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Name: Azreal
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Height: 6'0''
Race: Caucasian
Build: Medium
Hair: Medium length, brown, normally slicked back
Eyes: An icy blue/gray
Distinct features: A tattoo of the word "Life" in black letter gothic script on his left palm and the same type of lettering for the word "Death" on his right hand. Also he has a slight irish accent.
Clothing: He wears a black and red thin striped button down with a plain black tie and a black blazer with thin gray stripes going down it, over his shirt. He wears black jeans and a pair of black boots. He wears fingerless gloves at times to hide his tattoos. He has a holster under of his blazer for his side arm.
Weapons: His side arm which is kept in the holster under his blazer, the Jericho, which he commonly refers to as the dealer. His primary weapons include a Steyr Scout sniper rifle which is in a guitar case in the trunk of his car and also uses an SAF submachine gun. He also uses combat knives which prove to be his weapon of choice aside from the dealer.
Other abilities: Excellent at parkour/free running and driving.
Personality: Azreal is kind but reserved. He see's every situation in a different light rather than everyone elses perspective. He's very intelligent but stuck in his ways and goes by a strict code.
Background:
Azreal was born to a dying mother and an already dead father in Ireland but his current residence in unkown. His father was killed by his boss over a drug deal gone bad which ended up with Azreal's father being incarcerated. While doing his time, his father's boss had one of his men on the inside kill him for fear of getting arrested. Azreal grew up knowing his mother was very ill and was by her side day in and day out. He took care of her very well and it seemed she was getting better due to the treatment she was getting. The treatment was paid for by Azreal who was not even 18 years old. No one ever questioned how he had gotten the money for such expensive treatment.
By the time of his 16th birthday Azreal was a seasoned assassin. His mother however did not know of this, having been bed ridden for years. That was the way he was getting the money for his mother's treatment. His employers paid him well for his work. He was one of the best in the business. He could make it look like the most inconvenient accident or an obvious act of war. He could even frame someone else for it flawlessly.
On the day of his 17th birthday, Azreal had well over several hundred hits under his belt. Still, no one questioned his line of work. He never failed or half assed any of his assignments. He even did missions for the CIA. No questions answered. The CIA even helped make sure he was untouchable. They passed false information and let it fall through the grape vine so no one would be on his ass investigating and finding the footprints in the paperwork leading to him.
Still, his mother seemed to be on the road to recovery. She was 47 and well on her way to being healthy again. She did nothing but praise Azreal and tell him how good he was to her and how great of a son she had.
Azreal thought, "If only she knew how I've done all this". At this time Azreal had purchased a penthouse and a very, very nice car. Excellent handling, gas mileage and speed.
By the time of his 18th birthday, Azreal had accepted the assignment that would turn his whole world upside down. He was to assassinate a marine who had previous ties with a mob boss and was going to cut them and turn him in. The marine part was left out of his assignment's profile...not only that, he was set up. Someone had called the police about the hit. They'd given all the information they needed to find the location of the hit.
Azreal aborted the mission and fled the scene, giving way to a high speed chase. Once Azreal lost the police, he headed home to get his mother and get out of the country. Once he'd gotten home, parked his car in the underground parking garage with the engine running. He ran upstairs, grabbed his passport and any weapons he had lying around that could be held as evidence against him.
He then went to his mother's room. She lay dead in her bed with her pillow on top of her face. Azreal's knees weakened but he maintained his balance. He was set up in more ways than one. His mother was dead and the police are searching for him. Azreal quickly left his penthouse and took the elevator down to the lobby where police were waiting to take the same elevator up to his penthouse. No one had got a clear glimpse of his face so with his guitar case full of guns he brushed through the mob of police officers going into the elevator.
Azreal knew that his mother's murder would be pinned on him as well as the attempted assassination of the ex-crook turned marine. With those thoughts in his head, he left his home, got in his car, drove to the nearest abandoned lot and torched his car.
Soon after, he withdrew 250,000 dollars from his account and rented an apartment in ****ty neighborhood. He fixed up the apartment which was on the top floor. His bed was on a platform above the door leading into his apartment which was supported by steal beams. This was so he had the upperhand on anyone who tried to break in through the door. There was no fire escape so it was safe to say no one would come in through the windows unless the rapelled off the top of the building. Azreal lives his life pretty normally aside from trying to find the one who framed him. At night he's hitting the bar for some drinks or some pool. He doesnt have any friends but has many aquaintances. Due to his holdings in his bank account he doesnt need a job or anything and since the set up, he's on a hiatus from his "day job". |
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Last edited by Cik : 07.22.08 at 12:38:23.
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