Name: Azrael Marah Has forgotten last name
Nicknames: Azzy, Angel, Azzeh
Age: 113 Years
Species: Half-Breed
Wings: Black feathered wings but his left has one white feather blended in, and he's pulled it out but it just grows back overnight.
Gender: Male
Clan: None
Orientation: Straight
Eye Color: Dark Blueish Grey
Hair Color: Black
Skin Complexion: Fair
Normal Clothing: Normally tight skinny jeans and some form of black tshirt with something colorful on it.
Personality: He's a very defensive person. He's a sweet heart in truth, but he is very protective over those he cares about, as history shows. He's quick to be backed in a corner, but quicker to lash out because of it.
Likes: Girls, Darkness, Thinking, Fighting
Dislikes: Liars, Cheaters, Fakes, All Those Stupid People Who Want To Be A Vampire Because They Think They're Sparkly Fairies Or Something.
History: He was born to a vampire father, Mordecai, and a human mother, Xyla. Neither parent would claim him. His mother abandoned him in the streets as a 2 year old child. Granted, he was older tham two, but for aging so slowly, he only looked about two. He was an embarrassment for being a half breed. And an embarrassment to his father for having had a child with a human.

He was found by a little girl. The two ran around together for years. She took care of him. Stealing food and clothing for the two of them. She had been abandoned also. Although she had never explained what had exactly happened to her parents. She seemed to age just as slowly as he did.

The two started growing closer and closer, finally seeing each other exclusively when they looked to be human teenagers. Holding hands and such. Neither had ever had an intimate feeling towards the other, but it was the easiest way to keep others away.

One night can change your life. He stared at her in the darkness and the sudden urge to kiss her swept over him, and kissing led to more. Nights went by and the two were inseperable. But one evening, he woke to find her gone.

He went out searching for her and upon finding her, she was curled up to someone else. But one thing didn't strike him as right. The creature smelled like her, but it wasn't exactly her. The creature wasn't human, but wolf...

He sneered and the two woke up. She had flipped to a human form and stared at him with fright in her eyes. Anger swelled up in Azrael as he went blind with rage and when he regained sanity, the male werewolf was limp in his hands and the girl was huddled in the corner crying. He dropped the werewolf and turned to comfort her, but she refused it, growling at him and growing her own set of werewolf fangs to snap at him.

It was no use, she transformed and ran past him. She was gone, and he didn't know what to do...

He left the scene of the crime and went back to his own little hide out.

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OOC Name: Sycautik
Any Extras About You: Ummm....Yeah...