Azreal Dren
The Shifting Wind
In a couple of sentences:
Azreal takes personal interests above all else, what interactions he has between others is more often than not a facade put on simply to push the conversation along towards its finality. This is not to say he can't take note to those of particular individuality, who present themselves in a light unlike the typical crowd, or one who might be of use to any of his ongoing schemes. A shapeshifter by birth, trust is put into no one but himself. Careful consideration is put into every action, but no time is wasted on needless puttering around aimlessly. Perhaps this marks him as a drab slate of a creature who always hides behind a mask, but Azreal is what he is, and as long as what he strives for his accomplished, that's all that matters to him. |
Physical Information
➘ Full Name: Nabaqeuzach (No one knows his birth name)
➘ Aliases: Azreal Dren, The Shifting Wind, numerous other names for his varying faces.
➘ Age (Lived Years): Roughly 1400 standard years, though time within the demonic planes is far different than the mortal lands.
➘ Physical Age: He appears to be in his mid to late twenties in his primary body.
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Shapeshifter
➘ Body Type: Lean form and slender limbs, sharp facial features.
➘ Height: 6'1"
➘ Weight: 195 lbs
➘ Coordination: Depends on the form he is in, but generally his coordination is solid.
➘ Reflexes: Having gone through so many different bodies, and fought in each of them, his reflexes are a sharp as a knife no matter what eyes he has.
➘ Physical Strength: Varies from form to form, the strength can carry over in different shifts, but it is by no means relative. A butterfly is not going to have the power to topple over a train.
Appearance
➘ A shapeshifter's original body is eerily similar to that of a human, slightly taller on average and possessing dark gray skin coloration instead of the traditional pink tones. They are almost all uniform without a difference to the untrained eye; like a blank slate without any real determining features. Slight variations in the tint of one's skin and small subtleties in the facial features are what allow one to tell each other apart. Azreal however, never shows off his actual form, choosing to stay in humanoid appearance until the necessity requiring a shift arises.
➘ His human form is just over six feet tall, having an average Caucasian skin complexion. His hair changes from time to time, but for the most part is down past his ears and kept well maintained. Both his eyes and hair are a striking golden glow. No matter what form he shifts to, they almost always keep his trademark golden oculars. The exception to this being if a job that requires a precise disguise, Azreal always wears the same clothes, a gold dress shirt tucked into his pants and all buttoned up along with a varying tie. Over the shirt is a black vest to match his jacket with the inlaid design in gold like the shirt, intricate in their flowering pattern to cover the material. Over the vest and shirt is a black jacket that matches the black of his slacks, gold buttons, of course. Then comes black socks, not that they're seen, along with formal brown leather shoes. He wears a gold watch on occasion, and a pair of simple rectangular frames even less.
Not seen unless without the jacket is a sleek black sheath at his hip, made for a dagger. The hilt is formed of gold, and the handle is black like the hilt, but over the stem is a thin design of gold. Down the center are small gems that seem to shift with the light.
At each side of his chest are satchels made of light brown leather, sewn into the lining of his jacket and usually held fairly tight to his body with straps of the same material. These are his apothecary pouches.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: He is known to be married in several of the many lives he lives.
➘ Immediate Family: Same as above.
➘ Allies: Zeno and The Corporation, many individuals and corporate or political structures depending on what face he wears.
➘ Enemies: Far less than Zeno thankfully.
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: No one he would mention for their safety.
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Neutral Evil
➘ Sociability: In the field of deception, Azreal knows how to put on any mask he needs to either be accepted or hated in a social situation.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Whatever he needs to get the job done.
➘ Lures: Any means to gain an edge on someone, luxurious living conditions, exotic animals.
➘ Savvies: Intel gathering, the art of killing, shapeshifting, imitating others, apothecary studies, adept learning.
➘ Ineptities: With so many personalities and faces at his disposal Azreal often finds it difficult to simply be himself.
➘ Profession: Underworld hitman and espionage extraordinaire.
➘ Education: He has both formal and informal educations of varying degrees under his belt.
➘ Hobbies: Creating both toxin and medicine, playing the flute, traveling, conversing, collecting animals.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: One of the lower demonic planes where his kind originates.
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: Believes in karma and that one day all of his misdeeds will catch up to him, not that it stops him from doing said misdeeds.
➘ Virtues: Diligence, Temperance
➘ Vices: Pride, Envy, Greed.
➘ Likes: People watching usually in the form of an unassuming creature, testing the limits of his silver tongue, casual drinking, his work.
➘ Dislikes: Having so many faces and needing to adapt at a moments notice, it's hard to say that he hates much of anything specific. A body and mind in flux.
➘ Affiliations: The Corporation, and too many others to list.
➘ Addictions: N/A
➘ Handicaps: N/A
➘ Medical Conditions: Paranoia
➘ Full Name: Nabaqeuzach (No one knows his birth name)
➘ Aliases: Azreal Dren, The Shifting Wind, numerous other names for his varying faces.
➘ Age (Lived Years): Roughly 1400 standard years, though time within the demonic planes is far different than the mortal lands.
➘ Physical Age: He appears to be in his mid to late twenties in his primary body.
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Shapeshifter
➘ Body Type: Lean form and slender limbs, sharp facial features.
➘ Height: 6'1"
➘ Weight: 195 lbs
➘ Coordination: Depends on the form he is in, but generally his coordination is solid.
➘ Reflexes: Having gone through so many different bodies, and fought in each of them, his reflexes are a sharp as a knife no matter what eyes he has.
➘ Physical Strength: Varies from form to form, the strength can carry over in different shifts, but it is by no means relative. A butterfly is not going to have the power to topple over a train.
Appearance
➘ A shapeshifter's original body is eerily similar to that of a human, slightly taller on average and possessing dark gray skin coloration instead of the traditional pink tones. They are almost all uniform without a difference to the untrained eye; like a blank slate without any real determining features. Slight variations in the tint of one's skin and small subtleties in the facial features are what allow one to tell each other apart. Azreal however, never shows off his actual form, choosing to stay in humanoid appearance until the necessity requiring a shift arises.
➘ His human form is just over six feet tall, having an average Caucasian skin complexion. His hair changes from time to time, but for the most part is down past his ears and kept well maintained. Both his eyes and hair are a striking golden glow. No matter what form he shifts to, they almost always keep his trademark golden oculars. The exception to this being if a job that requires a precise disguise, Azreal always wears the same clothes, a gold dress shirt tucked into his pants and all buttoned up along with a varying tie. Over the shirt is a black vest to match his jacket with the inlaid design in gold like the shirt, intricate in their flowering pattern to cover the material. Over the vest and shirt is a black jacket that matches the black of his slacks, gold buttons, of course. Then comes black socks, not that they're seen, along with formal brown leather shoes. He wears a gold watch on occasion, and a pair of simple rectangular frames even less.
Not seen unless without the jacket is a sleek black sheath at his hip, made for a dagger. The hilt is formed of gold, and the handle is black like the hilt, but over the stem is a thin design of gold. Down the center are small gems that seem to shift with the light.
At each side of his chest are satchels made of light brown leather, sewn into the lining of his jacket and usually held fairly tight to his body with straps of the same material. These are his apothecary pouches.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: He is known to be married in several of the many lives he lives.
➘ Immediate Family: Same as above.
➘ Allies: Zeno and The Corporation, many individuals and corporate or political structures depending on what face he wears.
➘ Enemies: Far less than Zeno thankfully.
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: No one he would mention for their safety.
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Neutral Evil
➘ Sociability: In the field of deception, Azreal knows how to put on any mask he needs to either be accepted or hated in a social situation.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Whatever he needs to get the job done.
➘ Lures: Any means to gain an edge on someone, luxurious living conditions, exotic animals.
➘ Savvies: Intel gathering, the art of killing, shapeshifting, imitating others, apothecary studies, adept learning.
➘ Ineptities: With so many personalities and faces at his disposal Azreal often finds it difficult to simply be himself.
➘ Profession: Underworld hitman and espionage extraordinaire.
➘ Education: He has both formal and informal educations of varying degrees under his belt.
➘ Hobbies: Creating both toxin and medicine, playing the flute, traveling, conversing, collecting animals.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: One of the lower demonic planes where his kind originates.
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: Believes in karma and that one day all of his misdeeds will catch up to him, not that it stops him from doing said misdeeds.
➘ Virtues: Diligence, Temperance
➘ Vices: Pride, Envy, Greed.
➘ Likes: People watching usually in the form of an unassuming creature, testing the limits of his silver tongue, casual drinking, his work.
➘ Dislikes: Having so many faces and needing to adapt at a moments notice, it's hard to say that he hates much of anything specific. A body and mind in flux.
➘ Affiliations: The Corporation, and too many others to list.
➘ Addictions: N/A
➘ Handicaps: N/A
➘ Medical Conditions: Paranoia
Abilities
➘ General Overview/Limits: Azreal's limitations are really only on how many forms he can hold at any one time, shifting forms can happen if eyes are taken off of his figure for even a moment. His stamina is carried over from each shift, but in that sense he also shares such strength across all forms he possesses. To burn him out you need to either take care of the shapeshifter all at once or fight through every single shift.
➘ General Overview/Limits: Azreal's limitations are really only on how many forms he can hold at any one time, shifting forms can happen if eyes are taken off of his figure for even a moment. His stamina is carried over from each shift, but in that sense he also shares such strength across all forms he possesses. To burn him out you need to either take care of the shapeshifter all at once or fight through every single shift.
- Shift: The ability to change form into any sentient form that the shifter possesses genetic knowledge of. The shifting process itself takes several seconds, and going from a larger body to a smaller one is a quicker reaction. The form will possess any base abilities of the creature that he copied, but will not retain any mental knowledge.
- Retain Forms: The collective library of forms that the shifter has. It takes but a few moments of physical contact to get a basic genetic memorization down. The number of forms possible to be learned is limited to fifteen and one must be removed before a new one can be learned.
- Form Mutation: The mastered control over the forms of his body, Azreal has taken specific traits from other species under his list and spawned growth in his true body. This grants him the ability to use specific traits from other species in whatever form he chooses.
- Clothing Necessity: Azreal has a set of clothing that appears over his humanoid form after shifting from any non-humanoid form.
- Apothecary Studies: Azreal is well-versed in horticulture and herbalism, able to produce anything from medicinal tinctures and potions to lethal poisons.
Weapons/Gear
➘ Azreal is well trained in the use of handheld blades and firearms for use in methods of assassination and espionage. Silence, particularly in concealing a kill is key. In open combat, he reasonably holds his own without a struggle, but when matched against a skilled user, he is likely to shift into a form suited for fighting than stick it out with a gun or dagger. All situations have different flows and difficulties to them, often he is left without the means to sneak a gun or a typical blade into an encounter. Thus, he has knowledge of how to craft rather exotic, if not crude shivs and single shot firearms. One last detail: Azreal prides himself on being a particularly skilled apothecary, in poisons, specifically. One never knows when a delayed kill or nicking someone with a blade in a fight and letting them slowly die over time might be preferable.
➘ Azreal is well trained in the use of handheld blades and firearms for use in methods of assassination and espionage. Silence, particularly in concealing a kill is key. In open combat, he reasonably holds his own without a struggle, but when matched against a skilled user, he is likely to shift into a form suited for fighting than stick it out with a gun or dagger. All situations have different flows and difficulties to them, often he is left without the means to sneak a gun or a typical blade into an encounter. Thus, he has knowledge of how to craft rather exotic, if not crude shivs and single shot firearms. One last detail: Azreal prides himself on being a particularly skilled apothecary, in poisons, specifically. One never knows when a delayed kill or nicking someone with a blade in a fight and letting them slowly die over time might be preferable.
A Little Snippet of Their Life:
Azreal Dren's origin and true nature is a closely guarded secret that perhaps no one but himself is privy to. He who shares a name similar with the archangel of death; a fitting title considering he is the harbinger of a myriad of individual's untimely demise. Even his partner of countless generations, Zeno, hasn't discerned his past beyond a certain point. A millennium and a half may seem like a lengthy period of time for some people, but for an ageless being like himself, it is but the stepping point in what should turn out to be an endless cycle.
In his youth, Azreal had parents as anyone else did; his race had the basic constructs of a normal society after all. At least, they pretended to believe it as such. As a shapeshifter, expectations were placed upon him as a child. His kind did not sit idly by on the sidelines - they who brought influences of the greatest caliber upon the world, thieves of unparalleled skill, and assassins of unmatched lethality. Shame would be brought to his lineage were he to be anything less than the best. As per tradition to prove his skills, he mercilessly slit the throats of his entire family; a show to all that he was worthy of carrying on the mantle of their legacy. Blood begets blood after all, and in that competition that he had no desire to face.
As the years progressed he acquired many faces and forms, his talent seemed without a limit. Possessing a sharp mind and an even sharper blade, there rarely stood a job he could not complete with the utmost efficiency. Yet, personally, he saw a glass ceiling of which he could not break through, stagnating into obscurity. In his eyes, to progress further help was required, he could only be in so many places at once. To his luck with an almost uncanny sense of timing, a certain organization decided to reach out to Azreal for cooperation in fulfilling their own questionable needs. Azreal loathed the notion of working in a group for purposes outside of his own, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to expand his skills and cultivate a vast network of connections than he could ever hope for alone. In this collective, Azreal would be paired with one who he'd come to consider a threat of the highest caliber. Zeno, a man as mysterious as Azreal himself. Each wove a web of lies not so much malicious as cautious, and in this similarity, he formed a fragile bond with the man who proclaimed himself the life eater. Since that fateful day he has been an invaluable partner of Zeno's and to the organization itself. Whether it be for or better or worse; the two were like brothers, but each more than knew how little family meant to either. The day would come when the duo needed to part ways, and so help anyone near when they decided to do so.
Azreal just hoped that he'd make it out before Zeno no longer saw a need for the shapeshifter, or before escape was made impossible.
Azreal Dren's origin and true nature is a closely guarded secret that perhaps no one but himself is privy to. He who shares a name similar with the archangel of death; a fitting title considering he is the harbinger of a myriad of individual's untimely demise. Even his partner of countless generations, Zeno, hasn't discerned his past beyond a certain point. A millennium and a half may seem like a lengthy period of time for some people, but for an ageless being like himself, it is but the stepping point in what should turn out to be an endless cycle.
In his youth, Azreal had parents as anyone else did; his race had the basic constructs of a normal society after all. At least, they pretended to believe it as such. As a shapeshifter, expectations were placed upon him as a child. His kind did not sit idly by on the sidelines - they who brought influences of the greatest caliber upon the world, thieves of unparalleled skill, and assassins of unmatched lethality. Shame would be brought to his lineage were he to be anything less than the best. As per tradition to prove his skills, he mercilessly slit the throats of his entire family; a show to all that he was worthy of carrying on the mantle of their legacy. Blood begets blood after all, and in that competition that he had no desire to face.
As the years progressed he acquired many faces and forms, his talent seemed without a limit. Possessing a sharp mind and an even sharper blade, there rarely stood a job he could not complete with the utmost efficiency. Yet, personally, he saw a glass ceiling of which he could not break through, stagnating into obscurity. In his eyes, to progress further help was required, he could only be in so many places at once. To his luck with an almost uncanny sense of timing, a certain organization decided to reach out to Azreal for cooperation in fulfilling their own questionable needs. Azreal loathed the notion of working in a group for purposes outside of his own, but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to expand his skills and cultivate a vast network of connections than he could ever hope for alone. In this collective, Azreal would be paired with one who he'd come to consider a threat of the highest caliber. Zeno, a man as mysterious as Azreal himself. Each wove a web of lies not so much malicious as cautious, and in this similarity, he formed a fragile bond with the man who proclaimed himself the life eater. Since that fateful day he has been an invaluable partner of Zeno's and to the organization itself. Whether it be for or better or worse; the two were like brothers, but each more than knew how little family meant to either. The day would come when the duo needed to part ways, and so help anyone near when they decided to do so.
Azreal just hoped that he'd make it out before Zeno no longer saw a need for the shapeshifter, or before escape was made impossible.
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