Azrael (just started)

[Azrael]

Azrael

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Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.[/center]

Name: Azrael
Age/Age Appearance:5,475,623,521 years, looks 30
Species: Angel
Rank: Second Choir, 'Angel of Death'
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Side You Fight For: Neutral

Height: 5'10
Weight: 145
Angelic/Demonic Form: Six Wings of Light covered in eyes.
Physical Description (Human): Azrael's look could be described in one word, and that is rugged. He is able to pull off a rugged bad boy look that deffinitley fits his personality.
Playby: Collin Farrell

Likes
• Freedom
• Smoking
• Women
• Staying Neutral
• Alcohol
• Control
• Music
• His playing ground aka: Earth

Dislikes
• Being told what to do
• Following orders
• Anyone who talks down to him
• Constraints
• Being pushed into a corner
• Heaven
• Hell
• Anyone who gets in his way during work
• Showing weakness

Secrets
• He acts like a bad ass, but he'd rather avoid conflict than geting in the middle of it.
• He likes his position on Earth and doesn't want to relinquish any of his power.

Personailty: At least two full paragraphs.

Father: God
Siblings: The other Archangels
History:
At least three paragraphs

Roleplay example:

From a previous rp

Darkness was the second to last plague in the bible accompanied by weeping and the gnashing of teeth. But was darkness really a plague in such a scenario? Think about it. If you were going to be eviscerated through means ‘gnashing teeth’ while you were still alive, would you really want to see it coming? Darkness was not a plague, or a burden, but the last mercy bestowed upon a doomed species.

Light was attributed to so many positive things that it couldn’t possibly be real. There was nothing in this fallen world so completely without faults. Why should light be an exception? Light even had the title of being faster than anything on earth. And, admittedly, it was an incredible speed, blinding even … but, no matter how fast light traveled, when it arrived, it always find that the darkness was already there, waiting.

Art had it right. Maybe not so much the artists, if that makes sense at all, but art had the right idea. Darkness was simply a contrast to light and vice versa. They were companions in a greater purpose of unknown clarity. One did not exist without the other. They could no more outshine each other than they could hide each other. If you stared at a painting, not to decipher the artist’s meaning, or apply text book learned theories about techniques, but just let your eyes absorb the painting, you could see that darkness was as much an instrument of creation as was light. But it was darkness that lured you. It was the shadows that added perspective to the abundance of both the earnest and the false light.

For all Kisa’s defenses and embraces of the darkness, it still had its faults. Just as too much light was blinding, so was prolonged exposure to the dark. The devoid vacuity had drained her of all the things that tormented those of the light. And, in turn, this emptiness, this vacancy of humanity was her predetermined torment. Apathy in its truest form had seized her ability to feel anything of real value. Anger was easy. Lust was easy. Even small bouts of excitement squeaked through every now and again. But those were the surface feelings that held no true depth.

This was her life and with the often paradoxical madness of her mind, Kisa told herself she was content with that dissatisfaction. A frequently chanted sentiment as she attempted to convince herself of what was not true. Another benevolent lie to keep her from fading away into the despair located in the darkest of darkness that didn’t hold the appeal of serenity and luminescence, but treacherous torment and hopelessness.

But in this brief and bewildering encounter with this strangely familiar woman whose captivating eyes seemed to really see her rather than looking at her, or through her. It was like this woman saw into her, completely disregarding the gates of darkness and circles of light that Kisa usually halted others with. And then those three little words deconstructed any semblance of a defense that still stood or had begun trying to repair itself. ”Am I forgiven?”

Well … was she?

In that moment, with those supernal touches pressing against her the skin of her neck, Kisa hit with a brick wall of realization: While you were angry and unforgiving with someone, or even something, it took up room in your heart. You weren't quite as happy as you could be...you couldn't quite feel as loving towards other people...you were not at your best. This condition remained until you could forgive. If you happened to find yourself angry and unforgiving with yet another person during this time, your heart became even more crowded, and you were even less able to love and be happy.

And then the revelation became frightening. What happened to a person who was habitually angry … very angry, with other people and then just went about life, leaving the incidents behind? In fact, isn’t that how she had lived her life? What would her heart turn into? What the hell was it now? Were there all of these little corners and pieces of her heart that were hard, angry, and occupying all the free space? Was she even capable of loving anymore? And even if she had the answers to these questions, one lingered: Could she do anything to change it?

Yes? Another benevolent lie? Another attempt to mask the depressing truths? Or maybe it was the truth trying to desperately overcome her somnolent existence. Such circular thinking could make a girl’s head hurt. Answer already! Easy to think, but harder to do since it detracted from her figuring out what to say in response. Would a simple ‘yes’ suffice? Did Kisa even know what she was forgiving? Did it even matter? The answer was no to all of those questions, forcing Kisa, once again, to place her lips on the other woman, but in a way that muted the stranger, preventing her from inciting anymore speechless or epiphany filled moments.

Real Name: Dani
Age: 19
Length You Have Been Roleplaying: 2 and a half years
How Did You Find Us: Nic
Password: Sheol

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