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Bhaziell, Keeper of the Black Diamond

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Prologue
+ NAME + Bhaziell
+ ALIAS + Keeper of the Black Diamond
+ AGE + Ageless, Immortal (Appears Mid-30s)
+ GENDER + Male
+ STAR SIGN + Unknown
+ BORN + Summer
+ ORIGIN + Edge of the Moraki Desert
+ SPECIES + Lion shifter (by force)
+ RESIDENCE + Nomadic
+ OCCUPATION + Guardian of the Underworld
+ COUNTENANCE + Dusty Black hair / Gold-yellow eyes
+ STATURE + 6'5" / 233 lbs. (human form)
+ SEXUALITY + Unknown



__________________IN-DEPTH

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
In Bhaziell's first form – his true form – he is that of a large tsavo lion, a short thick black mane over tawny fur and with large powerful paws and limbs, with yellow eyes and rounded tufted ears. He still has this form and can change back from time to time, although he finds the process exhausting. In the human form he's come to know, his skin has a deep, olive tan, a taut and roughly hewn musculature, not unlike his previous form. While he's very physically fit, he is graceful and acrobatic. He has a thick head of hair, not unlike the mane he used to have, although it is short, just above his neck in length, and naturally tufts out. It's this black hair that hangs over an angular brow, over deep rich yellow lion eyes (carrying over from his lion form), and long broad nose, sharp cheekbones, and narrow jaw.

Over time he's found he can change between his forms, and even have hybrid transformations as needed. He can grow out his claws or ears where necessary to shred or hear better.  The scars of his old life remain, surviving scuffles with rival lions to secure territory for his pride, and they appear as long white scars in his hide – er, skin – in particular his back, right thigh, upper arms, and a close brush with death along his belly.

PERSONA
At times cold and cynical, brooding and brimming with dark humor, it's true that Bhaziell has had lots of time to become bitter. Thankfully, he's gotten over the initial trauma and confusion of adjusting to his human form. His speech is terse and gruff, and at times snarky. For all the years he's been around he's got to find some way to amuse himself.

He has a harshness to him, retaining much of his animal nature and protective instincts. He fights savagely and although gaining his trust might be difficult, his loyalty is true, and makes it a habit of keeping his promises. Bhaziell has no real expectations from these temporary alliances, and knows he'll likely move on like he always has.


- Faith -
This word has a strange taste on his tongue – at times foul and tasteless, and at others a sweetened ripe fruit in the middle of an oasis.  He doesn't know much about magic or gods or their effect on the world. He is much too practical to give it more thought than necessary. The Black Diamond he bears is his only connection to the spiritual world.

MAGIC/ABILITIES
- Keeper of the Black Diamond -
The Black Diamond is the not simply a colored jewel as it's namesake. It is a merely a conduit from which opens the gateway to the underworld, where souls might seek passage to rest at last, or others might try to break free from and escape. As it's Keeper, Bhaziell is charged with its protection, not only from outside threads but protecting the gateway from anything inside trying to get out. Bhaziell can feel any tension within the Diamond, and can sense spirits with ill-intent that are close-by.  Any that he finds, he casts them and traps them within the Diamond.

By virtue of his physiology, retains heightened senses, strength, and reflexes. He can smell fear, pain, arousal, aggression. Can  also jump approximately 15 feet into the air with ease, leap across great gaps without so much as a sprained ankle. He still fights with the same animal savagery, and attacks without hesitation, although his desire to kill has been tempered with time.

When in human form, he's grown accustomed to using his five-ringed dao saber. Plucked from the body of a dead mercenary, he kept it in hand and it's almost become an extension of himself. At full length of approximately 32 inches, the curved saber has a broadened head – with five rings hooked into the sword's blunt back- a skinny neck, and two-handed hilt. It has a small guard, a small lizard's skull planted above the hilt, and a well-balanced pommel. It's single edge is sharp enough to slice something as soft as silk so much as flutters over it.

RELATIONSHIPS
His lioness, and his cubs which have passed on long ago.

HISTORY
Bhaziell has no distinct memory of when he first became what he is now. One moment he was a lion wandering the edge of the desert, saw someone turn to dust, the next he shifted into a human. With horror, he lost his beautiful coat, his powerful claws, and was forced to leave his pride and cubs behind. A creature now given purpose beyond that of primal survival.

Becoming immortal has given Bhaziell lots of time to get accustomed to his new form, with which he learned to speak, stand, and move. The truth comes in vivid dreams when he managed to sleep. Paws sinking deep into sand, the moon high on a that cloudless night as he stalked the desert's edge. For it was there he found the one that had the Black Diamond before him. As they died, they spoke in words he did not understand, and he drew closer in his curiosity. When he was within arm's reach, they pressed the Diamond to his skin, and he yelped away at it's coldness.

A bright burst of light erupted from the Diamond, and Bhaziell saw the body turn to dust, fading away as if a pile of ash being carried away by the wind, and his lion form no more. Bhaziell was driven from his pride, leaving his mate behind and his cubs, and the only sense of reason came from his dreams. A voice that comforted him, and felt to him more familiar, and knew only that it came from the Black Diamond, and that whether he liked it or not, he was charged with it's guardianship.

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