
• His ability to throw off enemies. Enemies at first think he's rather goofy and useless, but when in a fight, he gets dead serious, and can be rather frightening in his brutal, almost cold and calculated, efficiency when he gets down to it.
• Reliable, he will do anything, and everything for those he considers his friends, and would fight to his last breath to protect them.
Weaknesses:
• Has trouble getting real close to people. Being ageless, he outlives most of his friends and loved ones, so he has trouble opening up.
• At times he acts goofy to cover up his internal conflict, pain, sorrow, knowledge that he may outlive his friends, and as such, can at times seem uncaring or distant.
• A being of fire, his power over fire is countered by water. He also cannot swim.
• Due to his moral code, he refuses to strike a woman, even during combat, even if she is his opponent.
Mother: God
Father: God
Siblings: Angels, but he was closest with Gabriel, Michael, and Lucifer
Others: None
Bio:
And God said, let there be light.
Contrary to popular belief, humans were not God’s first creation. Angels were. The angels, who later took on the capacity of God’s messengers, as well as any other tasks their creator put upon them, were a magnificent race of humanoid beings, many winged. Azrael was one of a group known as Seraphim. The Seraphim are one of the many types of angelic order that reside in, what many call “Heaven.” They are beings that are associated with fire, and not much is known about them by humans. They, unlike other angels, are given six large magnificent wings, and also represent the highest known rank of angels.
Azrael originally had no official function. He was, originally, a messenger to the other angels, and over time, his duties changed. He was trained, in the use of a weapon, primarily swords. God had amassed an army of angels, under the guidance of the Archangel Michael, who later led God’s army against Lucifer in his attempted Coup de tat against God.
When humans appeared, and began to die, something odd happened. The angels were at a loss as to where the souls went. Some did go to Heaven, but some rooted themselves to the Earthly plane, and remained as ghosts, poltergeist, while some, while locked to the earthly plane, evolved into something akin to demons (though demons are fallen angels, not spirits.)
But, no one knew where the rest went. It was Azrael who figured out where they went. He was given the duty of Angel of Death to ferry souls from Earth to Heaven. But after a while, his role changed, yet again.
At about that time, God changed as well and became angry. Agitated by his creation. And Azrael became an extension of God’s wrath. Smiting, cutting down anyone and everyone who did not follow God’s will. And although at times, Azrael questioned the purpose of smiting without mercy, he continued his work, as God’s word was Law.
It was sometime around the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah that Azrael put down the flaming sword, and returned to being a simple angel of death. Angels of death, are neither good, nor evil, they are neutral. Their purpose is to ferry the souls of the dead to their destination, and as such, had no real affiliation.
It was through this job that he learned about the other preternatural beings that roamed the earth. And they intrigued him. He left his position as Angel of Death, passing it on to another angel, of equal capacity, and went to Earth. He blended in among the humans, to study them, and the supernatural world they were blind to.
During his years on Earth, he witnessed many uprisings, revolutions, and wars. He witnessed the beheading of Queen Marie Antoinette. He took part in World War 2, under the human guise of Alexander Doolittle. Each new experience with human savagery, was balanced with acts of unrivaled human kindness, as men put their very lives on the line to protect their fellow soldiers, whom they considered their friends.
His first ,and only lover, was a handsome GI in Vietnam who went by the nickname Gunny, due to his extensive knowledge in firearms. The two were passionate in their trysts, even if Gunny was married back in the U.S. He felt unfulfilled in his marriage. The two went to war together, charging into battle together, side by side, neither knowing each other’s pasts because it did not matter. What mattered was their love.
Gunny, unfortunately, perished in combat. Heart-broken, Azrael left Vietnam, in the middle of a crowded field, he released his wings and took off into the air in a large pillar of fire, that many G.I.s would later claim to have been caused by some kind of explosion.
He did not return to Heaven, instead, he returned to America, and took on various odd jobs. Until he finally came across a library. And took a job there. He grew to love working in the library, filled with books, away from the violence of the war. And over the years, he took several jobs at several libraries, each under a new name.
His last job is at a library in New York. He took on his original name Azrael, and created his last name Selas in memory of Gunny, who had “SELAS” carved on his helmet.
During his life, Azrael went under the tutelage of many teachers, each teaching him and helping him perfect a variety of fighting styles; although he rather shy away from violence, he knew that in order to defend himself, and others as he was unable to with Gunny, he had to know how to fight. Due to many many years of experience and instruction, he became very knowledgeable in hand-to-hand combat, as well as swordsmanship. He is not a big fan of guns, thinking that anyone can kill anyone with a gun. But it takes real strength to raise a sword with intent to kill and swing it.
RP Sample:
From Deadlight,
How long had it been since he was taken there? Bailey barely remembered. It was as if, the second that guy found him, time slowed down to a crawl. He remembered Boulder. He remembered Little Rock. He remembered running. From town to town. Every time he stopped, he always felt as if if he turned around, Sutton would be there. Sutton would be standing right there with the massive kitchen knife he'd used to brutally murder his parents, the blade of the knife smeared brown-red with dried blood. His parent's blood. Hud and Anne Summers' blood.
But whenever he turned around, he wasn't there. But the fear was there. The paranoia. And he ran again. He ran from Boulder to Little Rock, to Derry. Up north to Dunwich. He went all the way across New England like this. He would steal food when necessary. Stole the clothes he wore from people's laundry lines. He bathed in small streams, and in people's pools.
And then he wound up in New York. It was cloudy. The thunder was loud. The lightning was bright. He knew that a storm was coming but he couldn't take shelter. Take shelter where? He didn't know anyone in New York. Nobody knew him, and he was alone.
It was then, at that exact moment, when the first drop of rain hit, that reality finally set in. It took that long. All that time, that he had been running, even if he feared for Sutton, he always had some child-like bit of hope that his parents would appear and would take him somewhere safe. That his mother would appear; his mother, Anne Summers, a beautiful young woman with dirty blond hair and large round doe eyes, would wrap her arms around him and fill him with that same warmth and comfort he always took for granted, until now.
But she never appeared, and when that first drop of rain, that cold rain, struck him, standing on the side of the road in New York. The pain hit. His mother was gone. His father was gone. His home was gone. His world, his life, everything was gone.
He walked over to a nearby alley, plopped down, and wept. And the curtain of rain came down. But he wasn't hit once. Almost on instinct, a barrier had formed around him. A bubble. If one looked closely through the drenching rain, they would have seen that the boy was sitting there, untouched by the rain, and the small area around him was also dry.
And apparently someone had. The agent, well that's what Bailey called him, because he resembled one of the guys from Men in Black.
And after that. It was all a blur. It all went so fast. The adoption process. Being taken into the custody of Prometheus. Going to the massive manor, that upon him arriving made him utter, "Welcome to the School for the Gifted, I am Professor Charles Xavier..." An attempt to lighten the mood, though a failed one, as he had said it in a complete deadpan tone.
And now, some time later, there he was. Standing in the foyer of the massive structure. And even as he stood there, he couldn't believe he was there.
It was like something out of a dream. The floor was smooth marble. There was a massive grand staircase in the room which led up to the second floor, as well as to the walkway that bisected the room down the middle. There were statues and paintings and tapestries, and massive grandfather clocks, and everything and anything that a person with far too much money and far too much time would collect. It was grand. It was rich. It was ...something he wasn't. But it was nice nonetheless.
And as he stood there, in the middle of all that decadence, all he could muster up to say was, "Wow...."
