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Azrael Mordeth, Deity

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Name: Azrael Wraith Mordeth
Nicknames: Az, Azzy
Titles: Prince of Darkness, Blood of Ash, Harbinger of Chaos
Age: Ageless
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Species: Vampire/Demon hybrid
Ethnicity: Deity
Height: 5' 9"
Occupation: Deity
Residence: Temple of Ash

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Physical Description:
Azrael is an odd looking creature to say the least. Alabaster skin makes his pale body seem almost carved from a perfect block of marble, though stiffness is not something you can say about him, his body is lithe and slender, built for speed and agility, the man has the reflexes of a serpent, his body moving so fluidly you would question if he even had bones in his limbs.

His height is only average, a few inches shy of six feet, and his weight around 163 pounds, his limbs are on the longer side, but not ridiculously so. From this he hardly seems overly remarkable, as the pale, smooth skin is a trademark of his vampiric nature; however, there are many distinct little characteristics that set this creature apart from his vampiric brethren.

For starters, his hair is two very contrasting colors. Light and dark, his hair is white as snow with bands darker than the darkest night striking across each individual hair. His hair is short in the back, with long bangs falling in his face, partially hiding his even stranger eyes. The color of molten silver, his eyes are pale with darker flecks of grey; they are framed by long, thick, dark lashes.

On to his face, because he is so terribly slender, his face seems just a little long, almost fox-like, it can be considered. His nose is petit and slightly pointy, his brow smooth, his cheeks almost hollow, and his mouth is usually found in either a thoughtful frown or a fiendish smirk. His lips are a little thin, and usually a bluish color, bloodless at the rest of him, unless he has just fed, of course. His teeth are straight and obviously well-tended, as they glisten when the light hits them; his fangs are proudly displayed. Hands are adorned with long, spidery fingers, nails filed to sharp claws.

Personality:
Let's not beat around the bush here, Azrael is one cocky son of a bitch. He's vain, selfish, smug, arrogant, and vindictive. A god among mortals, and you better believe it, he sure as hell does. Entitled, being idolized and worshipped is owed to him. Mortals should be thankful merely to bask in his presence. Pay him his due, fawn over him, and you will know his relatively tame side.

Insult him and you will be taught the true meaning of pain, for when his wrath burned out you would curse the day your father first laid eyes upon your mother. Azrael is a vengeful creature who neither forgives nor forgets. Slight him once and he can hold it against you for centuries, even millennia. Time is of little relevance and he has the cunning and patience to bide his time and strike when his prey is most vulnerable to him.

When his anger has not been stirred, he is a relatively laid-back creature; usually content to merely lavish himself with pleasures, from blood to sex. Azrael is all about self-satisfaction and bringing himself pleasure and joy. He's not a dark, brooding creature, he enjoys the finer things and indulges his fancies. What is the point of living if you don't feel alive? Enjoy life; there is nothing else to be done, as far as he's concerned.

Surprisingly, Azrael is rather fond of children. There is something about their innocence and naivety that greatly captivates him. Harming children is something he is loath to do, and his followers are strictly forbidden from it. He's particularly fond of his own children, and attempting to father offspring is something he does eagerly and with frequency.

History:
Sometimes a person is born from such a twisted union that it leaves a mark upon their very soul. To tell Azrael's story, we first have to tell the tale of his parents. Nostrael was a powerful vampire, leader of a blood cult, and god among his followers. Viska was a beautiful demon who could command the shadows.

Nostrael wanted Viska's power; wanted it enough to call upon powerful Demon crafters to entrap her for him. Binding her to his command, he took all that he could ever want from her and more. Feeding on her blood he slowly, over the course of many feedings, drained away her power. Her power was not the only thing he desired, however.

He forced her to carry his child. His heir. An unholy union between vampire and demon to create something more powerful than either parent. Viska did everything she could to kill her son before he even left her womb, unwilling to birth such an abomination. It did not matter what she desired, the creature growing in her refused to be stopped. With each passing day she grew weaker as her unborn child grew stronger.

Azrael was born in the dead of night, within a demonic circle, with his father's cult chanting around him. As he took his first breath, his mother breathed her last. He had stolen every last ounce of strength and life from his mother. It was into this twisted world that he was born. Worshipped as the son of a god from the moment he left the womb.

Every possible allowance was given to him. There was nothing he could not have, and in his youth his thirst was insatiable. As he grew his followers were slaughtered by the dozens to appease his lust for blood. Nostrael had indeed gotten what he wanted, an heir that would bring glory to his people, and the power of Viska was his. What he had not wanted was a child that he could not control.

No amount of sacrifice was enough for Azrael, not in his early years. The cultists gladly gave their lives to him, but he wanted more. Nostrael was still considered the God. This could not be. As he aged into his powers, growing stronger each year, the father came to fear the son, and it was the son that the cultists came to worship even before their God, for their god had granted them a great gift!

The time came when Azrael demanded the ultimate sacrifice, and the cultists gladly gave it to him. Nostrael fought against the thing he had created, but he could not save himself. Nostrael's corpse was burned in celebration on the alters of Azrael, and a new God was born.

For a thousand years the cult flourished, and Azrael remained a burning example of a true deity. However, once his youthful energy had finally passed, he settled into a much calmer nature. Despite his destruction of his father, he found himself yearning for his own heirs. The command was given and every year his cultists would go out for him, scouring all the lands and bringing him back only the fairest of maidens. Out of them he would select a virgin bride.

Each year passed the same. He would take his bride, and upon failing to provide him with the son he so desired, she would be sacrificed as the next year's offerings were presented. For decades this went on, with each bride being sacrificed and lovingly entombed as a 'chosen one' of their God.

The year he met the kitsune, it was one he would never forget. While his appetite preferred women, he could be swayed by a particularly appealing male. This "male" was exactly what he needed, however. Mating with his new plaything, he was given not one, but three sons: Tempt, Raven, and Ashlar.

The offerings of virgin brides was stopped. Their God was appeased and the cultists began nurturing and grooming the three sons to be fine offspring for their God. Of course, Azrael hand chose his heir, and it was Raven whom he picked. Out of his three sons, it was Raven that most inherited his vampiric nature.

For ten years his happiness seemed complete. Then his mate left him for a full-blooded demon and a fury unimaginable was unleashed. The kitsune disappeared, but the demon that had wronged him, Senji Yamada, prince of a desolate clan, was punished most severely. When he had finished with him, the rage of his betrayed heart burned out, the husk of a demon was entombed and left to rot.

Azrael, exhausted and annoyed, ordered himself entombed among his many brides, where he would hibernate for a time. Raven was left in charge of the cult. His oldest son Tempt has been killed during his sleep, and his youngest, Ashlar, is currently a slave. Azrael is unaware of either of these events.

Magic/Abilities:
Umbrakinesis:
The ability to manipulate shadows. Shadows are his playthings, he can teleport objects and himself through the manipulation of shadows. They can be used as looking glasses to see and hear things far away. They can be made to seem alive, manifesting into terrifying shadow monsters.

Regeneration: Azrael is immortal, so his body is constantly regenerating itself. He does not scar, and few injuries will slow him for long; obviously consuming blood help speed up this process.

Compulsion: Able to place people under a hypnotic spell and compel them to obey his commands. The effectiveness of this ability depends on how strong-willed his victim is. Some fall easily under his sway, others fight his control, some can resist him completely.

Weaknesses:
Daylight: As a vampire hybrid, sunlight is something he detests with all his being. Because of his demon blood, he will not burn to ash, but moving in the day is not something he is comfortable with if he can avoid it. The sun hurts his eyes.

Holy Power: As an inherently evil being, Holy Powers harm him.

Blood: Azrael is half vampire, he needs the blood of others to sustain himself. Feeding regularly is a requirement unless he has gone into hibernation, at which point he can sleep for centuries without nourishment.

Relationships:
Tempt Valor Mordeth: Oldest son. Deceased.
Raven Wolfgang Mordeth: Middle son. Heir. Alive.
Ashlar Wraith Mordeth: Youngest son. Alive. Slave.
Senji Yamada: Mortal enemy. A demon who must pay.

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