Post by Sir Azreal Rose on Dec 20, 2011 0:52:00 GMT -5
Sir Azreal Rose
Name: Sir Azreal Rose
Nickname: N/A
Age: 24
Race: Telmarine
World: Narnia
Alliance: Aslan
Celebrity Claim: Stuart Townsend
Looks:
Azreal is very pretty for a man. He has a warm smile. He always looks deep in thought, when he's sitting alone, usually because he is. Zamiel tries to hide his feelings sometimes, but reading his face will always give you a clue to what he is thinking. Azreal wears a black tunic, with a lion on the front. He wears a pair of Gothic death pants (Pants with a lace going up the sides). He has a long black cape that goes down to his feet. His sword sit attached to his belt. His boots are heeled and make him look a bit taller.
Personality:
Azreal is as brave and cunning as they come. He has a strong sense of justice, and won't accept anything, but the truth. People have often judge him for someone un-trustworthy and harmful, but he won't harm you unless you give him a very good reason to. Like his father did. When he feels threatened by someone, he will often plot something against them. If you get on his bad side, he has no problem betraying you.
Azreal is extremely friendly, and though you may not see it, he is quite happy. He enjoys being around people, and loves to meet new people and become friends with them. It may seem perfect, but he is often troubled by his past, and has flashbacks of his father hurting him, or of his father's death. He's a little twisted inside, by the years of abuse and this causes him to do some pretty twisted things, like killing his family.
Being a Knight, he has a high place above others. Azreal doesn't like to see himself as anything more than just a person. He will often stress the fact that deep down he is just like anyone else. He feels emotions, he gets hurt, and deep down is no more than another creature part of something greater than himself. Even though he's nice Azreal has no problem raising his sword to kill an enemy. His bleeding heart often gives him a good reason to shed blood. Also his extreme hatred for the Telmarine people make him want to fight them.
Family: Ville Rose (father-deceased) Becca Rose (mother-deceased)
History:
Azreal was born to a proud, rich, and powerful Nobel family. He grew up well educated. His family was seated with land and a large estate in Telmarine Narnia. After the war, they kept their land. Back to Azreal, though. He had his own private tutor, his own large room chamber, and many pets. As you can imagine, he had everything anyone could ask for. He had meals fit for a king, anything he wanted was provided. His father made Azreal sign up for the army, and his skills moved him to the top and he was knighted.
Azreal's family were supporters of Miraz, and Azreal couldn't stand the site of him. To Azreal, Miraz was a prideful swine. When Azreal made a statement like that to his family, he was often smacked or if his father was in a very bad mood, beaten. This caused Azreal to become very angry inside, and he wanted out. He couldn't fight back, you just don't do that to your parents.
When Azreal heard of Prince Caspian 'disappearing' he had to tell his father knowing it would bug him, and it did. With his father complaining all the time, it only annoyed Azreal even more. So one Knight he went to his father's bodyguard and told him that there was a man in father's room attacking his father. The guard ran to the room and shot an arrow at a drunk man, but did not find Ville. When the guard looked at the ground, he found the man was Ville.
The Guard realized he had been tricked into killing his own boss. But at that moment, Azreal killed the guard with his sword. He couldn't kill his own father, but he could have someone else do it. He had to finish the job, by making sure the only surviving member of the manor was killed, so with much sorrow, he killed his mother. It was the only death he had ever mourned over in his life, but he had to protect himself first. The dungeon wasn't somewhere he wanted to be.
When Miraz was overthrown Azreal fled to the Narnians to join them. He went with them to Archenland, though he mocked them for running instead of taking a stand. He wishes to return to Narnia and take back the country, but he knows going alone would be a suicide mission so he tries his hardest to remain content with running.
Your Name/Nickname: Xemzo
Roleplaying Experience: A few years.
Sample Roleplay:
Zamiel had been walking for days now to get to Besaid. He hoped to see his father again at the lodge. He could just teleport, but that would drain a lot of power considering how far he was from the small island. No, Zamiel decided to walk all the way to the other end of Spira, then teleport when he got to the shores. It was much less power draining. If he were to encounter a fiend after draining too much energy, he could be in serious trouble depending on the strength of the fiend of course.
The fiends Zamiel would encounter on his journey through Spira wouldn't be much trouble. In the blink of an eye he would have them burning at the stake, literally. He also had Heavenrare on his side, his trusty sword. But drawing the blade meant being harshly tempted to give in to carnal desires, and he really did not want to risk that. It would take all his willpower to overcome it and put the sword away. Giving in to desires is to tempting for any creature. And that temptation is the nature of anything or anyone that is evil, Zamiel thought, Resisting it is the nature of all that is good in the world. If he wasn't a fighter, Zamiel would definitely make a good teacher or religious leader. Though the idea of religion made him sick. After finding out that the teachings of Yevon were all a hoax, it made religion seem pointless.
Zamiel was trailing through the woods, the sun was just setting over the horizon. It could be seen in little cracks through the leaves. In about twenty minutes the sun would set and it would begin to get dark. The woods were quiet, peaceful, not what you would expect this place to be, usually it was crawling with fiends. "Sin's dead," Zamiel said to himself, "Less fiends must be being created from the dead. It's so amazing what the death of one beast can do!" He wasn't one who believed in killing, but sometimes there was just no other choice and when it came to Sin there really wasn't. It was rare that you could go anywhere in Spira without seeing Sin's destruction.
The night was about to fall, Zamiel decided to stop his travel for the night and make camp. He gathered some wood together and surrounded it with rocks. His eyes lit up a bright red and a fire lit upon the wood. This way after he fell asleep, the fire wouldn't go out, but it would burn the wood instead. He sat down underneath a tree and laid his head against it. He had gotten about thirty miles in today, he hoped to get more the next day, but instead of worrying about that, Zamiel closed his eyes and filled his head with pleasant memories.
