Post by James Marshall Harrow on Apr 6, 2009 5:46:51 GMT
Name: Azrael James Marshall Harrow
Age: Ancient Beyond Reckoning; Appears 22
Height: 6'4
Build: Stick thin; Close to malnourished
Power:
Indifferences (level 1): James can feel pain. But, like many things, it just doesn't connect. He is able to fully acknowledge the sensation, but it won't inhibit him in any way, shape or form.
Looks: James if a fairly handsome man. Although, it is apparent from the moment you would set your eyes upon him that he is rarely concerned with how he appears physical. He's a man on the go, and never learned to use that something that was called a comb. Always being in such a rush has left him with a slightly disheveled look about him, generally the fact that his clothes always look like they've just been slapped on, and how his hair is always an absolute mess.
About that hair; it's snow white. Most don't question. James usually just writes it off as 'I dye it that way'. Actually, it fits with the rest of him. He's ghostly in appearance, very much albino. Pale skin, that messy white hair and his piercing crimson eyes offer no reason to believe otherwise.
His attire is usually simple. Casual wear; jeans, band t's. He's actually very fond of led zeppelin and bands of the 60's.
History: James doesn't pretend he knows how old he is. Or where he came from. Or who he was before death, for that matter. There's actually very little that concerns him other than his job. He's here on earth to harvest the souls of the recently deceased. Reap the flowers, if you will. And that's all that there ever was to him. Nothing more, nothing less.
His reason for giving himself up to death are much more humble than most would like to think. In life, he spent little of his life contemplating death. Having now passed on, James quickly gave himself up to become a reaper. James simply wished to be as close to the living as possible. And for him, this was the only path available at the time.
Race: Angel of Death
Friends: N/A
Weapons: N/A
Age: Ancient Beyond Reckoning; Appears 22
Height: 6'4
Build: Stick thin; Close to malnourished
Power:
Indifferences (level 1): James can feel pain. But, like many things, it just doesn't connect. He is able to fully acknowledge the sensation, but it won't inhibit him in any way, shape or form.
Looks: James if a fairly handsome man. Although, it is apparent from the moment you would set your eyes upon him that he is rarely concerned with how he appears physical. He's a man on the go, and never learned to use that something that was called a comb. Always being in such a rush has left him with a slightly disheveled look about him, generally the fact that his clothes always look like they've just been slapped on, and how his hair is always an absolute mess.
About that hair; it's snow white. Most don't question. James usually just writes it off as 'I dye it that way'. Actually, it fits with the rest of him. He's ghostly in appearance, very much albino. Pale skin, that messy white hair and his piercing crimson eyes offer no reason to believe otherwise.
His attire is usually simple. Casual wear; jeans, band t's. He's actually very fond of led zeppelin and bands of the 60's.
History: James doesn't pretend he knows how old he is. Or where he came from. Or who he was before death, for that matter. There's actually very little that concerns him other than his job. He's here on earth to harvest the souls of the recently deceased. Reap the flowers, if you will. And that's all that there ever was to him. Nothing more, nothing less.
His reason for giving himself up to death are much more humble than most would like to think. In life, he spent little of his life contemplating death. Having now passed on, James quickly gave himself up to become a reaper. James simply wished to be as close to the living as possible. And for him, this was the only path available at the time.
Race: Angel of Death
Friends: N/A
Weapons: N/A
