Post by azrael on Jan 25, 2012 22:27:05 GMT
'Sometimes I think I'm crazy...I'm crazy, oh so crazy...'
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AZRAEL MARAH SEVEN
My name is Azrael. Some say it's a well known fallen angel name. Coincidence? No...probably not...doomed from the start. I've been known to go by Angel, Azzeh, Seven, or Demon.
I am a male who died at the age of 17..although I've been here for a while now. I look a lot like Chris Dakota, or so people say. Everyone's always saying something...starting some sort of drama.
A closet bi who's afraid of about everything someone has to say. I am an angel who slipped and fell, shredding his wings in the process. Due to my unwillingness to communicate with the rest of the world, I'm just a loner whose strings can only be pulled by my puppeteer Foxx, as known as Kanae, or Coyote.
'Oh the life of the lucky number 7...'
I cowered as another blow struck me. I heard the words for the umpteenth time...the same ones I had heard all of my life... 'You are nothing...Nothing but a coward and disgrace. How could you bring such ugliness to this house?'...her words bounced around in my head, slamming against my brain painfully as another blow rained down on my back, splitting open skin. My mother stood over of my shaking 7 year old body. Small...defenseless. Confusion riddled me. I wasn't even sure what I had done wrong. What had I done for her to do this to me? Was this normal? Had all mothers pretended to be like the other mothers...until it was just them and their child? So many questions that a 7 year old should never have to think...All I remember is my mother yanking me away from another boy...a boy I had only been holding hands and walking with, as children do. He had been my friend for forever it seemed...'I had scared her...'
I woke to stare at the moonlight casting an eerie look around my room. I had grown to be eleven. I sat up in the middle of my mess of blankets, glancing down at my stinging wound. A line of small circular burns on my arm. I sniffled a little but refused to let a tear fall. This must just be what life is. It must have been how every child lived. Every mother caused bodily harm to their child, all left cigarette burns on their arms for no reason. Something that night had stirred my interest. I glanced outside to see a girl...young obviously, sitting on the fire escape outside my window. She had her knees pulled to her chest, hugging them to her tightly. I remember watching her blonde, almost white hair dance beautifully in the small breeze. I forgot about my stinging arm and got up from the floor where I slept. I approached the window and tapped lightly on the cool glass. Her fright startled me. She had jumped at the sound, spinning to look at me. I covered my face with my hands, clenching my eyes shut. What had I just done? I had scared her...I took a step back and slowly peeked through my fingers, preparing for a rain of blows, but there was nothing. I moved back to the window and peered through the glass, looking down. My eyes fell on shredded clothes and the form of what looked like a medium sized dog running down the steps and escaping...I took quick steps back, stumbling and falling.'I used to watch her...through all my struggle...she's what kept me alive...'
My mother had come in...unhappy as usual. 'What the hell is going on in here?' I looked up from my fallen position on the floor just in time to catch her balled up fist to my face. I crawled back to my tangle of blankets on the floor, trying to escape her, but was unsuccessful, and it appeared all I could was lay there and wait patiently till it was over and I could return to sleep. I woke to the sunlight on my face, a shadow crossing over my face. I got up to watch a dog similar to the night before running up the stairs to the next fire escape. I ran to the window to watch her, yanking the window open and leaning out. 'Hey!' She froze and looked at me...a pure white fox. Her eyes like two black abysses. There was a certain sadness to her eyes, something like pity. She turned and kept running up the stairs to the top and on to the roof. And against what I should have done, I climbed out my window and ran after her. Upon reaching the roof...she was sitting on the ledge, feet dangling over the edge. I had quietly climbed on to the roof and walked towards her. And as she turned to look at me, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I glanced over to see my mother. She had crossed the rooftop and snatched a hold of me. I cowered immediately, eyes clenched shut in preparation...but instead...her grip on me released. I fell to the unforgiving roof, glancing up to see a white fox attached to my mother's arm. Her shrieks pierced my ears as she swatted at the fox. I watched the fox fall from her arm and run. My mother cradled her bloodied arm to her chest, glaring at me.'She was everything to me...'
That night, I received more injuries than I could fathom...I laid in my tangle of blankets, my entire body throbbing. And then a soft tapping hit my window. I shifted as easily as possible to see her, silently standing there. I had gotten up carefully, body shaking from pain and fatigue, crossing the room to the window to open it. She had immediately leaned in and hugged me. Her soft voice touching my ear. 'I just want you to know I'm here.' I felt a few tears staining my cheeks...No one had ever been nice to me...not since I was 7...She had left then...appearing every once in a while to talk to me, let me know she cared and had even seen some of the assaults at times. She had become everything to me...the only thing I lived for.'Seven...seven...seven...jackpot...'
At seventeen, I had gotten brave and sneaked the girl in my room. My mother had come in and found her with me. Mother had left and come back with something glinting in the moonlight. My eyes went wide and I immediately covered the girl, shielding her from stab wound after stab wound that I figured were meant for her but instead, pierced my back. Seven stab wounds to my back...each one bleeding profusely, running down and around my bare skin, dripping on to the girl's white fur, staining it. Even with all the pain, even with the bleeding, all I could do was feel sorry for staining her perfect fur...for soiling it...I could hear my mother leaving the room, more than likely to find something else...'Get out...' That's all I remember telling her as I watched her squirm out from underneath me and escape out the window. I laid there, in a mess of blankets and her shredded clothes...bleeding out...giving up...'I was gifted an angel upon death, but lost my wings...'
Upon reaching heaven...I was informed that I was to become a Guardian Angel...over the girl that I had protected and died for. My death was my happiest day. I had always been apparent to her, never hiding like some angels did. I did anything I could possibly do for her. Sitting in her room every night and watching over her. Listening to her mother and father yelling at each other, thuds against the wall every once in a while...and somehow, she slept. I assumed this is why she had been out almost every night. The reason she was 'here for me.' When she did wake and want to sneak out, I followed her of course. I was usually visible, just to let her know I was always there. But one of the nights I stayed undetectable, a boy had approached her, flirting with her...and to my surprise...she flirted back. What was I? Nothing? In truth, I should have accepted the fact that I was nothing but her Guardian...but I couldn't...and when the boy had started growing closer and closer to her, I started following him more and more. I had finally snapped and destroyed him. Left him in a dark alley to bleed to death for her just as I had bled to death for her...I was relieved of my Guardian duties. Relieved of my wings. Relieved of her...'I curse these rooftops...'
Now I only sit...silent. Feet dangling off the edge of this roof top, swinging almost child like as I stare down at the city. Through all my hardship...I somehow remained caring...I had found love in the midst of all the darkness and despair. And now...I had lost it. I've tried to do good, in the hopes of gaining my wings back...maybe I could get her back...I should know the attempt is pointless...but I just can't let her go. All I can do is think until my thoughts drive me insane...deciding it is easier to stay apart from the world than face it's cruelty...'...praying for my wings to return to me.'
RP Sample:
You know when you feel as though someone is watching you? Like someone is standing over your shoulder staring at you while you write? Or someone possibly staring in your window at night while you're trying to fall into the sanctity of slumber? Or maybe that someone is just watching you walk through the shade ridden trees?
My golden brown eyes scanned across the dark ground from my perch. Straightened black hair dangled in front of my face. The light breeze forcing it to sway gently. My keen sense of smell caught the scent of numorous shifters that had been through here. Or could quite possibly still be around here.
A fresh scent caught my nose. A shifter was around here somewhere. One that I hadn't smelled before. And I was sure it wasn't the one that owned the massive prints I had seen earlier. I searched for whoever the scent belonged to. They had to be around here somewhere. My mind raced trying to come up with who it might be. And why were they out here wandering alone like I was. Maybe it was the one with the huge paws. Suddenly I was glad I had chosen to be lounging in this tree. I knew I couldn't outrun something on four legs. I also knew that I didn't know how friendly the creature was.
My eyes caught sight of movement a little ways away from me. I focused in to watch a girl pull her dark hair back into a band. She wasn't very large, which gave me relief in a way. I wasn't one to back down easily, but I knew I wasn't very big to say the least. She was confused it seemed. Crossed arms. Tapping fingers and toes made me think that she was impatient. I didn't know what could make her that way. It had to have been her choice to come out here. Right? I didn't think someone would have made her come out here. Maybe she was waiting on someone to meet her here.
I glanced over her image. Casual at the moment. Normal jeans and a black tshirt that went nicely with her dark hair. Maybe this was a sign that I was going to get that little bit of companionship tonight. Depending on whether she was here alone or was in fact waiting on someone. I supposed it also depended on whether or not I could convince her to come close enough to me. She looked as though she would be a difficult one to get ahold of. And as I thought such things, her figure moved closer and closer to mine. Maybe she was just strolling through. I shifted carefully in the branches. I couldn't make any noise by this point and scare her off.
She grew closer and closer to me. My heart pounding under my skin. I wondered if she knew I was up here, or whether she was going to pass directly beneath me without even acknowledging me. And before I could put much more thought into it, she froze under my branches. I could smell her underneath of me. My golden eyes focused on her slender frame. A grin crossed my lips devilishly. She was pretty enough for my liking.
She looked up and my eyes hooked to her green ones. For a half a second, it seemed like time had stopped. I wondered if she actually had eye contact with me or whether she was looking right past me. My predatory grin had vanished.
'Jesus Christ!'
Yeah...she had seen me...
She stepped back. I wondered if she was flighty. I wondered if she was going to turn and run now that she had seen someone she didn't know in the trees. Now I had to wonder if she thought I was stalking her something.
She quickly recovered from her fright. Crossing her arms and staring up at me. Now she was just acting...
'What the hell are you doing, monkeyboy?'
Feisty one, eh? My crooked grin took its place across my lips again. My honey colored eyes lit up with slight excitement. Maybe this would be fun. I shifted my weight in the branches that I had claimed as my own for the night. I opened my mouth and spoke cooly.
"What the hell am I doing?"
I pulled a hand up to my chest with the question, almost mocking her breathless pose just a few moments ago. I smirked down on her. I had been leaned forward watching her in anticipation. But since realizing that she wanted to try and portray this completely unflustered girl, I figured I would give her a run for her money. I shifted again so I was sitting on a branch instead of crouched and tense as I had been previously. My feet dangled limply, swinging gently. A pale hand laid itself to each side of my jeaned thighs. Each set of fingers gripped loosely on the branch that supported me. My voice escaped my throat and past my teeth smoothly.
"I could ask you the same question, rodent."
My voice held a challenging tone. She wanted to call me something that lived in the trees. I'd call her something that lived on the ground. I didn't look like a monkey. And peering down at her, even in the dark, she was far from looking like a rodent.
My golden brown eyes scanned across the dark ground from my perch. Straightened black hair dangled in front of my face. The light breeze forcing it to sway gently. My keen sense of smell caught the scent of numorous shifters that had been through here. Or could quite possibly still be around here.
A fresh scent caught my nose. A shifter was around here somewhere. One that I hadn't smelled before. And I was sure it wasn't the one that owned the massive prints I had seen earlier. I searched for whoever the scent belonged to. They had to be around here somewhere. My mind raced trying to come up with who it might be. And why were they out here wandering alone like I was. Maybe it was the one with the huge paws. Suddenly I was glad I had chosen to be lounging in this tree. I knew I couldn't outrun something on four legs. I also knew that I didn't know how friendly the creature was.
My eyes caught sight of movement a little ways away from me. I focused in to watch a girl pull her dark hair back into a band. She wasn't very large, which gave me relief in a way. I wasn't one to back down easily, but I knew I wasn't very big to say the least. She was confused it seemed. Crossed arms. Tapping fingers and toes made me think that she was impatient. I didn't know what could make her that way. It had to have been her choice to come out here. Right? I didn't think someone would have made her come out here. Maybe she was waiting on someone to meet her here.
I glanced over her image. Casual at the moment. Normal jeans and a black tshirt that went nicely with her dark hair. Maybe this was a sign that I was going to get that little bit of companionship tonight. Depending on whether she was here alone or was in fact waiting on someone. I supposed it also depended on whether or not I could convince her to come close enough to me. She looked as though she would be a difficult one to get ahold of. And as I thought such things, her figure moved closer and closer to mine. Maybe she was just strolling through. I shifted carefully in the branches. I couldn't make any noise by this point and scare her off.
She grew closer and closer to me. My heart pounding under my skin. I wondered if she knew I was up here, or whether she was going to pass directly beneath me without even acknowledging me. And before I could put much more thought into it, she froze under my branches. I could smell her underneath of me. My golden eyes focused on her slender frame. A grin crossed my lips devilishly. She was pretty enough for my liking.
She looked up and my eyes hooked to her green ones. For a half a second, it seemed like time had stopped. I wondered if she actually had eye contact with me or whether she was looking right past me. My predatory grin had vanished.
'Jesus Christ!'
Yeah...she had seen me...
She stepped back. I wondered if she was flighty. I wondered if she was going to turn and run now that she had seen someone she didn't know in the trees. Now I had to wonder if she thought I was stalking her something.
She quickly recovered from her fright. Crossing her arms and staring up at me. Now she was just acting...
'What the hell are you doing, monkeyboy?'
Feisty one, eh? My crooked grin took its place across my lips again. My honey colored eyes lit up with slight excitement. Maybe this would be fun. I shifted my weight in the branches that I had claimed as my own for the night. I opened my mouth and spoke cooly.
"What the hell am I doing?"
I pulled a hand up to my chest with the question, almost mocking her breathless pose just a few moments ago. I smirked down on her. I had been leaned forward watching her in anticipation. But since realizing that she wanted to try and portray this completely unflustered girl, I figured I would give her a run for her money. I shifted again so I was sitting on a branch instead of crouched and tense as I had been previously. My feet dangled limply, swinging gently. A pale hand laid itself to each side of my jeaned thighs. Each set of fingers gripped loosely on the branch that supported me. My voice escaped my throat and past my teeth smoothly.
"I could ask you the same question, rodent."
My voice held a challenging tone. She wanted to call me something that lived in the trees. I'd call her something that lived on the ground. I didn't look like a monkey. And peering down at her, even in the dark, she was far from looking like a rodent.
