Name: Azrael Dornez
Height: 198 cm
Occupation: Teacher | Tutor | Military strategist and Tactician
Tending to be quiet and reserved Azrael can be categorized as anti-social . This is not truly the case. He is just a man that only speaks if necessary , finding pointless chatter annoying and waste of time. Only taking interest to those he finds something to gain from, whether it be information, knowledge or... at seldom times company. Azreal is sometimes hostile, or cold towards creatures of the evil .
The only time that he is truly vocal is when he teaches. Azrael is a strict and rigid when it comes to his job, wither it be on the battlefield or classroom. He doesn't wish his students to fear him... just to keep their relationship on a respectable level. When referring to him he likes to be called Sir, Mr, and Dornez is fine as well. It makes his feel more comfortable than being on first name bases. Intimacy and closeness of any kind is a foreign concept that he stirs clear of, he doesn't need it... he doesn't want it.
Despite all this he is a decent person, and he does show it. Perhaps it's not straight on but he will go out of his way to help most that are in need. Azrael will give, not wanting anything in return other than perhaps a smile. He encourages those around him to try their hardest, to aim and be the best person that they can.
Like most if not all angels Azrael has high values and honor. Justice will prevail and those who have done misdeeds will suffer. No matter how big or small the 'crime' is. The law is above all else and judgment will rain upon them... it's black and white... good and bad.... there are no gray areas where lines blur, that's the mentality he must carry.
Azrael was born before the time of peace and all the events happened before Caelius was locked away from Zion. He was brought up in a world of strict order, where law and justice were regarded above all else. His linage is filled with military men and women. His father always treated him a bit warily, being linked to his mother's death.
His siblings were already enrolling in the army and it was no surprise that he, himself became a soldier. Azrael was a good and proper in his youth, fighting and defending all that is good and right in the world. But his specialty lied in planning and strategizing attacks. He did what he was told... attacking and defending when he was ordered. Many died in battle in the following years, and suffering and lost affected everyone. His eldest siblings were the first to fall... killed during a battle against Ares. Their death was saddling but they didn't morn them long and instead honored them along with many others that lost their lives. Azrael after that decided that's how he wanted to go, like his brother and sister.
Everything was fine, life was routine and his world was in order. That was until he met a demon and took her as prisoner of war. Usually he would have killed such an abomination on sight but his superiors thought it best to keep 'it' and gain information. Azrael was posted to guard the creature. He did his job... but then she talked to him.. And he shouldn't have responded back but he did. Slowly cold exchanges of words became hours of conversation about everything and anything. In those weeks he had learned so much, and new concepts entered his conscious.
It was until much after he realized all this interaction that his mind and body fell into corruption, and he loved every second of it. There was a superstition that his other sister once told him, that angels could become demons, veil creatures if they weren't careful. He didn't believe it until now, he may have looked the same, acted the same, but he was impure, rotting from the inside out. What sins or taboos he may have broken he refuses to tell.
But what goes around comes around, on a clear and moon filled night his camp was ambushed. They fought against the enemy. It was as it always was in the act of battle ... metal clashed, blood stained the ground and sounds and smells of death filled the air. Azrael doesn't remember much of that night, what he does recall was that something hit him with such force that everything went black. When he awoke he was in the infirmary, everything hurt and to his surprise he was all bandaged like a mummy. He finds the mental image funny now. The healers had done their best with what time they had to help him, but it didn't do much good.
He didn't think of it so badly until he saw himself in the mirror, his once pleasant face was scarred and disfigured, his right arm and leg were paralyzed for the most part. What good was he now? The army refused to take him back as a front line Azrael was born before the time of peace and all the events happened before Caelius was locked away from Zion. He was brought up in a world of strict order, where law and justice were regarded higher than anything else. His linage is filled with military men and women . His father always treated him a bit warily, being the cause of his mother's death. She died giving birth to her sixth child... and his father cruelly named him after the angel of death, he hated the name. Ironically on the battle field he it suited him quite well.
Azrael took a job as teacher years later and due to his face being a distraction for too many he made the habit of wearing a mask. He found this job as fulfilling as when he was in the army, but there are times that he does feel bitterness towards soldiers that he sees time to time.
He had become restless, teaching was nice and he had grown to care for his students, but he was a man of war. He asked military for a job again, this time as a strategist, after all it was the thing he was best at, not being a swords man or magic user but a Tactician. He got the job and with that he managed to gain some control of over his damaged limbs over the past years. When off duty he remains a teacher and when he is requested he serves his cause, lending his experience and knowledge for the battlefield, why would they need a broken person for? A long time he thought how this could have happen to him. Weeks of being bed ridded having nothing to do but stare at the ceiling he came to a realization, this was his punishment for being tainted. The Angel went through several stages of anger, hatred and loathing for Caelilus, the Goddess, and anything else you could think of. At the end it died down like a flame.... he came to grips that he deserved this and that he was ok with it, the past was the past, the future only matter and that he must work hard never to fall under such a corruption again.
Azrael took a job as a teacher years later and due to his face being a distraction for too many he made the habit of wearing a mask. He found this job as fulfilling as when he was in the army, but there are times that he does feel bitterness towards soldiers that he sees time to time.
He had become restless, teaching was nice and he had grown to care for his students... but he was a man of war. He asked military for a job again, this time as a strategist, after all it was the thing he was best at, not being a swordsmen or magic user but a Tactician. He got the job and with that he managed to gain some control of over his damaged limbs over the past years. When off duty he remains a teacher and when he is requested he serves his cause, lending his experience and knowledge.
Likes: Peace |Quiet | Teaching | Order
Dislikes: Rule breakers| Disrespectful People |Belittled
- Has a pet duck named Milan. He discovered the baby bird while with General Luce.
- Limps and sometimes has to use a cane to walk.
- He shifts from numbness to waves of pain due to nerve damage.
- Has only one eye
- Spends most of his time alone reflecting on his actions.
- Claims to be a old man to that is over 9000 years old. XD
-Has wings (hidden)