ANUBIS, azrael murdock

[Azrael Anubis]

I go by teej, and my time zone is EST. I found this site by making it. You can contact me by any means.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Azrael Murdock Anubis.

AGE:

He appears twenty-seven.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight. Very, very straight.

SPECIES:

Human. Angel, Guardian Angel, Fallen Angel, Lesser Demon.

NATIONALITY:

Icelandic/American.

OCCUPATION:

Unemployed He got a job! Pianist!

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

With eyes of a dark gold tainted with a polychromatic shimmer of blue, Azrael doesn’t really seem human with those abnormal eyes that appear one color one way, and another the next. Like normal humans, his pupil is rounded, though if filled with a stronger emotion such as adrenaline and or rage, they somewhat change into slits – but it’s not fully noticeable unless very close. His hair is that of a very dark brown; you can safely say it’s black if you wish. That glob of hair remains slightly spiky and short. Azrael has trimmed sideburns running just above his jaw – call it a slight design he conjured up. Peach is his skin tone and his build I average toward the muscular side, thanks to those demonic genes of his. Feathered wings he has but kept hidden due to his ability to. They’re mainly a dark gray, though there are variants of shades of gray with his wings; darker more towards his back and lighter more at the tips. Now everyone wears clothes and so does he – but his clothing stays dark and almost giving him an anti-social vibe. Yup; leave him alone.

CELEB CLAIM:

Dero Goi. Garrett Hedlund.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Looks like Azrael was up the wrong tree, for his personality is almost everything but friendly. Sure he may actually be nice and converse, but with that blunt tongue and high sense of individuality – he believes what he thinks to be right and you incorrect. Nothing, or so he thinks, can change that out of him. He will speak what he wants to speak, bias, or whatever else; he’d speak his mind. Sometimes he seems kind of mellow… Not really give a crap what you say to him. Insults are only as good as the insulter tended for them to be, and apparently they don’t have much effect on Azrael. To him they’re just ‘words’. You can say all you want to him; he isn’t bleeding. Though yes, sometimes a few insults get to him, but that rarely happens. He’s kind of mellow in that department – just not really caring. And why would he ‘care’ about much besides his own skin? Azrael is a selfish little nutcase and it shows in some situations. Along with that selfishness is greed, lust, envy, and wrath. Azrael isn’t a happy camper and if someone angers him he just might want to rip that pretty little face off of your shoulders.

Morals are few to nonexistent with him. He seemed to lost all respect and morals in heaven before he fell. Probably why he doesn’t give a rat’s butt what people think or do. He’d probably do the same since now he’s a free spirit with nothing holding him down anymore, nothing restraining him – and he loves it. Azrael isn’t much of a lusting man, but if someone offers, he’d accept it. After all, what’s the harm anyways? Anger, anger, anger… Azrael isn’t a happy camper half of the time. His visage is almost one of anger and or of no amusement. Azrael isn’t one to easily anger, but if you managed to push that one button, he is like a hurricane – wanting nothing but to be satisfied with your body limp on the ground. Pleasing Azrael for more than five minutes is hard… This man gets bored rather quickly as things lose their value quick for him. Having little care and patience, Azrael is a hard one to deal with. But know what? You’d get use to his behavior as long as you don’t bug him – though he may try something with that amount of time.

LIKES:

Alcohol, women, bars, clubs, wen religious items get damaged or maimed, smoking, anything that makes him feel relaxed, pranking people when he’s not lazy, solitude for the most part, encountering people that know when to shut up and face the music.

DISLIKES:

Feeling sick, not getting what he wants, rain water, the church, anything that has to do with god, religious people, people that say “bless you, child” and other related terms, when people take his drugs, when people take his seat or spot, having to rely on his magic in means of escaping, when his son cries.

SECRETS:

He has a twin brother that is actually successful, unlike himself. Also, a secret is that he was a priest; he wouldn’t want anyone to know what he was before.

FEARS:

Going to heaven. Going to hell. Losing his child or anyone else he cares for.

DREAMS:

That one day when his son is all grown up, that the child would love and respect him.

STRENGTHS:

The strength of not giving a darn. High tolerance to anything. Heightened senses. The ability to vanish and reappear. Somewhat high tolerance of pain. Flight.

WEAKNESSES:

When words do get to him, he is quite left in the open. Women. Money. Drugs of any kind. The mentioning of family and kin.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

“I remember it like it was yesterday… When I died…”

Like any heavily religious family, they followed the teachings of this “god”. Like any religious family, they went every Sunday, and possibly more. Like any family, they brought up their little girl to follow these teachings and morals. Like any family… They watched their children get married by the church. This woman married a man of the same faith, and the two of them left the comfort of their homes to have one of their own. This was where they started a new life as well as created life. Out in another city they started their family. It just consisted of a mother and a father until one day Rebecca announced that she was pregnant. The husband Legion couldn’t be happier – he was finally going to be a father. Nine months later Rebecca gave birth to not one baby, but two. Twins… Azrael and Azazeal – their little boys… Like any religions family, they brought their children up with the same morals and teachings that they did. Azrael and Azazeal were good little boys – almost always spotted with a smile on their façade. As Azazeal went to get an education in the field of mechanic, Azrael went on a total different path – one to become a priest. His parents were both happy with what he was doing – him and his brother. What can I say, he was brought up to believe the word of god, and like a good boy, he did without second thought. Actually, he believed so much that he was devoting his life to the man. As his brother worked with mechanics and started to exceed his abilities for it, Azrael was living in a monastery, practicing the priesthood training and all that. He wasn’t a priest yet, but more of a servant – a young man in training. Occasionally he helped in the mass, but other than that, he stayed behind and studied the bible and other works. Until one day… One of the priests gave Azrael an option of helping with communion one day. It was something the young man didn’t refuse.

Side by side with the priest, Azrael helped with the mass and towards the end, was with the priest out front, giving people their holy communion. As he was giving people the wine, Azrael started to get nervous and accidentally tipped the glass too much. Apologizing, Azrael moved to the side so the people didn’t step on the spilt wine. Finishing up the mass and watching people leave, the priest and the servers left and Azrael went to clean the wine he spilled up front. With a little rag form the back, Azrael walked to the front to wipe it up, but something happened. He slipped on some droplets of the wine by the main spill. In an attempt to catch his balance, he took a step down, but that didn’t help. The young man fell back and hit his head on one of the granite steps. With a crack, his body slipped down the single step and those eyes that seemed full of life soon grew hazy as blood… Leaked from his head. It was tragic for Azrael’s family. Even the priests in the monastery were saddened, but with what Azrael believed as well as the families he was a part of – he was in heaven. So close to being a priest but his life cut short. When they found his body lifeless and bloody on the floor, the family did what was needed. When he died… His soul took form and walking up some steps, he reached heaven itself. Given wings and a new life, Azrael finally served heaven’s realm and not the human realm. Though as he continued to be loyal, something started to bug him… Slowly and surely he was starting to doubt.

A few days later, Azrael watched his funeral form the heavens above – seeing his family weep and grieve. You had no idea how terrible he felt… A part of him felt like it was his fault. Maybe if he was more careful and not a klutz? Maybe… If he acted more like a twin and copied his brother, he wouldn’t have caused so much grief in his family. After his death, Azrael served heaven as well as watched his family from above. That was when he noticed things… How ‘faithful’ people actually weren’t… And how his family was tearing itself apart thanks to his death. So because he died, they blamed this god of it? At first Azrael thought they were fools to think this way, but after some pondering, his mind slowly started to turn to a Thomas… A Doubting Thomas… Before he could say anything about it, Azrael was introduced to a hierarchy of angels higher up; the guardians. You know – for he was such a good little boy. They were privileged to getting closer to earth and going into contact with people. Accepting this new job, Azrael went out to be a guardian angel. As he served heaven still, he was still seeing things in a gray light. Heaven wasn’t as good as they led it to be… It was too bright, too peaceful, no fun, no nothing… Let alone every faithful person he saw below wasn’t faithful at all… Even the people he was guarding on earth… It was pathetic. Sickening… And how come he never saw this “god” anyways? Doubt was taking form… And a little rebellion was bubbling like an ebullition inside of him.

Sadly, he wasn’t the only one thinking of this… These doubting thoughts. Until one day, he finally just had it. Sick and tired of these lies, these stupid rules he had to follow, Azrael grabbed his halo and threw it on the ground, yelling and raising his voice – speaking words that would only end him getting kicked out. It was anarchy he somewhat started – getting other angels to side with him. It didn’t last long though. Even higher angels manage to stop their little riot, their little rebellion. Apparently having orders from the “god” above to make them fallen and not go to hell, Azrael and some others were kicked out of heaven – one day to maybe return if they picked up their act. Before Azrael was thrown out, he gave the bird to the brightest light out there – assuming it to be “god” – and he would be right… So tempted to just give the rebellious fallen an open ticket to hell, the “god” above was nice and gave him one last chance to pick up his act… A chance Azrael deliberately tossed aside. As if flipping the man above was bad enough, Azrael thought it was a good idea to start to disfigure religious figures and defile religious items. His little fits were rewarded with him being dragged into hell. And know what Azrael did? Welcomed it with open arms, per se.

Bad idea, though. Hell wasn’t better at all; in fact it was kind of worse. From boring, too peaceful and uptight, to painful, agony, and more pain. Azrael was ripped apart, torn, beaten, slaughtered multiple times like an animal. His wings were clawed at, feathers ripped, but like if it was his last safe haven, he protected them as much as he could. It was in hell that Azrael changed… From human to angel, to now a demon. He wasn’t a powerful one, but a lesser one… For he changed from something once was so holy to now something lower than the scum on the bottom of your boots. Though Azrael didn’t care. When he escaped hell, or was he set free to wreak havoc, Azrael was enraged at everything and everyone. Heaven, hell, the human world… They were his enemy… Until a few years passed and he calmed down to a more mellow state… To this day he wanders; living this new life as low as he can; with no religion to tie him down, no morals to restrain him. Now he was a free spirit.

FAMILY LIFE:

Mother Legion is his father; he’s engineer. Rebecca is his mother; she is a secretary. Azazeal is his twin brother, he is a mechanic.

Via RP: He has a child: half demon x angel hybrid boy named Alistair, though Azrael calls him Ali.

OTHER:

Negative.

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