Azrael Devas

[Azrael Devas]

azrael devas.
f o r e v e r. m a l e. r i g h t e o u s. a n g e l.

WHAT CAN YOU DO?

azrael, as a powerful and high ranking angel, holds the following abilities.

• flight. as most conventional angels, azrael possesses a pair of pure white feathered wings which he is capable of concealing.
  
• superhuman strength
  
• superhuman endurance
  
• superhuman reflexes
  
• weapon summoning. the ability to summon bladed weaponry at will, allowing him to instantly be armed with swords, daggers, spears, etc.
  
• telekinetic weapon control. azrael is capable of moving weaponry with his mind- although it has significantly less power behind it, and it is more reliable for him to wield them personally.
  
• sensing. this is the ability to sense the presense of other angels within a large radius of himself, and if he has met them before, recognise them.
  
• cleansing. through this power, azrael is able to cleanse a human form of all external influences. this includes possession, curses, and addiction.
  
• calming. more of a branch away from the ability of cleansing, azrael is able to wash away negative emotions from humans, allowing them to enter a calmer and more relaxed state of mind.
  

TELL US ALL ABOUT YOU!

My name is Azrael Devas. I'm the second incarnation of the more commonly known Azrael- the angel of death. I've inherited a lot of power from being created from him, which has always been useful in my endeavors for the Lord. Second to only the Lord God, The Angel of Death is my idol. I can remember forever. As far as I know, I have always been, and I have no idea how long that is in an earthly period of time. A male angel, my human form takes that of a male as well.

Whilst in my true angelic form, I bear white blonde hair that reaches down my back. Robes, armour and other such adornments are my norm whilst in Heaven. Whilst I wear a blue robe whilst in the prescence of those above me, I'll adorn myself in armour for my work and for ceremonial purposes.

But living on earth, my attire can different from heaven for obvious reasons. Wearing my regular angelic attire would attract unneeded and unwanted suspicion and attention, so being immortal, my choice of clothing changes with the times to allow me to... blend in with human beings to a much more efficient degree. I keep my hair long, a continuous reminder of my angelic disposition, but can shorten it for occasion if need be.

Right now, whilst my body and form are anchored on earth, the one drive that consumes me is the destruction of Set. When I failed to defeat him so long ago, the need has near consumed me. I can never return to my home unless I can defeat him- my dream is to return home to heaven's euphoria, become a more prestigious angel. Climb ranks, serve god. Right now, I feel more like a bounty hunter than an archangel.

Whilst of course finding myself a partner whilst restricted to Earth would be worthwhile for the duration of my stay, I know that in one way or another I'm going to leave this plane. I don't want to hurt anyone. But i find myself uncontrollably attracted to carefree women, who's beliefs are idle. I admire those who bear no connection to religeon, not allowing themselves to be influenced. It's a trait I could never possess myself.

I hate doing this self-reflection thing, it makes me feel incredibly vain. I'm not very good at self-diagnosis. In fact, it can lead to me getting pretty carried away without even realising it until I'm told. I know when I've made sufficient effort that it should be recognised, too. Praise isn't something that should be asked for, it should be given, and that's a firm belief of mine. I find it frustrating when I am overlooked.

I'd say I'm incredibly devoted, if anything. I am stubborn, it's going to take me a long time to admit my wrongdoings. The fact that my slight of arrogance mixes with my stubborn attitude is another defining part of my character. I think it's what makes me so good at what I do, too. No evil escapes Azrael. I'm never one to give up. My power had to grow, and I let it.

Around humans, I really have to pride myself. My manners are truly impeccable, and I am a master at blending in with their attitudes and customs. Although sometimes I may miss a trick, I've grown to be great at covering my tracks. Sometimes, Charm is a more powerful persuasive tool than violence, and being a master of both is a very effective trait.

Being reborn from Azrael, the true angel of death, I am a bearer of great power within the walls of heaven. Vast strength beyond that of any comprehendable human amount, I could summon weaponry with which to slay my demonic enemies, who would fall beneath the beat of my wings. My power was recognised not only by my fellow angels, but by The Lord, too.

But to my own fault- I was arrogant. I knew my own power, and although my arrogance was a slight that I was able to control and restrain, God saw in me what he had seen in Lucifer centuries ago. God recognised the signs that Lucifer had shown before he fell from grace, and God was capable of learning from the mistake. Promotions became difficult for me to assertain. I slew many thousand a demon before I was able to climb to the rank of an archangel- but almost as soon as I recieved this beautiful honour, I was given my next assignment.

I was to go to earth, and use my prowess to destroy the demon Set. His power was growing far too quickly, and he was becoming a danger to mankind. So much so, that the balance of power was shifting, and Heaven was becoming converned. I graciously accepted- finishing this misson would surely secure me the Lord God's trust that I would not succumb to temptation like Lucifer.

There was but one catch- in order to protect those around me from the sight of my angelic form, I was required to occupy a human body. God, knowing and hoping my occupation would be temporary, constructed me a body almost identical to that of my angelic one. I could dominate it completely, flooding it with heavenly power, and it became a far more effecient vessel than if I had taken one from the street. Although for obvious reasons my powers were limited, I was able to maintain my strength and my flight- utilising them to emerge victorious against the demon threat.

But it was not long before I was informed- through messengers of heaven, that Set had not been killed. He still lingered on, no matter how pathetically he grasped at life. I was accused of being inept- my skills doubted. Whispers were made of my skills and allegiance, and a command was laid upon me. Despite my many attempts to return to heaven, and my many protests, I was bound to this human form. What had before been my powerful weapon was now my anchor. It prevented me from returning. I couldn't destroy it- suicide was a sin, I would be directed to hell and I would remain there. Instead, I needed to find Set and destroy him.

Set had vanished from the face of the earth. I, the great angelic warrior Azrael Devas, reincarnate of the angel of death and one of God's most loyal and powerful soldiers, was stuck. On earth, a place of sin and temptation. My human form had desires I needed to satisfy, and although spreading my wings was something that I needed to do very often, finding somewhere to fly was difficult without risking exposure. But I coped, and have coped to this day.

wow, i'm glad to be joining URBAN ARCANA. my name just so happens to be Jake, and the celebrity who i am using just so happens to be Brad Pitt. i've been doing this for a year or so, so i pretty much know how this all works.

taken from Heroes- The RPG

-- The armoury was one of Kaz's favourite places. The sheer amount of awesome weapons that Jack had thrown together out of practically nothing was amazing, and Kaz was so appreciative, that he could spend an hour picking up different weapons and just messing around with them- twirling swords, spinning bo staffs and flicking butterfly daggers. The daggers were his favourite, and he had to admit, he thought he looked cool with them. All ghosted up, spinning through the air with a butterfly dagger in each hand, flicking the razor-sharp blade out through mid-manouver and slashing on impact? Yea, he had practiced it a few times in front of the mirror-wall in the training room, so what?

So right now, Kaz had decided that he was going to have one of those relaxation days, getting a nice cool bottle of water, floating gently down into the practice room, grabbing a few weapons, and pushing himself to his absolute exhaustion point through training. It was a simple time- it was a good time. He'd already fixed two sabres to his belt, tucked two butterfly daggers into his boots, two bowie daggers into thigh straps, attached gauntlets to his forearms, tied a bo staff, a spear and a twister to his back, and was holding a katar in his right hand, and a katana in his left. He stared longingly at the crossbow that he had no room to carry- he'd come back for it.

Ghosting in a pulse of pale smoke, Kaz began to lazily drift through the air to the practice room. He stayed totally invisible, he knew that people hated him drifting through the room when they were busy of focused, and nagged him to walk around like a normal person. Fat chance. He'd just travel everywhere whilst invisible, then nobody would care. Through one of the common rooms, Kaz got to the kitchen and fixed himself a bottle of water after setting the weapons down on the side. When it was full, he put some ice cubes into it before screwing the lid on, tucking it under his arm to pick up his weapons and float back towards the armoury and the practice hall.

Cruising invisibly through the wall of the practice hall, something on the practice mat caught his eye. Moments later he realised that it was a blanket, and that beneath it were Jack and Andrea. Quite naked indeed. Well, he guessed so anyway. He didn't want to pull back the blanket and check. To save feeling like a pervert, he became visible again, the weapons strapped to him just as pearly white and smoky as his body was, and he made a trigger finger at Jack.

"Get in there, mate! Phew. No wonder you've spent less time fighting me, I see where all your energy's gone now, you crafty f*ck!" Kaz laughed, pointing a mockingly accusing finger at him. "Tainting my practice room with your escapades, naughty bastard. Pardon, Andie." With a nod to Andrea much more polite than his friendly banter to Jack, couldn't help but keep smirking to himself as he began to reverse back into the wall.

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did i mention this application template was created by JESSICA. She was bored, and felt inspired. So yeah, credit is due where it is due. She goes by GAGA @ CAUTION. Not that it matters since she rarely posts anything there.

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