Name: Azreil "The Branded" Icor

Species: Vampire

Age: Appears to be nineteen, he has forgotten his real age as counting became boring. He does know that he is two centuries south of a millennia.

Appearance: With a wedge shaped face, stocky frame, and short cropped hair Azreil is not quite considered handsome by most. More generic as his type goes, his most promenant features include a deep amber set of eyes that seem to be always watching others and thinking. A scar on one lip that seems to curve into a crule smile when stationery, a wide yet still mouth, jet black hair, as well as the look of a short powerhouse.

Personality: Quiet, pensive, and slow to action are his general traits. He however recognizes that to be in the moment to act when, and where is important. There fore before taking action he gathers needed information on a situation he gauges quickly and then corrects what things seem to be to what they are. He likes a good challenge and thrill if only it will not kill him. His loyalty knows few bounds, but to be loyal to a lost cause he considers to be foolish. Well he may just be foolish at times.

Equipment: A cane that is equipped with a silver cap at the bottom, as well as a bastard sword that he restricts for hunter useage and is usually only for preplaned battles. He wears a raw ruby ring on his left hand to signify his fealty to an eternally sleeping pure bred vampire.

Background: Azreil refuses to remember his past names, as the one he totes around is the second to last memorabilia of his late master. His angel of death, as he had been the executioner dog, he was so called. No place had been too far, no mountain too high, and no cliff too steep. He is now branded a wanderer and peacemaker of sorts. Upon hearing rumors of feral activity he shakes off the dust of the mantel bestowed upon him to carry out justice under the words of the nobility of the afflicted area. If they would have him.

Extra: Azreils left knee retains a human injury to always remind him that quick tempers could bring disater, as such he relies on a cane for normal travel on top of confusing any unwary enimies. This by no means makes him slower then most, his weight alone does that for him. Someone who watches movies might call him a short Jason, to which he normally responds to a sound cuffing to the ear.