Post by libbycakes on Jul 3, 2011 18:30:00 GMT
| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] raziel elizar akhekh |
| [atrb=style,background-color: transparent,bTable] hey guys. my name is raziel elizar akhekh, but you can call me raziel, or you may simply perish from existence. i'm 26 years young, and if it isn't already obvious, i'm a gent. it should be. what isn't so obvious is the fact that i'm a witch, but you can keep that a secret for now. |
personality
[/size][/right]One would guess that a person who's lifespan outdated even most lore of gods, wouldn't be so concerned about the world around him. Raziel, however, believes many different things on this he sees the world for the life within it and the crimes committed. While once quite gentle, the 2000 year old male has changed quite a bit. He's watched humanity with a grim frown since the closure from his body, he's watched as faith in the great gods gave way and magic became a hobby and nothing more. history
[/size][/right]It started in 27 BC, a time that most can't even really know what existed then. Yet, for most it was a time for a beloved queen to the Egyptian people, her name, Cleopatra. The creature that many of men seemed to stumble over. She was the heartache of the age. Yet, this was also the time that Raziel was born but with his own name which was then, Astes after his mother a woman of high standing told of a dream during the birth, hence he was named as a mystical deity in memory of the dream. The boy was calm at all times and well mastered in sword fighting and the art of whips. It wasn't long before the star teachers brought word of magic and arts. The gods and goddess already seemed to sway the people to magic. After some sneaking about Raziel had been greeted with the order. They studied magic teaching the young teen how to harness the great forces with the power of the gods.Raziel has become a great master of the forces under his teaches but after discovering some ancient texts sealed off by the order, his youthful curiosity got the better of the young man nearly twenty-two years of age now. Raziel was not aware but this was a far darker art than the magic discovered in his youth. He knew better, but Raziel studied these books until he knew all he needed to know. When Cleo's little rival with the roman's came to violence, many were slaughtered and in an attempt to keep himself alive he gave himself to the essence of magic. His human body dying before him as he himself became an essence of magic. Surely for decades, Raziel was unsure how to take possession of a human body again until. Raziel. Yes, a young male who's last attempt to climb the ladder of society was ancient magic. Magic that was simply, Astes, and he took the form of the novice magic user easily. Since then, he's studied up on all forms of magical arts trying to possibly reform his own form without keeping the stolen body he's capture, with no success so far, he's trying to fit into the modern world, and show others to appreciate magic.
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role play sample |
Just thinking about Christmas brought presents to his mind, and that day. The day he lost all of his family. Eamon would never admit that horrible day to anyone, but it was clear to all who looked into his eyes the horrors he had seen and faced alone. He didn't speak often to anyway, only played his role as an ambassador when he had to. He didn't like to speak he felt like his emotions danced on his tongue, not that he was sure he had any emotions in the first place. He always felt void of almost any and everything it was bizarre at best.
The shifter found his feet shuffling through the snow, his bodice mainly covered in a thick gray faux furred lined black jacket, the zipper roused from his knees to his throat. Under the jacket he wore a dark gray sweater tucked into blue jeans. His feet however, were bare. The snow melting between his toes as he walked while more slush eased up his pant legs. Eamon didn't feel the cold that pressed against his skin, he only felt nothing. Dark empty bliss.
The park path was slowly disappearing and he was only moments from the dock. The ocean was a calming effect that seemed to capture him and wash away the dirt of his past. As he neared the dock, he began to strip himself of his jacket followed by his shirt and finally his jeans. Rolling them together he stuffed the clothing into a narrow nook between a trash can and one of the park walls. His breath was slipping past his lips in excited strokes filling the air with a shine of white mist. His bodice continued on and like a picture book the change occurred.
Flesh became hidden and fur sprouted dark as midnight. Sprites of silver etched along his muzzle and down against his core and the undersides of his limbs and tail. His bones meshed and snapped until with a shudder stood a wolf. Ebony with flecks of quick silver steel blue eyes rounded with that silver stared into the darkness. In wolf form he felt 'normal' heaving his limbs he called to his inner wolf to find comfort in the friend within on such a blistering night.
Little did Eamon notice the woman standing at the dock's edge. She stood in silence as if counting each single wave as it crash against the shore. The wolf wondering if events like his own history plagued her, started toward her. He moved with stealth his age and abilities keen from his years of training. He approached hesitantly but his paws drew him to her side. He didn't touch her form, didn't even breath in her direction just sat at her side as if proving someone was there should she need someone. Even if he was a wolf, surely he could be mistaken for a dog in this dim lighting.
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| [atrb=style,background-color: 000000,bTable] LIBBY | 9+YRS | BEN BARNES |
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