Azael

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Name: Zazeal Interious Von Erlel'Siyane
Nickname: Azeal
Age: 38
Homeworld: Xedar (Born on Astyr)
Chosen God: Exitium

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Weapons:

• Umbra Diem
  A pair of sort-of curved daggers that have an odd, dark-blue aura emanating from it like mist. They have the surprising ability to not only disappear entirely, often throwing opponents off-guard, but to multiply should the wielder have need to juggle the blades in combat or throw them at an enemy.
  
  

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Abilities:

• Shadow Walker
  A passive stealth ability that allows Azeal to completely cloak himself in the shadows, disappearing from view and almost every sense. This requires that he remain focused and without excessive movement, however.
  
  
• Shadow Mage
  Although an assassin, Azael has been trained in the dark arts. He is capable of mild dark enchantments as well as basic black magic spells to accommodate his capabilities at stealth and assassination.
  
  

Special Ability: Darkest Hour

--To be specified--

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Biography:

Azeal is that rare breed of angel born in the shadows of the demon world. Naturally, his childhood was harsh, his training, harsher, and his experience, almost harshest of all. Surprising enough, though, he was actually born on the angelic world of Astyr. As to how he ended up on Xedar, and why he would call it his home, is unknown, as well as why he would still bear the name of the famous Astyrian city, Siyan.

Azael was very capable at stealth combat, partly due to his experience dealing with the demon haters that chased him, and partly due to his training when he decided to join Exitium's army. He surpassed his trainers in the sense that he was capable of not only outrunning and outmaneuvering them, but surpassed them in combat training with his rather unique daggers.

As the war progressed, Azael was renowned for his success against Aeon's and Anima's forces. To a point, however, as he was quelled at the hands of the Aeon general, Reasolles, and his aide, predominantly known as Orion. Heedless to say, his hatred then knows as few bounds as it does now, seething inside Azael, a need for revenge.

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Approved. Thanks for finally finishing it.