RAZEIL

[RAZEIL]

» RAZEIL
'...I screamed and you were there...'

Username: Razeil, Raz, Fizz, Fixx any of those
Other characters:none
Other?:

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Gender: male
Age: 4
Species: tiger
Sexuality:straight
Element: earth
Familar: a chipmunk
Alliance: The dead
Rank: lord?

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Appearance:
Razeil moves with a spectral movement, he is a ghost. His form is translucent when he wants it to be, but it does take shape, form a fraction of the color he used to have. In this way, his striped fur is black and a dingy, faded tan. His eyes, curiously enough, are not red, or any form of hateful color, they are an amber green, an explosion of reptilian color. Razeil has only a few wounds on him from his death, one on his muzzle, and the other behind his jaw, neither in a place that would suggest the cause of death. In fact, few would be able to figure it out without him explaining. Razeil was poisoned, he didn't have his throat ripped out or die of blood loss, it was far slower than that.

As for his familiar, she, yes she, is the average color of a chipmunk, dusty brown with white here and there while stripes of black go down her back. Her body, so petite, but rather quick, can generally be found either on Razeil's paws, between his shoulder blades, or perched on the spot between his ears.


One sentence: Razeil is..misunderstood.
Scars, or deformitys?:
A scarrish wound on his muzzle, and behind his jaw.

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Personality:
Razeil is proud, borderline arrogant, but never has he crossed that line. He is true to his word, most of the time, but it is interpreting what he actually means that is tricky. In other words, he is very cunning and extremely intelligent. He is the type that always knows what to say to get him out of a situation, charming, you could say, but not at all interested in anyone. He simply uses others to get what he wants, whether its information or..well, anything else that suits his fancy. Respect is a big thing with him, and unfortunately, its not something that is acquired easily with him, he can be very disrespectful and usually is. Though he does know that it is best to respect the King and Queen, all others are fair game.

He is loyal to those he openly pledges himself to, but for those that just assume he is loyal because of how he acts..they are just a pawn in his game, ready to be sacrificed for the good of the game. He isn't a very loving feline, twisted more towards indifference than anything else. He tolerates others infatuation with him, but at times it goes beyond his patience and his rarely seen temper is seen.
Intrests:
the stars.
other animals reactions.
the elements.
poisons.
Vogue
Dislikes:
idiots
unnecessary killing
the undead
judgements
total darkness

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History:

Razeil was formerly part of the living kingdom, while not particularly important, he ran a secretive life, being out of the limelight was perfectly suited for him. He was not much of a killer, but he would fight, he mostly enjoyed pretending to be a rogue cat, listening in on information when he could and reporting to a higher up when something of interest was heard. Of course, when the undead heard about him, they had tried to kill him, finally resulting in his death by poison. As it was a murder, he was forced to stay, how ironic that the very things he hated he now walked among.

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RP sample:
I'm assuming, by recycled it can be from any site? If not, let me know and it will be changed.

At the sound of the mournful howl his skull shot up, ears straining for the barn as he listened. It entered his brain in less than a heartbeat, his frame jerked forward, the first step taking him into the creek, while the next propelled him forward with such force that his paws landed on the opposite bank. The following minutes were a blur of trees, bushes and soil, filled with nothing but the remaining sounds were of his heartbeat and the howl that was continuing on as well as its echo in his mind. Cresting a hill he did not stop, his reptillious eyes sweeping the land, with no sound to guide him he relied heavily upon sight and scent. In the end it was sight that guided him, the three dogs and the heap of fur on the ground, unmistakable even from that distance. If he were running as fast as he could before, now his paws never touched the ground as he thrust his weight forward at a much quicker pace. Falcor felt nothing but the pounding of his rapidly beating heart as he put on the brakes, frame rocking back onto his hind end, fore limbs stiffening in front of him.

A flame of gold he slid to a stop right in front of the broken body. He didn't need to smell the broken form, he knew who it was. Still, the smell of death and blood and Sharpshooter forced its way into his nostrils. A voice was not whispered, no order given, unlike the previous canine to come upon the scene. No, instead, as he looked down at the corpse a sound that resembled a snarl, but started as a growl scraped against his throat. The sound was livid, though obviously not towards her, but also painful. No,no, no! The canines around him melted away, his nostrils flared, forcing the choking scent of her death into his mind, but as it entered he tore through the smells, picking out the one he did not know. The male. Like a hot iron he burned it into his brain, he would not forget that smell, that low life. He couldn't, just as he could not forget the snow white female that had shared the sunset with him countless times, his angel.

The sound that had cut through his throat, making it feel raw, faded, and he moved, though only so he could move a step closer. He couldn't speak, couldn't think of any sort of goodbye, so instead he settled for the gesture he had made when first meeting her. Like a gentleman his right fore limb lifted,tucking into his chest as his frame slid forward into a bow, one he did not plan on getting up from for a long time. The tip of his nose barely brushed against her bloodied fur, the contact caused an uncontrollable tremor to work its way through him. Slowly, he slid the rest of himself to the ground, allowing only his chin to rest lightly on her corpse, like a child he lay there soundlessly, his ears folding back into his fur, his amber/green eyes were not emotionless, but unreadable. So many emotions ripped apart his mind that he could not focus one into his eyes.

[soar]

Accepted!