Post by Azazel Black on Aug 9, 2009 23:22:44 GMT
Azazel Black
If this is hell, then you could say it's heavenly.
You know that hell ain't a bad place to be.
character basics
NICKNAMES: The Second Fallen, Mr. Black, and in some very special cases 'Zel'.
AGE: Unknown; seems to be around his early forties.
BIRTHDAY: Unknown; but he likes to tell that he was born on the sixth of June.
GROUP: Dark Being.
SPECIES: Demon.
OCCUPATIONSoul counter/Contract maker.
GENDER: Male.
PLAY-BY: Johnny Depp.appearance
Azazel has an appearance that most would describe as 'distrustful'. He has long dark hair that covers his shoulders and that looks as if it needs a good scrub; a look that is out of fashion, since most men nowadays wear short hair. And when he places his dark top hat over his head, he truly looks like a man man of the 19th century. All that he's missing is a long dark cape. But let's talk about clothing later, right now, we must focus on his face. Yes, his face. Azazel might look like a man with lack of hygiene and the kind of guy most wouldn't like to find in a dark alley...But there's something about his eyes and his whole expression that just seems to lure you in. Azazel might look out-dated, but he doesn't look bad for a terribly old demon. That he doesn't. You might say he even picked this appearance of his to attract more people, to gain their sympathy. Especially women.
As for his body structure, Azazel is in pretty good shape. If you touch his arms and legs, you'll feel small but strong muscles that assure you just how strong the man is. Although it is rare for Mr. Black to get into fights, a strong and well placed punch can leave anyone unconscious. Another thing about Azazel is his skin color; being pale is a sign of elegance and nobility. Being tanned isn't. And Mr. Black is quite tanned. Why? Try passing most of your time in a place where there's nothing more than tortured souls and fire; lots of fire.
And finally, the clothing. You can find a top hat on Azazel's head most of the time, but, amazingly, he is polite enough to take it off when inside of someone's home. He wears a dark tuxedo that gives him a quite elegant look, contrasting with his not-so-elegant hair and features. He also wears white gloves most of the time, as if he's afraid to leave his fingerprints on anything...as if he's always ready to commit some sort of crime. Either way, you can say that Azazel has a good and expansive taste in clothing. Yet, most people swear that he's always wearing the same clothes. It sounds as if he lacks personal hygiene, doesn't it? But it isn't the case. It is almost as if this man doesn't sweat or produce any sort of odor...which is quite true.
Azazel doesn't smell like anything. Sure, most people will tell you that they don't smell like anything...But everyone has a smell. Some people smell like cheap shampoo, others like tobacco, others like beer and others smell like sweet honey. Azazel, smells like nothing. Which makes it impossible for any human or animal to sense his odor. As for his voice, and this might come as a surprise, Azazel has a British accent. Although he likes to pass most of his time lurking around New and Corrupt York, Mr. Black has a British accent. It has a sophisticated and rather deep tone to it. Very odd. But it was the voice he picked. The voice he liked.personality
Azazel might be the Devil's right hand, but that doesn't make him a complex or interesting character. He's actually a man of simple tastes; he enjoys women, alcohol, tobacco and, above all, chaos. Did that last word catch your attention? Mr. Black likes to watch men fighting against each others, he likes to watch common sense being set aside, he likes when rational and intelligent men act like true beasts. Why? Perhaps it amuses him, perhaps it reminds him of home, either way, Azazel isn't afraid of bringing a bit of pandemonium to earth. It fascinates him how humans react to certain things. The human emotions are what interest Azazel the most. Probably because he lacks feelings. Sure, he can copy them and fake tears and laughs...But rarely do these things feel natural to him. He does smile quite a lot. Only to show that he's amused or that he isn't afraid.
And that's another thing about Azazel. He isn't afraid. Not of anything in particular. He might get a few butterflies in his stomach when the big boss gets angry at him, but he won't run or shake with fear. Dealing with lost souls have made him quite indifferent toward the word 'terror' or 'horror'. But, then again, most demons seem like fearless and strong creatures. Proud above all. And that he is. Mr. Black is very proud of himself and his dirty deeds. He simply loves his job. Although he's the one who counts the souls and makes sure that contracts with the devil are being fallowed, nothing stops him from luring a few poor humans into the wrong path, right?
But, in the end, most humans will describe Azazel as a charming and rather amusing man. He is indeed charming, he knows what people want to hear or feel, and he offers those words and gestures in a silver plate. Mr. Black is quite helpful actually; if you have a problem with your love life or with money or even with the way you look, he'll offer his help and he'll solve all your problems. Of course, he expects something in return. And once you owe Mr. Black something, there's no escaping. If you try getting rid of him, he will hunt you down and force you to pay him. Remember when I said that Azazel didn't really have any real human emotions? Well, there you have it. No matter how long you've known him or how well you know him, if you mess with him, Azazel will make your life a living hell.
But there is one thing that Azazel can't resist! Food. Earth's tasty and oh-so-diverse food makes his stomach growl. He'll eat and eat and eat and neve get satisfied or fat. Gluttony is a weakness sometimes. And this is probably Mr. Black's only weakness and way to blackmail him. Offer him food; a food that he's never tasted before, and he'll do as you say. But after he eats that tasty meal you've corrupted him with, you better get ready to meet the consequences.family & history
Azazel does not have a mother or a father. The closest thing he has to a parent must be the Devil himself who created him to and only to obey him and spread pandemonium among humans. In the beginning, after Azazel took his first breath, he visited earth occasionally to demand the payment of the people who'd sold their souls to the devil in trade for something. These meetings didn't always go so well. Azazel used to be naïve enough to walk away empty handed. But after a while and many punishments from Lucifer, he learned that he could be more persuasive. It was by the time that Azazel learned the difference between a demon and a human; and how weak and submissive men and women could be.
Azazel ended up by being allowed on earth so he could keep a closer eye on all the souls ready to be lured and corrupted. He picked an appearance that wasn't as frighting as his original form and, although he kept the name given to him by Lucifer, he saw himself forced to find another one. Mr. Black. Although the name sounds rather corny, it seemed to please Azazel...And every human that meets him usually calls him by that. Azazel isn't a very common name among New Yorkers. Ah yes. That city had something rather attractive. It was like it was ready to blow at any second without anyone's help. Remember the Wall Street Crash? Well, Azazel wasn't the one to blame for the whole thing...But when people would offer him their souls, he'd convince them that they'd only survive if they invested their money on what he told them to. Yes, a demon responsible for an economic disaster. What about that?
So, this is how his life as been. Luring, threatening, black mailing, it's all business. But recently, Azazel has seemed to become more and more interested in the way the human emotions work. He studies and manipulates man in order to...to learn more if you will. But can it be healthy for the devil's right hand to feel so interested in those he's supposed to fool and corrupt?the roleplayer
NAME: Eva!
GENDER: Female!
AGE: Fifteens!
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Four years! (?)
OTHER CHARACTERS: None.
HOW YOU FOUND US: Fabric of our lives~
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
“Staaaaart spreadin’ the news dun du du du du dun dun, I’m leaviiiiin today…”
A loud raspy voice with an Australian accent echoed through the cafeteria. It was singing a rather known American song by Frank Sinatra, one of Roger’s favorite singers of all time. It wasn’t the first time that he began singing during lunch time. And although Roger ‘Eyeball’ Barkley found it rather amusing and entertaining, most of the other prisoners didn’t like his singing voice. To tell you the truth, he didn’t sing that well…And Roger was aware of that. Just because one doesn’t know how to do something, it doesn’t mean they can’t like it, right? He sat alone, his feet on the table, his plate still filled with disgusting food, and his hands behind his head, as if he was ready to take a nap.
“…I wanna be part of it…New York, New Yoooork!”
A rather large and intimidating prisoner closed both fists and got up to his feet, his small blue eyes glaring at Eyeball as if he was ready to chop his head off. Big Jo, that was what everyone called him. Apparently, his special power had something to do with his ability to gain as much weight as he wanted to. He could have the weight of a feather in one second and in the next be as heavy as a freaking elephant! Of course, he couldn’t really do much with that collar around his neck, making that power of his rather useless. “OY! If you don’t cut that infernal singing, I swear I’ll break you in two!” Big Jo yelled while pointing one fat finger at Eyeball. The long haired man furrowed his eyebrows a bit while turning his head in the other man’s direction. Big Jo…Just a big fatso who thought he could push around the skinnier and smaller ones. But, deep down inside, he was a wuss. Well…at least that was what Roger liked to believe in.
“Aw. Don’ like my singin’, Jo?” Eyeball asked with a little mocking smile on his face. That smile made the muscles on Jo’s neck tighten up…most of the other inmates seemed to swallow with fear, while other stared at Roger filled with curiosity. Eyeball could not be much of a fighter, but he was a big talker. “Your wife used to love when I sang to her…I liked to do it while we both laid on your water bed, you know?” He was pushing it. He was pushing it and he knew it. Roger had no chance in a fight with Big Jo; while the guy could just sit on him and break his ribs, all Eyeball could do was look through him. Fantastic right? A freaking X-ray eye, that was his gift. Sure, it was useful when talking to some female inmates, but when fighting a big guy like Jo? No. He couldn’t use it. He refused to.
The big man walked in his direction, both hands closed into fists and when he was close enough, he punched Roger right in the nose, making the redhead fall from his chair, right on his back. The cafeteria went wild. People screamed and cheered, begging for a fight. Big Jo cracked his knuckles and Roger cleaned the blood that now ran from his right nostril. “You won’t be able to walk for a week after I’m done with you…” Jo said with a small angry smile while looking down at the Australian. Roger sat up while releasing a small growl of pain and managed to show a small cocky smile. “Funny…” Roger said before spitting some blood into his hand. “…That’s exactly what I told your wife last time I saw her…” And bam! Another punch across the face made Eyeball land on his face, more blood running down his nostrils. Damn! Those guy’s fists seemed to be made out of stone. Hopefully, someone would stop that fight…If not, Roger would be dead meat.
