Name and Titles: Shifter Regent, Azreal 

Age: 591 {Remember, remember, the 5th of November... long before Guy Fawkes tried to blow people up.}

Gender: Male

Personality: Sullen, witty, and intimidating. Azreal's prescence brings with it an air of seriousness and silence that fills entire buildings. At his core, he is a very fierce person, but he wields an iron fist over his fiery temper. He exudes knowledge and experience, so much so that many fall quiet when he approaches. When he speaks, it's with a great intensity, however soft it may sound. He is torn, in his soul, everytime that Aradia is taken from him again. It's caused nearly irreparable damage. 

Buried beneath all of this is the part of him that returns everytime Ara does. Compassion and contentness begin to show again. He steps out of the dark overcast that clings to him long enough to smile again. Devotion and loyalty are two of his primary traits, both of which are the culprits to the change in him.

Due to Ara's return, he's become more extroverted, engaging with people again of his own will. Although he's still surly and dark, there's a noticeable lightness around him again. And although no one has come right out and said it, the council suspects that he has found her. It's only a matter of time until he tells them.

Powers: Shifter's magic is distinctly different from a Witch's, in that it is more diverse. The very first thing that a Warlock does when he joins the Shifter sect is pick an animal companion. He bonds with it, and is gifted traits from it as well as the ability to speak to animals. They can see through each other's eyes, and have a telepathic bond that grows the older they get.

 In Az's case, his Fenrik gave him the keen hearing, stealth and agility of a fox. He can hear conversations from two doors down, is rarely caught when tracking people down, and is far faster than average. Some of his fellow Shifters tell tales of a speeding streak of red that catches you off gaurd as he breezes past them. "And damn that bastard, he's never even winded."

Fenrik and Az have been together for nearly their entire lives. Az was only seven when they met. Therefore, their telepathic bond is beyond anything that had existed befoee. While some Shifters are careless and go through multiple companions, Ax has been careful. Other than Ara, Fenrik is all he has left. The grey fox has learned a great deal of human language from Az. He can't do something so silly as talk or write, but he can understand conversations.

In addition to the animal companion, Shifters train in what they call "natural magics"; aka, the ability to manipulate elements. Azreal is particularly skilled in fire and air based spells, and not so much at water or earth. 

Flame manipulation- Fire manipulation allows Az the ability to direct flames. He can do so in any degree, from causing the flames to burn faster, to forcing them to spiral through the air.

Heat Generation- Heat generation does exactly as it says: It allows the user to raise the temperature of the air around them to a desired temperature.

Flash Bomb- If something ignites anywhere in Az's vicinity, he can cause the newborn flame to spark to a full flame size in less than a second. This also causes a drop in breathable air nearby for just as long. 

Detonator- Detonator is a form of concussive fire ball explosion. This is created by packing extra flames and energy into a small, compact ball, and throwing it at a target. Upon collision, the ball explodes outward, releasing the energy trapped inside. Sometimes causes hearing damage.

Flame Generation- Another self explanatory title, flame generation allows Az to spark flames from nothing. 

Wind Manipulation- Allows him to telepathically direct the air current in a manner of his choosing. He can create soft breezes or torando force winds.
 
Cacoon- creates a cushioning of wind around an object to protect it from impact during a collision. 

Deflector- uses a short, sharp blast of air to deflect any physical attack or spell. Though rare, it can cause a backlash of the attack to his aggressor. 

Flight- Err, well, it's close enough. By bending the way the air currents move into a spiral around a person, he can make them hover and soar through the air. It only lasts as long as his concentration does.

Fire Devil: A combination if both his Wind Manipulation and his Flame Generation. With them, he can create a spiraling tower of flaming death. It takes a lot out of him, and he can't do it more than once a day, maximum. It last for about 10 minutes, setting fire to anything that it sucks up, before fading out. 

Biography: When he started out, he started with nothing. No family, no history, and no name. He was seven years old, with no recollection of anything before waking up in the field. Standing above him was a fox, it's nose tapping his forehead, as though trying to rouse him. A soft sound in his head, steadily growing louder. He pushed himself to his knees, and the fox curled at his side. 

"Up."

With no past experiences, Az thought nothing of the fact that a tiny fox was speaking to him. It's head pushed at his side again, and he stood to his feet. No shoes, dirty clothes, a strange ring, and ragged hair.  And so, with prompting from the fox, he walked. He walked until he reached the nearest town, a small village in Lithuania. Whike the people were kind, he didn't feel right staying long. At the advice of the fix, newly named Fenrik, he joined a traveling faire.  

The owners quickly discovered the boy had a way with animals, and apprenticed him to the animal trainer. It was during his stay there that a Warlock approached him the first time. He explained to the then teenaged Az what they were, and asked him to come join the sect. The boy was quick to decline. He was waiting for something, although he wasn't aware of what.

He spent nearly a century jumping between different circuses and faires, traveling across Europe and Asia. He never stayed long enough for them to realize he didn't really age, but long enough to keep his reputation up. He developed new acts, bonded with dozens of animals, and taught Fenrik languages in his spare time. Eventually, he joined a traveling faire in Britain with strong Witch ties. 

It was there that his life really began. 

During the entire performance, he could feel her eyes on him. He almost set one of the tigers on fire by accident watching her back. As soon as the show ended, he rushed out to find her, but she was gone already. An ache began to build in his chest as he ealked down the row of merchants. Her eyes had captivated him, and without them, he felt dizzy and struck. 

A sift voice in the crowd caught his ear from a few stalls away. The way it cleared his head left him sure. He pushed his way though the crowd just as the lovely girl picked up a necklace. Something in her gaze had changed as she had looked at it. And then, as if she felt his presence, she looked up at him. 

Three feet away.

Her eyes were green, and he was lost in them forever more.

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