Oskar DiLondra

For the Glory of The Empire

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For the Glory of The Empire

Petunia Wake & Her Friend Crocell

Petunia

Age: 19
Gender: Female
Rank: Middle Class
Species: Human
Appearance: Around 5 foot 2, Petunia isn’t a particularly imposing figure, with midnight black hair and almost always wearing an equally dark dress. Her stern face matches her apparel, and if looks could kill, everyone she knows would be dead. Her build is nothing spectacular, slightly slim and not incredibly muscular. She has very little interest for trivial things such as exercise.
Personality: Petunia’s personality only sometimes matches the expression that appears permanently etched upon her face. She can be, at times, and when faced with opposition, cold and almost heartless. At times when she has no reason to act so, she tends to be quite talkative. Talkative, not chatty. If you engage her in a subject she is interested in or at least cares about, she will talk to you for hours upon end. However, if your drivel is of no interest to her, she will be curt, but not outright rude, she has to keep up appearances after all.

Her focus can sometimes be daunting to those who don’t know her very well, she could very well spend a day or two without food or drink if there was something more interesting than the basic necessities of life, which there often is, whether it’s studying Dæmonology, or communing with the great minds that have since passed from this world.

Being alone for the majority of her life, Petunia is not quite apt at reading the emotions of others, and can sometimes be incredibly inappropriate if she hasn’t quite read a situation correctly.
History: Petunia was born into a peasant family, and lived most of her young life in a state of comfortable ignorance, ignorant of the world outside, of the problems her parents faced, and of the dark force that was gathering around her part of town. At the age of 7, she noticed strange people lingering about her house, and before she had a chance to go and point it out to her father, they were crashing into their house with all the subtlety of a fireball. They bundled her out of her home, and the last thing she remembers of that day was a flash of bright light as it set on fire. She then screamed herself into a state of shock.

When she managed to regain her senses, she was in a darkened room, surrounded by the mysterious robed figures and hundreds upon hundreds of candles. In front of her lay an open book, and one of the figures in front of her whispered “Read.” So she did, she was so frightened that she never questioned what she was doing or why she was doing it; even though the book was in some strange dialect she had never seen before. The words stumbled out of her mouth, and her young mind struggled with a few of the longer words, but, eventually, she managed to reach the end of the page, and looked up at the strange people around her. They were completely still, the only movement being the flickering of the candles lighting the room. And then they all collapsed.

“Don’t be afraid, young girl.” A voice from the darkness whispered, disembodied, deep, but comforting. She nodded her head as a tear began to roll down her cheek, and almost screamed when the figure stepped out of the darkness.

“It’s okay child. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not a monster like they were.” The monster, not a monster, gestured to the motionless robed figures lying down around the room, and chuckled a little.

“I’m Crocell. And I’m going to help you.” It reached out it’s hand towards Petunia, and she slowly took it, rising to her feet, coming up to about the knees of the creature. She trailed after it, still holding its hand as it led them out of the room and into the sunlight.

“We’ll be able to do great things together.” And they did. Together, they defeated the cult that was summoning Crocell and other Dæmons, and managed to make a big enough mark to move up in the world, and have a comfortable life, pretty much working for the Empire. It was no surprise to Petunia and Crocell that the expedition across the crag was practically forced upon them.
Extra: Petunia’s only ability is to summon, order, and dismiss Crocell, but it’s not often that she has to do this, as she enjoys his company and he pretty much acts with his own intentions, as they have formed quite a close bond, but being the one who has summoned him, she does ultimately have the power to make him do as she wishes.

Crocell

Age: Centuries Old
Gender: Male
Rank: N/A
Species: Dæmon
Appearance: Crocell is an 7 foot 10 Dæmon with a pallid complexion and he constantly appears as if he is going to fade into the air, which is entirely possible for him to do when dismissed. He has rippling muscles, and his skin falls in strands as if it was an incredibly smooth fabric. His face is mostly featureless, with the exception of his mouth, from which echoes the voice of the deep below.
Personality: Crocell has a wicked personality, often tricking others into achieving his own goals, unless it comes to Petunia. With Petunia, he has a dark sense of humour and it is rumoured that he is the only being that can make her even chuckle. He is eternally calm, and his emotions are never extreme in any way. When Petunia is in danger, he calmly, but swiftly, comes to her aid, and he sometimes is on the verge of being cocky, a trait to be expected when you’re a centuries old demon amongst only decades old humans.
History Before being summoned by the mysterious robed cult, Crocell existed only in the underworld, his place of residence and origin. Within the hierarchy of Dæmons, Crocell isn’t a particularly strong one, his summon was almost a ‘test’ by the cultists, who had failed every previous summoning, and by some luck, had realised that a younger mind, with more potential, and innocence, was the one who had to complete the ritual.

Crocell ruled over a group of fifty or so lesser Dæmons, and even though they mostly revered him, there was a fair amount of uprisings against him, every single one of which he had thwarted. His group’s orders in the Underworld were to open paths to other worlds, and take them over to expand their realms, and perhaps this is why he was most susceptible to being summoned. The issue with Daemons is that, outside of their own realm, they are much less powerful than they would normally be, and therefore it is hard to take a realm by force, much easier to take it slowly, eventually working their way into the minds of the realm’s leaders.

His work was cut short by the summoning, and in his anger he was about to lash out at the person who was summoning him, until he noticed the fear they had, and how young they were. Once he was in the room, not be it physically, he was angered by the position the cultists had put her in, Dæmons do experience childhood, and so he knew fear. Once he’d dealt with the cultists and talked to the girl, he took her under his metaphorical wing, enlightening her on the arts of the underworld, and explaining everything about himself.
Extra: Crocell’s abilities are numerous, but unfortunately his power is greatly hampered by being in a realm other than his own, his abilities are:

• He may instantly teleport to Petunia’s side, but nowhere else, at least in this realm.
• He is twice as strong and twice as fast as a human knight would be.
• He can commune with the spirits of the deceased, and allow others to do so.
• His skin is tough and resistant to fire; in addition, he is immune to diseases and poisons.
• He has no need to sleep or eat or drink.

The Worldwalker

A Falling Angel – Azazael

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Azazael’s wings softly sliced through the air, the desert below like golden waves upon and endless sea. He flapped his wings every now and then to stay adrift, but other than that the journey was as peaceful as one could imagine. His hair was swept back by the wind, allowing him to view the full glory of the desert, and it’s complete emptiness.

I wonder if the others watch me as we watched the humans. Azazael often pondered upon questions like these when soaring through the desert air, as often there wasn’t much else to think about, just waiting for the next dot on the horizon, the next sign of a town, or caravan. Anything really.

He twisted his head around, like a bird of prey searching for its next meal, and to the left of him, he managed to spot something, and immediately he twisted his body so that he was heading directly for it. It looked like it could be a travelling town, a group of around a hundred people who made their way buying and selling goods wherever they could get the most profit.

As Azazael neared the group, however, he spotted an even smaller dot, and noted that both groups were moving rather quickly for just travelling merchants. A small bundle of light came from the smaller group and went to the other one. Mere seconds later, there was an explosion, the larger party was mostly destroyed, and he could see survivors running in all different directions, flaming animals shrieked as their skin was scorched. They weren’t travelling, they were fleeing, they were being hunted.

His hand reached for his sword and he unsheathed it slowly, he hadn’t quite mastered doing it in flight, and he daren’t drop it. Sword poised and ready to strike, Azazael’s wings narrowed and he started to plummet towards the smaller group. Azazael had to enact justice, for His God was not the kind to interfere in actions. His God was the kind to punish such actions, but he was under the control of His God no more.

Azazael had about ten seconds until he reached the group, and it was now that they began to notice him. Some of the aggressors fled in terror, whereas others stood their ground and fired magic towards him, each one but inches away from the falling fallen angel. Some were as hot as the sun, whereas others engulfed the space around them in darkness, it was weird, Azazael had never seen magic like this bef-

And then they were gone. Replaced, to Azazael’s dismay, by moss-covered stone, which his face promptly collided with. His sword fell out of his grip and his wings quickly disappeared from sight. He pulled up from the newly appeared floor and checked for major injuries. Luckily, he had managed to arrest his fall enough to prevent anything too bad, he didn’t even have blood trailing down his nose.

”Well that’s… Strange.” That was the best response to the situation Azazael could muster, seeing as he was more than likely slightly concussed. He shook his head and pressed his hands against his eyes, trying to out the black spots that swirled in his vision. Looking back up he finally managed to assess his current situation.

He was somewhere, this was certain. There were walls and plants and statues and everything. But where? There was nowhere at all like this on Jato, that he knew of. He swept down to pick up his sword, he didn’t want to be caught out in a foreign environment with nothing to defend himself.

The pathway before him was narrow, not entire supported, and very old. This entire place seemed absolutely ancient to him, and he had watched civilizations form and fall in front of his very eyes. Bringing out his wings and spreading them, Azazael soared up into the air, and gazed down upon a network of intricate paths and archways, all leading to a focal point. In the middle of it all was someone sat upon a chair, adorned in elaborate robes and apparently uninterested or ignorant to the group of peculiar people that had begun to form around him.

Was he part of the mages attacking the caravan? It was unlikely, but Azazael would rather not take a chance, so he slowly flew down, right in front of what would be his archway, and kept his sword drawn at all times. His feet gently stroked the ground before his wings folded away and disappeared.

"Welcome to the Gateway, a place between places..” The man’s speech began, and continued on about creatures and fragments and worlds, but before Azazael had a chance to process the entire thing, voices picked up, more and more people asking different questions, introducing themselves and generally being loud and annoying. Azazael’s patience was wearing thin, but he was intrigued as to where the robed man would take them next. He also couldn’t help but wander what had become of the caravan that he’d tried to save. By now they were most likely dead, but it was out of Azazael’s power to do anything to save them. This man had killed them all, even if he had no knowledge of it, they were dead due to him.

The Worldwalker

Yaaay! Thank you! And sorry again...

Also, realised that I messed up when I transferred it, he has one more skill:

Escape Artist (Journeyman): After his years of punishment, Azazael decided to never allow himself to be chained up again, and so has been training in the art of escaping from numerous different restraints. Being a difficult art to master, he has only managed to succeed in escaping from rope ties.

I assume this won't change the approval?

For the Glory of The Empire

Heyyyyyy... Is there still space? I rly like the look of this RP...

The Worldwalker

Hey... Sorry... Really struggled on the rework, but here it is! Again, sorry it's taken so long... I can get a post up ASAP too

Azazael Redde

Azazael Redde

Character Summary

Name: Azazael Redde
Aliases: Angel of Sacrifice, Lone Wanderer
Titles: None
Age: 29
Place of Origin: The Deserts of Jato
Gender: Male

Physical Attributes

Build: Muscular & Lean
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Deep Brunette
Skin Tone: Slightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His left wrist has a shackle attached that has left a permanent red mark.
Day To Day Attire: See Image
Strengths: Stamina (Both in mind and body) & Physical Excellence
Weaknesses: Single-Minded & Hot-Headed

Psychological Attributes

Selfless * Haunted * Silent * Just

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To the people he saves, Azazael is a silent figure, helping people without asking for thanks. To the people who get to know him a bit more, 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.

Azazael is careful in every single one of his movements and actions. He has learnt through previous mistakes that recklessness can mean you lose everything, and he’s already done that once, he doesn’t plan on doing it a second time.

Even though he has learnt many lessons from the past, one that he didn’t manage to adopt was realising that he’s incredibly stubborn. His views, beliefs, and wants are stuck, and no one has ever succeeded in changing them, or even making them waver slightly.

Azazael 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 there but never understood.
Habits: 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.
Hobbies: Armoursmithing, Weaponsmithing & Woodcarving
Fears: Love (Philophobia) & Sleep (Hypnophobia)
Likes: Heat, Breeze, Sex, Goats, Pain, Goats, Stargazing
Dislikes: Alcohol, Darkness, Pride, Birds, Wealth, Noise, Things That Aren’t Goats

Skills

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.

• Swordsmanship (Apprentice): More often than not, when helping people, a sword hand has been more than necessary, the repeated use of his sabre has made it a part of him. It helps that he crafted and enchanted it himself, but he’s still not used to having the feeling of a weapon in his hand.
• Smithing (Expert): In part of his journey to retribution, Azazael gives to the people what he can, now that most of his powers are gone. He has trained with smiths all over Jato, and knows the ins and outs of the trade. (Known Weapons: Swords (Any Kind), Daggers/Knives (Any Kind) – Known Armours: Plate (Full), Chain (Full), Scale (Full), Hide (Full))
• Tailoring (Master): Similar to his Smithing skill, he is also a trained tailor, making clothes for those who need them. He uses both of these skills, when needed, to earn some money. He knows how to make pretty much any piece of clothing imaginable, from boots to coats to hats, from any viable material.
• Enchanting (Journeyman): This skill was gained along with the tailoring and smithing skills, as many tradesmen utilise enchantments in order to increase the value of their works. While smithing or tailoring, he can enchant his work with an enchantment he knows, through the use of runic inscriptions or patterns, but he is only at the skill level to place one enchantment per item. (Known Enchantments: Cooling, Invisibility, Levitation, Anaesthesia, Speed, Holding – More information on these enchantments in the ‘Anything Else’ section)
• Cartography (Expert): During his travels, Azazael has dedicated a lot of his time to mapping as much of Jato as he can, and due to his experience in the creation of maps, map-reading is also rather natural to him. As long as he has something to write on, he could get a good gauge of how his environment would all fit on a map. As he has only had to map desert, however, it’s not certain how well he’d deal with mapping forests, big cities, etc.
• Prayer (Novice): Azazael has recently taken up praying to the God that cast him out for forgiveness, and occasionally for assistance. While his God does not always listen, it tends to be the smaller, benevolent things that will be provided. His God, for example, will not revive someone from the dead for him, but will, perhaps, provide a healing balm somewhere nearby when needed.
• Escape Artist (Journeyman): After his years of punishment, Azazael decided to never allow himself to be chained up again, and so has been training in the art of escaping from numerous different restraints. Being a difficult art to master, he has only managed to succeed in escaping from rope ties.

Talents & Powers

A listing of unique powers, magic, artifacts, and techniques. A maximum of four only.

• Flight: One of the only Angelic powers Azazael has retained after The Fall, he has wings that appear only when needed and allow Azazael to fly at speeds of up to 30mph (Approximately 50kmh).
• Blade of Justice: A blade forged by Azazael’s own hand. He has enchanted it with Anaesthesia, so that his enemies die a painless death, and smithed it himself, so that it perfectly fits his grip.
• Feather Armour: Azazael’s ‘humorous’ name for his armour, which is not, in fact made out of feathers, but due to it being weightless and him having wings and all, he thought it would be funny. He has enchanted every piece with Holding, which means that it weighs nothing, and any form of container within the armour can hold unlimited amounts of goods. His pockets are often filled with a desert’s worth of sand. He crafted every piece himself, and made sure it fits him perfectly.
• Tradesman’s Tools: For all his different professions, (Smithing, Tailoring, Enchanting, Cartography) Azazael has all the tools stored in one of his Time Lord Pockets of Holding, they are all also enchanted with Holding, to make them easier to use.

History

Parents: His God? I suppose? Angels don’t really have parents.
Siblings: Other Angels? If you were to assume His God as his parent.
Childhood: Angels don’t really have Childhoods, they are born into existence at what would be the human age of 18. For Azazael, this section will be devoted to his time in Heaven, pre-fall. Azazael was one of three Angels tasked by God with looking over the lands of Jato. Azazael was the Angel of Jato’s resources, this included the water, metals, food, minerals that the people of Jato needed to survive. The other two Angels were Shemhazai and Ouza, tasked with Jato’s creatures and environment respectively. On a day where sandstorms raged throughout Jato, killing hundreds of people who lived there, Azazael noticed boats off the shore, and went down to investigate. He saw the might of nations unknown sailing to Jato, and knew he had to defend them. Against the very nature of the Angels, Azazael was to directly interfere with the lives of the humans below. He taught them how to make weapons, he taught them how to fight and defend their country, along the way he committed the worst act an Angel could, copulation with a human. No doubt, His God found out about it, and was furious. He banished Azazael from Heaven, and chained him to a rock in the desert, shrouded in darkness. This was the fall of Azazael.
Adulthood: Azazael’s punishment was cruel and would have lasted for eternity, if it were not for the kindness of humans. Five years after the punishment’s beginning, a travelling caravan came upon Azazael, and gazed upon his Angelic form. It was a beauty like none they had ever seen, and so, they cut him from his chains. Azazael’s head rose, and he smiled at them, before revealing his wings and soaring into the air. He was surprised that God had left him with the power of flight, and allowed humans to find him, but he knew it was God’s design, so he set out to make a life of himself as a fallen angel. Ironically, Azazael found himself doing what he had done that had caused God to cast him out, for he worked under smiths, tailors, enchanters, and cartographers, to learn their trade, making weapons, armour, clothes, magical items, and maps. All these items, however, were made for those who needed them most. He saw it as a path to redemption. He had already blighted the earth with the power to kill, now he shall defend those who are most endangered by it. His lust was eternal, something Azazael could not get rid of. Whether it was in his nature or due to the causation of His God, he did not know, but he struggled to control it at times. He spends his days crafting, making love, travelling, and helping those in need, still frightened and disappointed by his own actions that cause him to become this way.
Special Moments: His ‘birth’ was surrounded by light and beauty, and remains in his head to this day. While not ‘special’ but more memorable, when he was cast out was the atrocity that has made his life what it is today, and he must never forget that.
Current Events: 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.

World

Climate: The Deserts of Jato’s climate is pretty much 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.)
Ruling(s): 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.
History: 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.
Notes: 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.

Relations

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

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Extras (Optional)

Character Quote: 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.
Theme Song: Carissimi's Jephte
Aura Color: A soft white aura that contains within a much more violent, fiery red.
Scent: Sand, mostly. And sweat, lots of sweat. The smell of fire and chemicals often grace his musk when he’s been working at one of his crafts.
Anything Else: The piece of fabric he keeps with him at all times is the last remnant of a Heaven he holds, he had it in his hand during his entire punishment on earth, but it is not known where it came from.

Information on Enchantments:
All enchantments work differently depending on the type of item they are enchanted onto, but all effects are very similar.
Cooling: Any piece of clothing enchanted with this item keeps the wearer cold in the harsh climate of Jato. Weapons enchanted with this magic lower any victims body temperature by a considerable amount, reducing their efficiency in battle. All items enchanted with cooling are cold to the touch.
Invisibility: Pieces of clothing enchanted with this render the clothing and the wearer’s body where it is worn invisible, but only when on a person’s body. Other items, when held, may become invisible at the user’s will.
Levitation: Clothing enchanted with levitation allows the user to levitate a meter or so above the ground. Other items enchanted with levitation, when dropped, will not hit the ground, but instead hover above it.
Anaesthesia: Wearing clothing enchanted with Anaesthesia means that the wearer feels no pain. Weapons enchanted cause no pain to be felt by the recipient. Holding an item enchanted with this temporarily relieves pain.
Speed: Speed enchanted clothing allows a user to run at up to twice their usual speed, but still feel the effects of exhaustion. Weapons enchanted with this strike twice as fast. Other items enchanted with Speed, when thrown, will fly at twice their normal velocity.
Holding: All items enchanted with Holding are weightless, and any form of storage the item has can hold unlimited amounts of other items, as long as each could originally fit through the container’s opening.

The Worldwalker

Azazael Redde

Azazael Redde

Character Summary

Name: Azazael Redde
Aliases: Angel of Sacrifice, Lone Wanderer
Titles: None
Age: 29
Place of Origin: The Deserts of Jato
Gender: Male

Physical Attributes

Build: Muscular & Lean
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Deep Brunette
Skin Tone: Slightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His left wrist has a shackle attached that has left a permanent red mark.
Day To Day Attire: See Image
Strengths: Stamina (Both in mind and body) & Physical Excellence
Weaknesses: Single-Minded & Hot-Headed

Psychological Attributes

Selfless * Haunted * Silent * Just

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To the people he saves, Azazael is a silent figure, helping people without asking for thanks. To the people who get to know him a bit more, 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.

Azazael is careful in every single one of his movements and actions. He has learnt through previous mistakes that recklessness can mean you lose everything, and he’s already done that once, he doesn’t plan on doing it a second time.

Even though he has learnt many lessons from the past, one that he didn’t manage to adopt was realising that he’s incredibly stubborn. His views, beliefs, and wants are stuck, and no one has ever succeeded in changing them, or even making them waver slightly.

Azazael 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 there but never understood.
Habits: 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.
Hobbies: Armoursmithing, Weaponsmithing & Woodcarving
Fears: Love (Philophobia) & Sleep (Hypnophobia)
Likes: Heat, Breeze, Sex, Goats, Pain, Goats, Stargazing
Dislikes: Alcohol, Darkness, Pride, Birds, Wealth, Noise, Things That Aren’t Goats

Skills

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.

• Swordsmanship (Apprentice): More often than not, when helping people, a sword hand has been more than necessary, the repeated use of his sabre has made it a part of him. It helps that he crafted and enchanted it himself, but he’s still not used to having the feeling of a weapon in his hand.
• Smithing (Expert): In part of his journey to retribution, Azazael gives to the people what he can, now that most of his powers are gone. He has trained with smiths all over Jato, and knows the ins and outs of the trade. (Known Weapons: Swords (Any Kind), Daggers/Knives (Any Kind) – Known Armours: Plate (Full), Chain (Full), Scale (Full), Hide (Full))
• Tailoring (Master): Similar to his Smithing skill, he is also a trained tailor, making clothes for those who need them. He uses both of these skills, when needed, to earn some money. He knows how to make pretty much any piece of clothing imaginable, from boots to coats to hats, from any viable material.
• Enchanting (Journeyman): This skill was gained along with the tailoring and smithing skills, as many tradesmen utilise enchantments in order to increase the value of their works. While smithing or tailoring, he can enchant his work with an enchantment he knows, through the use of runic inscriptions or patterns, but he is only at the skill level to place one enchantment per item. (Known Enchantments: Cooling, Invisibility, Levitation, Anaesthesia, Speed, Holding – More information on these enchantments in the ‘Anything Else’ section)
• Cartography (Expert): During his travels, Azazael has dedicated a lot of his time to mapping as much of Jato as he can, and due to his experience in the creation of maps, map-reading is also rather natural to him. As long as he has something to write on, he could get a good gauge of how his environment would all fit on a map. As he has only had to map desert, however, it’s not certain how well he’d deal with mapping forests, big cities, etc.
• Prayer (Novice): Azazael has recently taken up praying to the God that cast him out for forgiveness, and occasionally for assistance. While his God does not always listen, it tends to be the smaller, benevolent things that will be provided. His God, for example, will not revive someone from the dead for him, but will, perhaps, provide a healing balm somewhere nearby when needed.
• Escape Artist (Journeyman): After his years of punishment, Azazael decided to never allow himself to be chained up again, and so has been training in the art of escaping from numerous different restraints. Being a difficult art to master, he has only managed to succeed in escaping from rope ties.

Talents & Powers

A listing of unique powers, magic, artifacts, and techniques. A maximum of four only.

• Flight: One of the only Angelic powers Azazael has retained after The Fall, he has wings that appear only when needed and allow Azazael to fly at speeds of up to 30mph (Approximately 50kmh).
• Blade of Justice: A blade forged by Azazael’s own hand. He has enchanted it with Anaesthesia, so that his enemies die a painless death, and smithed it himself, so that it perfectly fits his grip.
• Feather Armour: Azazael’s ‘humorous’ name for his armour, which is not, in fact made out of feathers, but due to it being weightless and him having wings and all, he thought it would be funny. He has enchanted every piece with Holding, which means that it weighs nothing, and any form of container within the armour can hold unlimited amounts of goods. His pockets are often filled with a desert’s worth of sand. He crafted every piece himself, and made sure it fits him perfectly.
• Tradesman’s Tools: For all his different professions, (Smithing, Tailoring, Enchanting, Cartography) Azazael has all the tools stored in one of his Time Lord Pockets of Holding, they are all also enchanted with Holding, to make them easier to use.

History

Parents: His God? I suppose? Angels don’t really have parents.
Siblings: Other Angels? If you were to assume His God as his parent.
Childhood: Angels don’t really have Childhoods, they are born into existence at what would be the human age of 18. For Azazael, this section will be devoted to his time in Heaven, pre-fall. Azazael was one of three Angels tasked by God with looking over the lands of Jato. Azazael was the Angel of Jato’s resources, this included the water, metals, food, minerals that the people of Jato needed to survive. The other two Angels were Shemhazai and Ouza, tasked with Jato’s creatures and environment respectively. On a day where sandstorms raged throughout Jato, killing hundreds of people who lived there, Azazael noticed boats off the shore, and went down to investigate. He saw the might of nations unknown sailing to Jato, and knew he had to defend them. Against the very nature of the Angels, Azazael was to directly interfere with the lives of the humans below. He taught them how to make weapons, he taught them how to fight and defend their country, along the way he committed the worst act an Angel could, copulation with a human. No doubt, His God found out about it, and was furious. He banished Azazael from Heaven, and chained him to a rock in the desert, shrouded in darkness. This was the fall of Azazael.
Adulthood: Azazael’s punishment was cruel and would have lasted for eternity, if it were not for the kindness of humans. Five years after the punishment’s beginning, a travelling caravan came upon Azazael, and gazed upon his Angelic form. It was a beauty like none they had ever seen, and so, they cut him from his chains. Azazael’s head rose, and he smiled at them, before revealing his wings and soaring into the air. He was surprised that God had left him with the power of flight, and allowed humans to find him, but he knew it was God’s design, so he set out to make a life of himself as a fallen angel. Ironically, Azazael found himself doing what he had done that had caused God to cast him out, for he worked under smiths, tailors, enchanters, and cartographers, to learn their trade, making weapons, armour, clothes, magical items, and maps. All these items, however, were made for those who needed them most. He saw it as a path to redemption. He had already blighted the earth with the power to kill, now he shall defend those who are most endangered by it. His lust was eternal, something Azazael could not get rid of. Whether it was in his nature or due to the causation of His God, he did not know, but he struggled to control it at times. He spends his days crafting, making love, travelling, and helping those in need, still frightened and disappointed by his own actions that cause him to become this way.
Special Moments: His ‘birth’ was surrounded by light and beauty, and remains in his head to this day. While not ‘special’ but more memorable, when he was cast out was the atrocity that has made his life what it is today, and he must never forget that.
Current Events: 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.

World

Climate: The Deserts of Jato’s climate is pretty much 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.)
Ruling(s): 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.
History: 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.
Notes: 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.

Relations

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

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Extras (Optional)

Character Quote: 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.
Theme Song: Carissimi's Jephte
Aura Color: A soft white aura that contains within a much more violent, fiery red.
Scent: Sand, mostly. And sweat, lots of sweat. The smell of fire and chemicals often grace his musk when he’s been working at one of his crafts.
Anything Else: The piece of fabric he keeps with him at all times is the last remnant of a Heaven he holds, he had it in his hand during his entire punishment on earth, but it is not known where it came from.

Information on Enchantments:
All enchantments work differently depending on the type of item they are enchanted onto, but all effects are very similar.
Cooling: Any piece of clothing enchanted with this item keeps the wearer cold in the harsh climate of Jato. Weapons enchanted with this magic lower any victims body temperature by a considerable amount, reducing their efficiency in battle. All items enchanted with cooling are cold to the touch.
Invisibility: Pieces of clothing enchanted with this render the clothing and the wearer’s body where it is worn invisible, but only when on a person’s body. Other items, when held, may become invisible at the user’s will.
Levitation: Clothing enchanted with levitation allows the user to levitate a meter or so above the ground. Other items enchanted with levitation, when dropped, will not hit the ground, but instead hover above it.
Anaesthesia: Wearing clothing enchanted with Anaesthesia means that the wearer feels no pain. Weapons enchanted cause no pain to be felt by the recipient. Holding an item enchanted with this temporarily relieves pain.
Speed: Speed enchanted clothing allows a user to run at up to twice their usual speed, but still feel the effects of exhaustion. Weapons enchanted with this strike twice as fast. Other items enchanted with Speed, when thrown, will fly at twice their normal velocity.
Holding: All items enchanted with Holding are weightless, and any form of storage the item has can hold unlimited amounts of other items, as long as each could originally fit through the container’s opening.

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@Roosan Yeah don't worry about it. XD
Dank memes.

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@Roosan Now... I shouldn't have put those two one after the other... Goddammit...

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And here we go! If it needs any more fleshing out, I'll be happy to oblige :3

Azazael Redde

Azazael Redde

Character Summary

Name: Azazael Redde
Aliases: Angel of Sacrifice, Lone Wanderer
Titles: None
Age: 29
Place of Origin: The Deserts of Jato
Gender: Male

Physical Attributes

Build: Muscular & Lean
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Deep Brunette
Skin Tone: Slightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: His left wrist is completely red from the shackle he keeps attached. Multiple scars cover his entire body, mostly focused around his heart.
Day To Day Attire: See Image
Strengths: Stamina (Both in mind and body) & Physical Excellence
Weaknesses: Single-Minded & Hot-Headed

Psychological Attributes

Selfless * Vengeful * Silent * Just

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: 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.
Habits: 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.
Hobbies: Armoursmithing, Weaponsmithing & Woodcarving
Fears: Love (Philophobia) & Sleep (Hypnophobia)
Likes: Heat, Breeze, Sex, Goats, Pain, Battle
Dislikes: Alcohol, Darkness, Pride, Birds, Wealth, Noise

Skills

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.

• Navigation (Master): 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.
• Survival (Journeyman): 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.
• Swordsmanship (Expert): 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.
• Haemomancy (Master): 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.
• Smithing (Expert): 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.

Talents & Powers

A listing of unique powers, magic, artifacts, and techniques. A maximum of four only.

• Haemomancy: 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.
• Blessed Wings: 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.
• Blade of Justice: 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.

History

Parents: Evelynn & Adonis Redde – Both loved and both deceased
Siblings: None
Childhood: 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.
Adulthood: 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.
Special Moments: 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.
Current Events: 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.

World

Climate: 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.)
Ruling(s): 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.
History: 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.
Notes: 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.

Relations

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

• Name: Description
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• Name: Description
• Name: Description

Extras (Optional)

Character Quote: 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.
Theme Song: Carissimi's Jephte
Aura Color: A soft white aura that contains within a much more violent, fiery red.
Scent: Sand, mostly. And sweat, lots of sweat. Occasionally blood.
Anything Else: -