Azazle Zoriath

[Azarel Zoriath]

{ Azarel Zoriath }

FULL NAME:: Azarel Zoriath-Actual name, In human form he chooses many names.
NICKNAMES:: Azazle 
GENDER:: Male
ACTUAL AGE:: 784
APPARENT AGE:: 32
SPECIES/RACE:: Demon-Fallen Angel
PREFERRED PRONOUNS:: He/Him/His
SEXUAL ORIENTATION:: Bisexual

{ APPEARANCE }

FACECLAIM:: Joseph Morgan human form, Tibalt The Fiend-Blooded demon form.
NATIONALITY:: British
HEIGHT:: 5'11-human form, 6'6-Demon form
HAIR:: Blonde, shortish-human form, Black, wavy-demon form.
EYES:: Dark blue-human form, Yellow-demon form.
SKIN:: Caucasion-human form, Red-demon form
DISTINGUISHING MARKS:: Tattoo on his left upper arm of a feather wilting away into small birds.

APPEARANCE::  In human form Azazle stands 5'11, weighing about 169 Ibs. His mouth always has a very slight smile, curving to his left, as if he was up to no good, which he usually was, he also has slight stubble. He is almost always seen wearing a leather jacket over his upper torso, usually left open. Underneath it he usually wears a dark colored T-shirt, and on his lower body he wears jeans, and black boots.
     His hair is short and blonde and towards the front it has soft curls. In his demonic form, his skin tone changes to a light red, his hair turns charcoal black and waves off towards the right, and on either side of his hair sit two horns that curve forward and outward slightly, his ears also grow a point. That same no good smirk still splays on his face and to his left, revealing a set of semi sharp teeth. Instead of stubble on his face, in this form he has a tuft of a goatee.
    His wardrobe changes as well when he assumes this form, almost akin to a swashbuckler, but more refined and elegant. A holster at his hips has a dagger sheathed in it, though if he were to unsheath it, a longsword would be seen. Coming out behind him is a long slender tail, pointed at the tip.

{ PERSONALITY }

PERSONALITY::  Azazle is a trickster, he loves playing games with humans, fae, angels, even other demons. No one is safe from his trickery, although he enjoys tricking humans more, them being more gullible than moster other races. His humor can be seen in all different lights, though he mainly sticks humor. Being a sort of tricktser, he's also very charming by nature.
    Azazle is usually quiet until the perfect opportunity to crack a joke or maybe spill a secret, though this doesn't mean he is introverted in any way. Azazle loves making contracts and finding someway to screwing the consignee over, all it seeming to be one big game to him. He also has an affinity to the finer things in life, wine, women, cars, anything that would seem a lavish lifestyle to him. Though he's a demon, and his personality is contrary to the fact, Azazle still has emotions, though they are often very rarely showed.
    Though humorous, he still has a dark side, it takes a bit to upset him, but when he gets to that point, Azazle can be quite unpredictable. He also hates it when he loses, in any sort of context, be it games hes playing with humans, a deal he cant seem to screw someone over in or even something mundane as a human board game or a game of cards.

LIKES::

• Messing with the minds of others
• Ruining Lives
• Women, although hes been fond of men from time to time
• Fast loud cars
• Alcohol

DISLIKES::

• Losing
• Dogs
• Country and Rap music
• Being wrong
• Heights.. Sure hes a demon, but it makes him uneasy

STRENGTHS::

• Charming
• Trickery/Illusions
• Flattery
• Humorous
• Helpful, even though he may stab you in the back later

WEAKNESSES::

• Hot headed
• Self conscious of his tail
• Its hard for him to express his feelings, and they usually come out the wrong way.
• Can be clingy to objects or people
• Excessive neediness for attention

SECRETS:: None, yet.

{ RACIAL SPECIFICS }

RANK:: No one special, just a fallen angel
POWERS::

• Demonic Powers

WEAKNESSES::

• Demonic Weaknesses

{ BACKGROUND }

HOMETOWN:: London, England
PROFESSION:: Wanderer
PARENTS:: None
SIBLINGS::None
CHILDREN:: None
EXTENDED FAMILY:: None
MARITAL STATUS:: Single

HISTORY:: Azazle used to be a angel of good, a soldier, and triumphed over evil whenever he was ordered to, never questioning as to why. As he was ordered to venture to the mortal world, he noticed how extremely gullible the humans were, and found this quite humorous. Coming back from his recent mission from the mortal world, Azazle began to inquire about these mortals from his peers, learning more about the humans. Eventually he began wonder about the everyday life of a human, only to find that they live really boring lives.
    "Maybe I can do something to spruce there lives up a bit." He said to himself one day, and helped out a human here or there, making their lives a bit more interesting with a bit of help. After testing these waters for hundreds of years, he decided to kick it up a notch. "What if I impeded their lives in a way, just a little trick here or there, nothing harmful." Just as Azazle decided on this, he went to venture into the mortal realm, he felt himself falling.
    He looked up to see his fellow friends and soldiers shaking their heads and walking away. His wings turned to ash and blew away in the dust, and his cry of despair wailed loudly as he plummeted further and further until it began to get darker and hotter. He was in hell, how could he be in hell? He thought as he began to grow angry. "It was nothing serious! Just a little fun!!" He yelled up towards what would be the heavens.
    Silence grew, then he spoke again. "Fine!!! If this is how you want to be!! I'm going to ruin the lives of those you hold so dear to you!!! I will make their lives miserable!!" His voice was shrill at how angry he was becoming. A deep evil chuckle came from the darkness and Azazles face contorted in a mixture of fear, and the sudden realization of just exactly where he was. "...Lucifer..." His voice came out hoarse from the yelling, and his hand immediately went to his side, grasping the blade of his sword.
     The hilt grew unbearably hot and he recoiled his hand. Lucifer gave a smile and leaned towards Azazle. "How would you like to make your revenge a reality?" Lucifer smiled as he spoke these words, and without waiting for Azazle to respond, Lucifer pressed his finger to Azazles forhead, and soon his skin began to change, horns protruded from his skull and all other bodily changes. The pure white armor of God he wore rusted away, into a new set of clothing. It seems he never really had a choice in the matter...

{ OUT OF CHARACTER }

OOC NAME:: Blackbolt, Or BB, or black, or bolt.. Whatever you feel like typing at the time
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE:: I have rped on yahoo chatrooms/pms/privaterooms since 2003, although i have not gotten on in a long time lately. I rp on two other forums, a Harry Potter forum and a Steampunk/fantasy forum which is also a larp I participate in. Ive also played tabletop for about a year if that counts.
ANY NOTES:: None

ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:: Azazle stepped into a bar, a smirk on his face as he looked at all the inhabitants of it. "A dive bar, ripe for my takings.." He thought to himself as he chuckled softly and with longevity. He sat at the bar, deciding to scope the place out for a bit before he decided to wreak any sort of havoc. "Bartender I will have two apple martinis hold the apples.." He said nonchalantly as he leaned into the bar on his side.
    The bar man looked at Azazle like he was an idiot, shaking his head slightly and returned back to what he was doing. "Ok then.." His English accent very apparent. "How 'bout a big ol' pabst blue?" He said in his best, which it was, country redneck rick-a-doo voice he could. A few of the patrons looked up, the barman seeming to get pissed off, laughed it off, poured Azazle a cup of pabst beer, then hocked the biggest loogie on it he could.
    "Its on the house.." The barman laughed, then so did his friends who were on the other side drinking. Azazle raised his eyebrows up and down, smiled, nodded his head and raised the glass. "Cheers then kind sir!" He then downed the beer like it was nothing. The other patrons seemed to be disgusted by this, a few of the even drunker ones wretched in the back.
     "Get the fuck outta here!!" The bartender seeming to have enough of this nodded to the bouncer, a heavy set bald typical biker. "Lets go pal." The biker slammed his hands on Azazles shoulders and squeezed tightly. "Mmm, a little harder darling.." The bouncer grunted and flung Azazle out from his seat and into a table that was just behind him, crashing into it. "Weeell this wasn't what I had planned.." He said out loud, mainly talking to himself.
    The bouncer grabbed Azazle by the collar, lifted him up to his feet and attempted to lead in towards the door, but Azazle was immobile, the bouncer seeming unable to move Azazle even a nudge. "Let me lead now.." Azazle said nonchalantly, placed both hands on either side of the bouncers face, then snapped his neck at a full 180. The patrons screamed, someone yelled call 911, more people wretched. "Uuugh, don't call the police... Please... Save me the trouble.."
    The bartender was already calling the cops. "Ffiine..." He said as if a child finally gave into his parents's demands. "Didn't wanna do this but.." At this point Azazle began to kill everyone in the bar, in hindsight, alls he really had to do was charm them to forget, but who keeps track of these things, he thought to himself. He wiped his hands, looked around at his handy work and set the place on fire.
    "Oops..." He said to himself as the place erupted into flames. "Alls I wanted were two fucking apple martinis with no apple.." He said to himself as he walked away, shaking his head as he made his way down the street with his hands in his pocket, as if he was simply walking to the store.

(If ANYthing is wrong or I need to add something PLEASE let me know so I can fix it. I'm almost positive something is wrong in this application)

[Alicat]