And here we go! If it needs any more fleshing out, I'll be happy to oblige :3 [hider=Azazael Redde] [h1][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]Azazael Redde[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center] [img]http://orig05.deviantart.net/6340/f/2016/154/1/0/azazel__angel_of_sacrifices_by_petemohrbacher-da4ttd5.jpg[/img][/center] [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=f4ca7b]Name:[/color][/b] Azazael Redde [b][color=f4ca7b]Aliases:[/color][/b] Angel of Sacrifice, Lone Wanderer [b][color=f4ca7b]Titles:[/color][/b] None [b][color=f4ca7b]Age:[/color][/b] 29 [b][color=f4ca7b]Place of Origin:[/color][/b] The Deserts of Jato [b][color=f4ca7b]Gender:[/color][/b] Male [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]Physical Attributes[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=f4ca7b]Build:[/color][/b] Muscular & Lean [b][color=f4ca7b]Eyes:[/color][/b] Hazel [b][color=f4ca7b]Hair:[/color][/b] Deep Brunette [b][color=f4ca7b]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Slightly Tanned [b][color=f4ca7b]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] His left wrist is completely red from the shackle he keeps attached. Multiple scars cover his entire body, mostly focused around his heart. [b][color=f4ca7b]Day To Day Attire:[/color][/b] See Image [b][color=f4ca7b]Strengths:[/color][/b] Stamina (Both in mind and body) & Physical Excellence [b][color=f4ca7b]Weaknesses:[/color][/b] Single-Minded & Hot-Headed [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]Psychological Attributes[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [i][color=f4ca7b][center]Selfless * Vengeful * Silent * Just[/center][/color][/i] [b][color=f4ca7b]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Pansexual [b][color=f4ca7b]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Single [b][color=f4ca7b]Personality:[/color][/b] To the people he saves, Azazael is a silent, heroic figure, helping people without asking for thanks, and only helping as much as he sees fit. To the people who get to know him, he’s a haunted, brooding character, unable to shake off the horrors of the past. To the people he sleeps with, he’s a tough lover, but not an abusive one. He knows what he wants, and if he can’t get it, he’ll move on. He doesn’t want to get close at all to people; he doesn’t want to feel the pain of leaving them. Comfortable in isolation, Azazael moves through the world like the sands of Jato, always known but never understood. [b][color=f4ca7b]Habits:[/color][/b] Rolling his right shoulder when restless; Shifting the shackle on his wrist when nervous; Grasping to a piece of fabric he keeps in his pocket when scared. [b][color=f4ca7b]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Armoursmithing, Weaponsmithing & Woodcarving [b][color=f4ca7b]Fears:[/color][/b] Love (Philophobia) & Sleep (Hypnophobia) [b][color=f4ca7b]Likes:[/color][/b] Heat, Breeze, Sex, Goats, Pain, Battle [b][color=f4ca7b]Dislikes:[/color][/b] Alcohol, Darkness, Pride, Birds, Wealth, Noise [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]Skills[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [color=f4ca7b][i][center]A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered.[/center][/i][/color] [list] [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Navigation (Master):[/color][/b] Due to his constant, solitary, wondering, Azazael has had to master all forms of navigation, whether it be map-reading, by sun, stars, or other natural features. He can tell in almost any environment where the nearest sign of civilization would be. [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Survival (Journeyman):[/color][/b] At times, Azazael has been forced to go for days in the desert with minimal supplies, a hard task, even without the numerous injuries and copious amounts of blood loss he often faced.He’s managed to accrue a better than average knowledge of how to survive in one of the most harsh environments known, and while not all this knowledge can be transferred to others, a lot of it is universal. [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Swordsmanship (Expert):[/color][/b] More often than not, when helping people, a sword hand has been more than necessary, the repeated use of his scimitar has made it a part of him. It helps that he crafted it himself. [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Haemomancy (Master):[/color][/b] A unique, painful form of magic, at least in Azazael’s world. He can manipulate his own blood or the blood of those he has killed to his benefit. The skill in this was instantly granted, rather than learnt, at the same time he gained the power. [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Smithing (Expert):[/color][/b] In order to make at least a bit of money to get by, Azazael often aids smiths where he travels, and through that process he has trained under some of the best smiths in the world, slowly building up his own skill, and making a few pieces for himself in the meantime. [/list] [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]Talents & Powers[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [color=f4ca7b][i][center]A listing of unique powers, magic, artifacts, and techniques. A maximum of four only.[/center][/i][/color] [list] [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Haemomancy:[/color][/b] Granted to Azazael by Demons, this power causes pain no matter how it is used. He can control his own blood, once spilled, or the blood of those he has killed. He can use it as blades, projectiles, anything he can think of. Of course the volume of blood available limits his constructions. [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Blessed Wings:[/color][/b] Granted to Azazael by Angels, these wings grant flight to their user upon a single thought, and only appear when in use. He can fly up to speeds of 20mph. [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Blade of Justice:[/color][/b] A blade forged by Azazael’s own hand. The only thing special about it is the affinity he shares with it. He knows every single thing about this blade, and with a unique grip to fit his hand he can wield it expertly. [/list] [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=f4ca7b]Parents:[/color][/b] Evelynn & Adonis Redde – Both loved and both deceased [b][color=f4ca7b]Siblings:[/color][/b] None [b][color=f4ca7b]Childhood:[/color][/b] Azazael was born and raised in the small town of Leams, Jato. His mother was a Priestess in the local church and his father was the town smith, they argued often, but it was never revealed to Azazael as to what they were arguing about. No matter how much they argued, they would always stick to one another, and defend their lover whenever needed. At the age of 12, Azazael was bundled out of the house by his father with no explanation. Once they had gotten at least a mile between themselves and the town, his father explained. There had been a religious uprising, people favoured new, kinder Gods as sources of comfort rather than the harsh Gods of the desert Evelynn supported. The church was broken into and everyone inside was slaughtered. Azazael’s father was weeping, and they held each other until they fell asleep. It was hard to sleep long as the nights were incredibly short out here, so they had to get on the move. Adonis and Azazael wandered the deserts, picking up odd jobs and helping wherever they could, often for money. While on a job hunting a group that were terrorising a small town, not unlike Azazael’s hometown, Adonis passed out from heat exhaustion, worn out by the years upon years that they had been living like this. Azazael was on his own, it was at this point, at the age of 16, that he considered himself a man. [b][color=f4ca7b]Adulthood:[/color][/b] The next few years were tough on Azazael. He continued as he did with his father, but it was much, much harder. Without a guide or someone to support him, work was much more scarce. On top of that, going through puberty in a life such as this was hard. The lusts of the flesh that Azazael felt could not go unnoticed, and he often found himself in brothels or bars looking for someone to spend his last bit of money on. While at a brothel, Azazael was approached by a well-dressed, well-postured woman. As he started pulling out whatever money he had left, she placed her hand on his thigh, and spoke, “I can see you’ve been having a hard time out here honey. What about I give you something more than what you normally ask for.” Her voice was powerful and seductive, and as he stared at her with suspicion, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “power, for example,” and as she did, she stabbed him 17 times in the heart. Reaching for his sword, Azazael collapsed onto the ground, clasping at his chest. Expecting a hole flowing with blood, instead he found it peppered with scars. “A gift from Lucifer, you should already know what it is.” He did, for some reason; he knew what his gift, if one could call it that, was. He used his newfound Haemomancy rarely, as it was hard to sustain, but it was incredibly useful for him, and Azazael found himself wealthier than ever. What he did not notice, however, is how much of a monster he had become with his new wealth, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Upon one night of debauchery and violence, Azazael stepped outside to admire his own excellence, and was met by a woman herding some goat into a nearby pen. “You’re a bad man now. You disappoint me.” Azazael drew his sword, but was stopped in his tracks. “Let me change that.” The woman said, and with a flash of fire she was gone. At first feeling no change, Azazael stepped back inside, ready for more of his party, but now, the images in front of him disgusted him. He ran from the house, and really, he’s never stopped running. He discovered his power of flight later, when stuck inside a chasm, and was frightened at first but now almost feels more at home in the air than on land. Azazael now uses both of his powers for the good of the people, and no longer tries to get jobs for money, he only makes as much as he needs, and helps those who seem to need it most, as he works for free, and a lot of people can’t afford to pay. He’s in constant fear of becoming a bad man, as he knows that the thoughts of Lucifer are still in his head. For example, something still present his is almost unquenchable lust, but, he knows he can beat the curse that has been placed on him. [b][color=f4ca7b]Special Moments:[/color][/b] The things that most stick out are gaining and first using his two powers, and he’s always drawn back to life before all of this happened, to memories of home, and that frightens him. [b][color=f4ca7b]Current Events:[/color][/b] Nothing in particular, Azazael was just soaring through the air towards the nearest town, looking for jobs as usual, might be a bit interesting to suddenly discover himself surrounded by ruins. [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]World[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=f4ca7b]Climate:[/color][/b] The Deserts of Jato’s climate is kinda in the name. But, for more explanation, the near-endless deserts are peppered with rivers and oases, but, as you’d expect, water, and nutrients are hard to come by. Towns tend to be focused around these bodies of water, and those that aren’t dredge it up from deep underground, and they all hunt whatever they can find. The deserts are all surrounded by sea, and it’s unknown to the people of Jato as to whether anything lies over the water. (There is, if you want more information on the areas outside Jato I’d be happy to oblige.) [b][color=f4ca7b]Ruling(s):[/color][/b] Jato is not really a kingdom, each town tends to be independently run, there’s more just a law of the land which is pretty non-existent anyways, just, if you do something bad to someone, expect it to come back to you one day. [b][color=f4ca7b]History:[/color][/b] Humans on Jato were there as humans become anywhere. Evolution. Their history is relatively simple, towns were formed, pacts made and broken, wars broke out between different towns, religions formed, but nothing of any significance has really ever changed how the people of Jato live. [b][color=f4ca7b]Notes:[/color][/b] Magic: Magic is rare on Jato, only tending to be granted by figures of power. It’s unknown how much magic actually exists on Jato. Creatures: Goats, birds, animals you’d expect in a desert, huge sand worms, giant beetles, dinosaur-like reptilians, krakens in the sea, fish, sea scorpions, angels and demons. Religion: There are many religions peppered all over Jato, and they all fight for who is right, but in actuality they all believe in the same ideology, angels and demons, some just believe they’re the other way around. Angels and Demons on Jato are incredibly powerful humanoid figures, argued to be the originators of all magic on Jato, but no one truly knows anything about them, as they can disappear and appear at the blink of an eye. [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]Relations[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [color=f4ca7b][center]* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other * [/center][/color] [list] [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Name:[/color][/b] Description [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Name:[/color][/b] Description [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Name:[/color][/b] Description [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Name:[/color][/b] Description [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Name:[/color][/b] Description [*] [b][color=f4ca7b]Name:[/color][/b] Description [/list] [h3][b][i][color=f4ca7b][center]Extras (Optional)[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=f4ca7b]Character Quote:[/color][/b] Tonight we pour the water from our bowls, the warmth from our hearths, and the breath from our flock. We bring an end to these necessities, not for their destruction, but in their honour. For in their absence, we can truly see their glory. [b][color=f4ca7b]Theme Song:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQHC4zwDYYY]Carissimi's Jephte[/url] [b][color=f4ca7b]Aura Color:[/color][/b] A soft white aura that contains within a much more violent, fiery red. [b][color=f4ca7b]Scent:[/color][/b] Sand, mostly. And sweat, lots of sweat. Occasionally blood. [b][color=f4ca7b]Anything Else:[/color][/b] - [/hider]