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the demon i am on a first date with: i should apologize ahead of time. see my horns are so huge and majestic that i cannot put a shirt on. i am cursed to never have a shirt on so you can always see my (large) torso. i understand that might be rude
me: dang. i am sorry for your situation. we will just have to try make the best of it
what’s good about this is that our demon here COULD wear a button down, but this has clearly never occurred to them which indicates that they’re a himbo too
Directory Information:
Race: Sin’dorei
Class: Demon Hunter
Age: Adult
Eye Color: Fel-fire green
Height: 6′5″
Body Shape: 158 lbs. (Lean, lanky)
Birthplace: Silvermoon City
Residence: Drifter
Additional Information:
Pronunciation: “Rahz-ee-el”
House: Thorncrest
Nickname: Azi, Prick
Piercings: Two rings on the left side of his nose.
Tattoos: Eye searing fel green demonic binding.
Scars: Lots.
Affiliations: Illidari
Vitality: Healthy and whole. And stoned.
Languages: Thalassian, Common, Orcish, Eredun, Darnassian
Inner Demon: Inquisitor
Physical Description:
On the upper range of tall at six-foot-five, Raziel's height comes without exaggeration from his forward curving horns. A blindfold of tattered black brocade veils the top portion of his face above sharp cheekbones and full lips framed by a clean-shaven chin. Two small gold hoops hook tight to the side of his left nostril. Long, woolly dreadlocks fall in a charcoal tumble to the bottom of pale, sunless shoulder blades.Acid-neon tattoos mark thorny lines down his chest and arms, their drape echoing the runed mantle of an inquisitor demon. Thick, blunt nails more like claws by now tip long hands just shy of bony. Throw in the lean, lanky frame and it's hard not to see this Illidari as more demon than elf these days. There's no hiding what he is, so he wears that freak flag like it's designer.
Though his low tenor rasps, there's an almost hypnotic sing-song quality to his voice. A hint of Quel'thalas southwest coast accents his easy-to-enjoy voice. Like many demon hunters, he finds it difficult to navigate the t-shirt section of the store - too many obstacles to trip over - and prefers a wardrobe of loose, wrap-around pants and ripped tank tops which seem a belated sop to modesty. At least he bathes regularly enough to smell like peppermint and lavender soap. Still, he's probably an edgelord. Look at him. That's the face of an asshole.
History:
Over the last nine months or so, he's been a regular fixture on the Azsuna coastline with the Illidari. Demon hunters and adventurers alike probably saw him haunting the rear guard, a devil-may-care smirk on his lips and a pair of long, curved swords on his hips. Illidari might remember him as a lithe fighter and mildly disturbing interrogator with a bad habit of choosing the worst words in any situation. Those with a background in intelligence gathering and the information underground might still recall him from his days as a nobleman's blade in the dark.
Once, he was Raziel the Prick, shadowblade of the Thorncrest family.
Once, he was Razi the companion, a lordling's shield and bosom buddy.
Once, he was Raziel Iatros Ebonstone, a boy of no particular note.
In his fourth and likely final life, he is Raziel Thorncrest, the secret-eater.
At First Glance:
Smells like...
If you get close enough for a whiff, he smells like peppermint and lavender soap. Not exactly your edgiest cologne.
Fashion victim.
Wearing a blindfold made of a tattered scrap of black brocade. It's hard to tell if he's taking himself seriously with that or not.
The Beacons of Arathor are lit!
This elf is pale. Reflect the moonlight, get your sunglasses, the beacons are lit pale. A ruddy undercast keeps him from looking dead, but he could definitely use a little more time in the sunshine.
Currently (IC):
Other Information (OOC):Â I like big words and I cannot lie. http://thorncrest.tumblr.com
Inventory:
Brocade Blindfold
Armor     Head
“A tattered strip of black brocade with an off-black acanthus leaf pattern.”
Tiny Gold Hoop
Jewelry     Face
“A delicate, dainty hoop of yellow gold, hardly more than thin wire. Meant to be worn on the side of the nostril.”
Cigarette Case
Container      Case
“A gold (brass) cigarette case the size of a deck of cards.”
  Bloodthistle Cigarette
  Consumable      Drug
  “A simple hand-rolled joint of bloodthistle soaked in mana potion.”
  Use: Smoke the joint.
Communicator
Device
“A simple communicator or walkie-talkie type of gadget, design to clip on a belt or other flexible bit of armor.”
Simple Dagger
Weapon      Dagger
“A small, simple dagger of good steel and minimalist design, meant as a back-up or last resort weapon.”
Floriography: Azeroth and Beyond, Vol. I
Document     Book
“by Viletta M. Grauenvoll”
Floriography: Azeroth and Beyond, Vol. II A-E
Document      Book
“by Viletta M. Grauenvoll”
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Monsters are not gentle. That is what you have been told, and to a certain degree, it holds true. Rough claws, rough voice, a rough-around-the-edges personality. But that doesn’t mean monsters cannot be safe, cannot be kind. Gentleness and kindness are not one and the same. Monsters can be viciously kind, monsters can be violently safe. Gentleness is not a requirement for love.
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