[Somebody] Azazel

Appearance

As a Reaper, Azazel has no flesh, and is literally a walking skeleton. However, due to his alterations, he has grotesque tentacle-like tendons that cover the majority of his body, often disquising themselves as clothing.  His right eye socket also possesses a single 'human' eye, which is grey-blue, and a tuft of brown hair that hangs like bangs.

Personality

Azazle is Sociopathic: Thanks to his experiences trapped in the overrun Halloween Town, Azazel has lost the ability to feel, his emotions being deadened from chronic shock. He still feels pain, though, and because of this is on the verge of falling into masochism.


Azazel is Pacifistic: Azazel doesn't wish harm on anyone. He doesn't believe in violence, and will go out of his way to avoid bringing harm to others. Just the sight of injuries gets him woozy. Fortunately for him, as a denizen of Halloween Town, his idea of "injury" is vague enough he doesn't need to worry too much.


Azazel/le is Broken: Azazel has MPD. The primary half, the one that existed before he snapped, is Azazel; polite, sociable, and no more disturbed than any other Halloween Town Citizen. The other half is Azazle; paranoid, cutthroat, and sociopathic. He is a stone-cold killer who will happily maim and murder just for the fun of it. These two halves know the other exists, but don't remember what the other half does; nor does either control which is in charge.

History

Azazel was always a good boy, he would sneak creepy-crawlies in his brain-cavity for scaring visitors with, and he'd clean his skull out every night to keep the bug-crap from calcifying. Most of all, he always obeyed his parents. He was their pride and joy. The Pumkin Prince, after his father, the Pumkin King.

But then everything changed when true darkness swept over the world, and over the town. Everyone was killed, corrupted, or worse, and Azazel had to run for his life. As the darkness attacked, he came face to face with true horror, and in the face of the monstrosity his mind snapped.

Azazle's earliest memory is of a horror of darkness trying to kill him. But he was a Reaper, and no monster could out-scare a Reaper. So Azazle fought and killed the creature, using the monster's body to augment his own, adding a shape-shifting cloak of flesh to his bony frame. The work was good, albight rushed, and he had complete control of the flesh; it was almost like a First skin. Technically it was. With practice, he figured out how to turn it into weapons to fight with, and how to control it's transformation. He would spend the next several decades living in the wasteland that was the darkness-enshrouded Halloween Town. During the time, he would have many black-outs, often without warning, and without explanation.


Azazel came to to find that the horror was long gone, but his body had been...changed. Where before his body had been that of a skeleton, now he had flesh. Not human flesh, but a strange shape-shifting flesh that defaulted to look like a robe. He was amazed to realize he was in control of it, and that it would look like anything he wanted, so long as it had enough mass. He would spend the next several decades trapped in what was left of his home. During this time he would have many unexplanable blackouts, and when he would return to conciousness, things would be different.


Eventually he began a journal. That was when he discovered Azazle. Because neither of them remembered the other's actions, they had to communicate through journal entries. It quickly became clear that the two were nothing like each other, but they were stuck together, so they continued their awkward communications.


Now, through a combination of chance, luck, and a little skill, they are free from the shadowed ruins of Halloween Town. They are free to go where they will...just as long as they agree. It's a hard life, but they intend to manage, one Azazel/le or another.

OOC Name:Fenrir

ROLE: ORIGINAL