Post by Azrael Aurelis on Jun 12, 2018 10:09:54 GMT -5
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Character's full name:
Azrael Augustus Aurelis
Age:
Appears mid to late twenties, actual age is 2,457.
Group Species:
Demi-God
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Good....ish/Evil When Masked
Features:
6'4" 280 lbs, long dark hair and tattoos covering chest, arms, back and most of neck.
Please supply a character image if possible:
Model's name: Jason Momoa
Personality:
Azrael at first is quiet and collected, choosing to observe people around him and their actions and mannerisms before adjusting himself to match accordingly. He has a very warm and kind heart beneath the exterior of the warrior and will die fighting for anyone he holds close to his heart. At the same time he can be quite cold and calloused when met with the average person or someone whom he doesn't care for. He is very sarcastic at times, portraying an impenetrable mental wall externally, and quite often will do and say things simply to amuse himself as he doesn't consider consequences of his actions very often, due to his physical prowess and overall lack of fear of anyone else.
This can be a curse as well, as he often finds himself getting into trouble that could have been easily avoided simply because he chooses to provoke enemies and make enemies out of people he dislikes. Once his temper is reached and he is angered he is an unstoppable force that will not cease until the object of his rage is a bloody pulp.
When he is under the influence of his mask he is psychotic and maniacal. The bloodthirst he experiences completely consumes him and he loses every part of his conscious self, falling into the far evil spectrum. His only concerns and desires at this point is death and destruction on the largest scale possible.
Likes:
- Television (He is absolutely fascinated by any modern technology, but mostly by tv.)
- Combat (The thrill of the fight, the adrenaline rush, everything feeds the warrior inside.)
- Kitties (Upon seeing any type of cat or kitten he will instantly turn into the biggest softy in the entire world, it is quite ridiculous.)
- Alcohol (He loooooves his drink. Typical mortals would succumb to alcohol poisoning or addiction but he has the liver of a God.)
- 90's Rap Music (Wu-Tang Clan really ain't nothin' to f*** with.)
Dislikes:
- Garbage disposals (They scare the shit out of him.)
- Pretentious attitudes (It grates him to his core and makes him want to knock them down a peg or two.)
- Vampires/Demons/Creatures of the Night (Naturally his enemies, he has a blind hatred for anything undead.)
- Guns (Completely obscene and cowardly weapons.)
- Vegetables (He is a carnivore through and through.)
Strengths:
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Inhuman strength on top of his already muscular and strong physique, stronger than most vampires, almost on par with a Slayer's.
*
Inhuman speed, somewhere between a vampire's and a Slayer's.
*
Natural ability to fight ingrained in his instincts. Due to his lineage and upbringing combat is second nature to him.
*
Damage resistance. He can take a hell of a beating and keep coming.
*
An ability to sense vampires and demons that are nearby, much like a Slayer's.
Weaknesses:
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The Mask of Raeko. An ancient and magical mask that he was imprisoned in for thousands of years. When placed on him or when it finds it's way on to his face it completely takes over his mind, replacing it with the sadistic killer Raeko.
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Magic. He has no defenses against a magical attack.
*
His blood smells specially sweet to vampires and demons alike, so they gravitate towards him when catching a scent. Which can lead to him being outnumbered.
*
A pretty face. He is a guy, a fairly shallow one at that, and when met with a pretty face he becomes a dumb guy and can be somewhat swayed and manipulated if the person is attractive enough.
*
Alcohol. He can't turn it down when offered most of the time, and can be incapacitated due to the drink if done properly and with enough quantities.
*
Kitties. He just really loves kitties.
History:
In ancient Sparta, Greece, the Spartans were renown for their battlefield strength and strategy. Warlords of their day and more importantly, the most dangerous faction within Greece at the time. After a successful campaign against the Persian armies, the God of War himself, Ares, was quite pleased with how well the Spartans had fought. He decided he was going to gift the city-state with a prize of his own making. He sent his worshipers to find the fairest and strongest of all the Spartan women, someone both beautiful and deadly with a sword, and his followers found such a woman, bringing her back to his temple.
In the night Ares came to the woman and impregnated her, revealing that he was gifting Sparta with a warrior they could be proud of, to take them from their small city-state and turn it into a vast empire. He would be the spearhead at the front of a massive movement of bloodshed and conquest, that was to be his destiny, and as the child was born that is exactly how the people of Sparta raised him. He was their champion, their warrior savior to be, and they poured every bit of training and knowledge into the child that they could.
As he grew, he grew strong and fierce. He excelled in every aspect of his training, far surpassing his peers much older than him in strength and skill. However his destiny as a great war lord was cut short when the vampires first began appearing in Sparta.
For years there had been rumors from Athens of creatures that came in the night and drained the life out of people, of demonic figures that would appear and slaughter tiny villages on the outskirts of major cities, but the people of Sparta had dismissed these rumors as just that, pure speculation. They were Sparta, they were strong and could not be matched. They were soon proven wrong as their numbers began dwindling rapidly. Every morning there would be wailing and crying in the streets as entire families would be taken from their homes, drained corpses, and then stories of those who had formerly been killed being seen doing the killings now were reported as well.
It was only when a traveling merchant came across Sparta that they learned of the creatures names "Lamia" or Vampire.
The ruling elite of Sparta knew that their only hope of survival would be giving up their dreams as conquering warlords and instead focusing on saving their own people. So as Azrael grew closer to the age of adulthood, he was given the responsibility of defending Sparta in any way he saw fit, and he was given his own small army of men to accomplish this task.
Azrael quickly realized he was a natural at hunting and spent every night prowling the streets and city walls searching for his prey. Within a year the death toll had almost ceased completely as Azrael slaughtered through the various groups of vampires and demons that had established strongholds within the city. Only the last and strongest of the demon clans stood in his way.
They had taken residence in what was formally a large arena for gladiator-style combat. Azrael's scouts had confirmed that there was nearly a hundred demons within the clan and nearly all of them were warrior class. Their leader, Raeko, was said to be the most vile demon in creation and unparalleled with his skills in magic. The demon Raeko wore an elongated pure white mask with twin red streaks running from forehead to mouth going over each eye, it was a truly terrifying sight to behold.
Azrael set his army on the stronghold and an epic and horrifying battle began that shook the very foundations of Sparta as it was waged. After some time Azrael managed to break through the melee and was finally able to confront Raeko face to face. The two locked into battle and fought furiously for a long time with neither seeming to be able to gain the edge over the other.
Azrael quickly leaned his body backwards and to the right as Raeko shot a streak of magical flame straight towards him, barely catching his left shoulder, but enough so that he could feel it searing through the skin and first layer of muscle. Gritting in agony Azrael continued the motion of his lean, spinning his body around counter-clockwise and using the momentum of the spin to bring his sword around in a lightning-fast arc, feeling the blade come into contact with Raeko's chest, scraping along and finally cutting into the skin, causing Raeko to gasp in pain and surprise. Azrael wasted no time and quickly brought his blade back and then forwards and up, cleanly slicing into Raeko's heart.
For a few moments time stood still as the demi-god grasped the blade buried to the hilt in the chest of the demon, his dark eyes locked onto the demon's glowing reds beneath the mask. Finally the demon let out a gargle and choked, the last breath leaving his body as the glow from his eyes faded. The mask fell to the side, not making a single sound as it bounced off of the solid floor. Azrael withdrew his sword, letting the body of his fallen enemy crumble to the ground and he leaned down to pick up the mask, his trophy, and raised it high for the remaining demons and his warriors to see.
The remaining demons quickly surrendered, realizing their leader had been defeated and they had no hope, and a roaring cheer came from Azrael's companions as they knew the battle was finally over.
As Azrael went to the lower the mask it suddenly suctioned onto his face, gripping it with both hands he fell backwards trying to pry it off. A red glow began emitting from the mask itself covering Azrael's general area, at the same time he could hear a chuckle coming from Raeko's mouth as he lay in the position he'd fallen. Fear gripped Azrael as he realized he had been tricked, the demon had sacrificed his life so they could take Azrael out of the picture.
Suddenly Azrael was sucked into the mask itself, the red glow roaring around the masks frame as it hung suspended in mid-air for several moments before falling to the ground, the glow disappearing as well as Azrael.
For years the Spartans kept this mask in their royal chambers, reminding leaders for several generations of the sacrifice of their strongest warrior that kept them safe. After the Romans invaded it was sold off to a merchant as they scrapped anything of value within the royal chambers, and from there it traveled the world, and into the modern day it began making the museum circuit, its true history long forgotten. It was simply shown as a mask from the ancient world of unknown origins.
Finally the mask made its way to Sunnydale, as the town was being rebuilt and the local museum of history that was in construction would need new exhibits. Displayed in clear glass it was shown to the California town, little known to anyone around that it contained Azrael locked within, and there it sits now to this day, waiting for the catalyst that will release him.
The Mask of Raeko:
The mask itself may be used by anyone who finds it. It binds with the person, dominating their personality completely as the sadistic demon Raeko will take over their body and use it to slaughter anyone around. The mask has a time limit however and will temporarily lose its power and hold over a person after about 30 minutes of use.
However it would be hard for anyone to claim ownership of the mask, as it will find its way to Azrael regardless of where it is. It is attached to him magically and will appear whereever he is at times and will sometimes even find its way onto Azrael's face, taking him over and causing him to go on a rampage.
(I figured my first thread can be someone freeing him from the mask accidentally and all the fun stuff that'll come with it.)
How many characters do you already have here?
0
Character's full name:
Azrael Augustus Aurelis
Age:
Appears mid to late twenties, actual age is 2,457.
Group Species:
Demi-God
Gender:
Male
Alignment:
Good....ish/Evil When Masked
Features:
6'4" 280 lbs, long dark hair and tattoos covering chest, arms, back and most of neck.
Please supply a character image if possible:
Model's name: Jason Momoa
Personality:
Azrael at first is quiet and collected, choosing to observe people around him and their actions and mannerisms before adjusting himself to match accordingly. He has a very warm and kind heart beneath the exterior of the warrior and will die fighting for anyone he holds close to his heart. At the same time he can be quite cold and calloused when met with the average person or someone whom he doesn't care for. He is very sarcastic at times, portraying an impenetrable mental wall externally, and quite often will do and say things simply to amuse himself as he doesn't consider consequences of his actions very often, due to his physical prowess and overall lack of fear of anyone else.
This can be a curse as well, as he often finds himself getting into trouble that could have been easily avoided simply because he chooses to provoke enemies and make enemies out of people he dislikes. Once his temper is reached and he is angered he is an unstoppable force that will not cease until the object of his rage is a bloody pulp.
When he is under the influence of his mask he is psychotic and maniacal. The bloodthirst he experiences completely consumes him and he loses every part of his conscious self, falling into the far evil spectrum. His only concerns and desires at this point is death and destruction on the largest scale possible.
Likes:
- Television (He is absolutely fascinated by any modern technology, but mostly by tv.)
- Combat (The thrill of the fight, the adrenaline rush, everything feeds the warrior inside.)
- Kitties (Upon seeing any type of cat or kitten he will instantly turn into the biggest softy in the entire world, it is quite ridiculous.)
- Alcohol (He loooooves his drink. Typical mortals would succumb to alcohol poisoning or addiction but he has the liver of a God.)
- 90's Rap Music (Wu-Tang Clan really ain't nothin' to f*** with.)
Dislikes:
- Garbage disposals (They scare the shit out of him.)
- Pretentious attitudes (It grates him to his core and makes him want to knock them down a peg or two.)
- Vampires/Demons/Creatures of the Night (Naturally his enemies, he has a blind hatred for anything undead.)
- Guns (Completely obscene and cowardly weapons.)
- Vegetables (He is a carnivore through and through.)
Strengths:
*
Inhuman strength on top of his already muscular and strong physique, stronger than most vampires, almost on par with a Slayer's.
*
Inhuman speed, somewhere between a vampire's and a Slayer's.
*
Natural ability to fight ingrained in his instincts. Due to his lineage and upbringing combat is second nature to him.
*
Damage resistance. He can take a hell of a beating and keep coming.
*
An ability to sense vampires and demons that are nearby, much like a Slayer's.
Weaknesses:
*
The Mask of Raeko. An ancient and magical mask that he was imprisoned in for thousands of years. When placed on him or when it finds it's way on to his face it completely takes over his mind, replacing it with the sadistic killer Raeko.
*
Magic. He has no defenses against a magical attack.
*
His blood smells specially sweet to vampires and demons alike, so they gravitate towards him when catching a scent. Which can lead to him being outnumbered.
*
A pretty face. He is a guy, a fairly shallow one at that, and when met with a pretty face he becomes a dumb guy and can be somewhat swayed and manipulated if the person is attractive enough.
*
Alcohol. He can't turn it down when offered most of the time, and can be incapacitated due to the drink if done properly and with enough quantities.
*
Kitties. He just really loves kitties.
History:
In ancient Sparta, Greece, the Spartans were renown for their battlefield strength and strategy. Warlords of their day and more importantly, the most dangerous faction within Greece at the time. After a successful campaign against the Persian armies, the God of War himself, Ares, was quite pleased with how well the Spartans had fought. He decided he was going to gift the city-state with a prize of his own making. He sent his worshipers to find the fairest and strongest of all the Spartan women, someone both beautiful and deadly with a sword, and his followers found such a woman, bringing her back to his temple.
In the night Ares came to the woman and impregnated her, revealing that he was gifting Sparta with a warrior they could be proud of, to take them from their small city-state and turn it into a vast empire. He would be the spearhead at the front of a massive movement of bloodshed and conquest, that was to be his destiny, and as the child was born that is exactly how the people of Sparta raised him. He was their champion, their warrior savior to be, and they poured every bit of training and knowledge into the child that they could.
As he grew, he grew strong and fierce. He excelled in every aspect of his training, far surpassing his peers much older than him in strength and skill. However his destiny as a great war lord was cut short when the vampires first began appearing in Sparta.
For years there had been rumors from Athens of creatures that came in the night and drained the life out of people, of demonic figures that would appear and slaughter tiny villages on the outskirts of major cities, but the people of Sparta had dismissed these rumors as just that, pure speculation. They were Sparta, they were strong and could not be matched. They were soon proven wrong as their numbers began dwindling rapidly. Every morning there would be wailing and crying in the streets as entire families would be taken from their homes, drained corpses, and then stories of those who had formerly been killed being seen doing the killings now were reported as well.
It was only when a traveling merchant came across Sparta that they learned of the creatures names "Lamia" or Vampire.
The ruling elite of Sparta knew that their only hope of survival would be giving up their dreams as conquering warlords and instead focusing on saving their own people. So as Azrael grew closer to the age of adulthood, he was given the responsibility of defending Sparta in any way he saw fit, and he was given his own small army of men to accomplish this task.
Azrael quickly realized he was a natural at hunting and spent every night prowling the streets and city walls searching for his prey. Within a year the death toll had almost ceased completely as Azrael slaughtered through the various groups of vampires and demons that had established strongholds within the city. Only the last and strongest of the demon clans stood in his way.
They had taken residence in what was formally a large arena for gladiator-style combat. Azrael's scouts had confirmed that there was nearly a hundred demons within the clan and nearly all of them were warrior class. Their leader, Raeko, was said to be the most vile demon in creation and unparalleled with his skills in magic. The demon Raeko wore an elongated pure white mask with twin red streaks running from forehead to mouth going over each eye, it was a truly terrifying sight to behold.
Azrael set his army on the stronghold and an epic and horrifying battle began that shook the very foundations of Sparta as it was waged. After some time Azrael managed to break through the melee and was finally able to confront Raeko face to face. The two locked into battle and fought furiously for a long time with neither seeming to be able to gain the edge over the other.
Azrael quickly leaned his body backwards and to the right as Raeko shot a streak of magical flame straight towards him, barely catching his left shoulder, but enough so that he could feel it searing through the skin and first layer of muscle. Gritting in agony Azrael continued the motion of his lean, spinning his body around counter-clockwise and using the momentum of the spin to bring his sword around in a lightning-fast arc, feeling the blade come into contact with Raeko's chest, scraping along and finally cutting into the skin, causing Raeko to gasp in pain and surprise. Azrael wasted no time and quickly brought his blade back and then forwards and up, cleanly slicing into Raeko's heart.
For a few moments time stood still as the demi-god grasped the blade buried to the hilt in the chest of the demon, his dark eyes locked onto the demon's glowing reds beneath the mask. Finally the demon let out a gargle and choked, the last breath leaving his body as the glow from his eyes faded. The mask fell to the side, not making a single sound as it bounced off of the solid floor. Azrael withdrew his sword, letting the body of his fallen enemy crumble to the ground and he leaned down to pick up the mask, his trophy, and raised it high for the remaining demons and his warriors to see.
The remaining demons quickly surrendered, realizing their leader had been defeated and they had no hope, and a roaring cheer came from Azrael's companions as they knew the battle was finally over.
As Azrael went to the lower the mask it suddenly suctioned onto his face, gripping it with both hands he fell backwards trying to pry it off. A red glow began emitting from the mask itself covering Azrael's general area, at the same time he could hear a chuckle coming from Raeko's mouth as he lay in the position he'd fallen. Fear gripped Azrael as he realized he had been tricked, the demon had sacrificed his life so they could take Azrael out of the picture.
Suddenly Azrael was sucked into the mask itself, the red glow roaring around the masks frame as it hung suspended in mid-air for several moments before falling to the ground, the glow disappearing as well as Azrael.
For years the Spartans kept this mask in their royal chambers, reminding leaders for several generations of the sacrifice of their strongest warrior that kept them safe. After the Romans invaded it was sold off to a merchant as they scrapped anything of value within the royal chambers, and from there it traveled the world, and into the modern day it began making the museum circuit, its true history long forgotten. It was simply shown as a mask from the ancient world of unknown origins.
Finally the mask made its way to Sunnydale, as the town was being rebuilt and the local museum of history that was in construction would need new exhibits. Displayed in clear glass it was shown to the California town, little known to anyone around that it contained Azrael locked within, and there it sits now to this day, waiting for the catalyst that will release him.
The Mask of Raeko:
The mask itself may be used by anyone who finds it. It binds with the person, dominating their personality completely as the sadistic demon Raeko will take over their body and use it to slaughter anyone around. The mask has a time limit however and will temporarily lose its power and hold over a person after about 30 minutes of use.
However it would be hard for anyone to claim ownership of the mask, as it will find its way to Azrael regardless of where it is. It is attached to him magically and will appear whereever he is at times and will sometimes even find its way onto Azrael's face, taking him over and causing him to go on a rampage.
(I figured my first thread can be someone freeing him from the mask accidentally and all the fun stuff that'll come with it.)
