Fan Art of Azrael/Kazu
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Azrael
Played by Chauni
Name: Kazu Takeuchi
Nickname: Kaz-chan
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Birth Date: June 18 (Gemini)
Birthplace: Yokohama
Blood Type: A
Family: Don't bother asking
Hair: Shimmering black
Eyes: Pale azure, borderline cool gray
Body: Slender, striking a mere five foot, ten inches,
lean and androgynous, complete with loose hair that slips just past
his narrow shoulders
Marks: Bears two whitened thin scars slipping over
his shoulder blades along with a small tattoo of white feathered
wings broken and bleeding and wound up in barbed wire between each
the scars, riding the ridge of his spine
Clothing: Tight, revealing, flashy and flamboyant
whenever possible, be it designed for male or female; vinyl always
a plus
Most Prized Possession: Fur-lined leather handcuffs
(a.k.a. The Shackles), a dangling sterling silver cross earring
his mother had given him that never leaves his ear
Hobbies: Dancing, sketching, relaxing, slightly more...
"restricted" activities
Occupation: Fashion Designer, more or less self-employed
Food: Strawberries
Fears: Cockroaches, secret fear of abandonment
Goals: Ever heard of Calvin Klein? Try going higher
than that...
Positive Characteristics: Confident, caring, a good
ear and shoulder when one needs it
Negative Characteristics: Slightly overbearing, what
some may call a "worry wart", nosey, random bouts of mood swings
Personality: Calm with a flare of the flirtatious
nature, he is the epitome of “older brother“... only bearing a tad
bit more of a "older sister" if one's really going to get down to
it.
History: Past - As The Angel of Death, he was little
more than the lapdog of The Almighty, sent upon killing sprees in
the darkest of times. When not the active destroyer, he was chained
between two stone pillars, spending his time with only himself basked
in the cold ignorance of God, forgotten. At least, that's how it
was until the day Lucifer came and set him free...
Present - Having grown up in the typical nuclear family,
it wasn't until he was seventeen that his family discovered his
"alternative tastes" in terms of clothes and sexual preference.
His mother supported him to the end, until, that is, she passed
on from liver cancer at the young age of thirty-eight. His father
threatened him with the option of death if he even attempted to
arrive at the funeral, and since then, has severed all ties with
his family.
Writing Sample:
Gloss-painted lips moved in memorized words that rolled
off his tongue without his conscious knowledge, whispering the lyrics
to a song he knew forwards and backwards, left and right. The indigo
elastic shirt slipped over his head, slowing covering up the marks
that danced along the flat planes of his back, and finally embracing
him in a warm, comforting grip; between that top and the dull gleam
of vinyl that curled around each leg, it was clear to see that he
was in fact a male, but not by much. The fine facial features called
to question the idea of gender, and left it to dangle somewhere
off to the side, leaving the visage of him to sit somewhere else,
transcended.
“You are my temptation, you are my temptation, to
do what I knew was wrong…”
The tender flats of his left hand laid across the
white cluttered top of his vanity while he leaned closer, fixing
the black kohl that lined each eye with the black-colored tip of
one fingernail. Cool irises reflected back at him, slipping over
the reflection and noting all the angles, all the sides with a certain
critical and trained eye. Straightening, pushing his weight from
the messy piece of furniture, he let his fingers flutter over the
simple , fragrant leather collar that curled around his neck, before
pulling the lengthy ebony silk into a loose, quick ponytail, freeing
a few strands to slip in front of his eyes and down his cheeks.
Satisfied, a smile was shed before turning on his
thick heel and walking out the door.
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