Azrael Dubois

Azrael is by standard definition an attractive man; well-kept locks of amber hair and warm forest green eyes, at a standing of about average height with a fairly light and fit weight, and a rather classy style of dressing. His face is nearly always clean-shaven, save for the few times he will have a bit of a gruff on his chin. A beaten black business case keeps all of his work safely put away, and is almost always found in his right hand. He wears reading glasses on occasion, though does not require them for general eyesight. For a twenty five year old man, he is rather well off, significantly more well off than most other men his age, most people assume it to be simply because he is good natured and intelligent.

(Quick reference to attire, I've no idea how to describe it D:1: [url]http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr156/Gothic_RainStorm/Anime%20-%20in%20general/Gowns/Gown0090Suit.jpg[/url]
2: [url]http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20male/BlueBeacon/Cat_Burglar_by_Miragey.jpg?o=1446[/url] ))

Personality

Azrael is a kind-hearted man with a positive attitude. He likes to believe in the better half of mankind and steers himself completely away from violent and invasive behavior, as well as anyone who supports it.

More to be added as revealed.

History

Azrael Dubois's Story

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# Citadel of Diegan, 2010-03-24 16:03:28, as a chat transcript.

Azrael sat in one of his more casual attires at the very back row of the auctioning yard, staring up at the young looking girl from afar. He himself had never really thought much about the idea of taking in a "servant" better to be called slave, nor had he ever really agreed with the King's laws. Still, he felt bad for her, and had some minor desire to have company at his lonely home. Glancing to the left, he called over a guard on duty. "Beg pardon, Sir. But the caller said she's a returnee? Forgive me but I just want the background please." The guard looked at him for a moment, knowing him well.

Well Lord Azrael, this one 'ere is a bit reluctant to her old master y'see? She's a bit wild and untamed, wouldn't listen to 'm so she stabbed with a fire poker.

He paused, placing the back of his hand near his lips then leaning closer. "Right in the 'nads." -c-

# Citadel of Diegan, 2010-03-24 16:03:34, as a chat transcript.

Azrael blinked, looking up at her again as someone called out an offer of 65 gilleons. "90. I'll give you 90 for her." He replied loudly, a number of the crowd turning to look at him for a moment. Silence ensued, and then the caller grinned and whacked a milk crate with a hammer. "Sold then! 90 gilleons to Lord Azrael! Come collect your girl 'round the back!"

Azrael watched silently as the guards restraining the girl lead her back through the building to the exit gate on the other side, where he quickly headed to meet them.

# Citadel of Diegan, 2010-03-24 16:18:44, as a chat transcript.

Folding his arms idly behind his back, Azrael hurried to the far end of the building, getting stopped only once to be given a listing of information and signaling protocols by the head of the Keep. As he stepped up to the back door, he watched as the chains were removed from the girl's body carefully, a worn rope being used instead to bind her wrists behind her back for travel. "Thank you.." He said softly as the end of rope was given to him.

He began to walk away, an awkward silence ensuing for a few minutes as he waited to be clear of the guard's audibility. "I'm Azrael, it's a pleasure to meet you."

# Citadel of Diegan, 2010-03-24 16:49:23, as a chat transcript.

He felt a bit terrible about it, the way that this girl had been broken down to be as submissive as a cocker spaniel, but in public he had no particular choice in the matter without being condemned.

Without another word he could think to say, he led her through the Citadel, waving with a polite smile and hello to the occasional friend or customer as the two began to near his home. It was a cozy one story cottage, inexpensive and rather tidy looking for a home in the low-middle class region. "I do hope you'll enjoy it here, Miss..." He paused, having not been given a name to call her by.

# Dubois Front Yard, 2010-03-24 17:04:46, as a chat transcript.

Azrael could feel himself beginning to grimace as she adjusted her statement rather tentatively. They approached his little front yard, the wooden gate of the worn fence left open carelessly. Stepping aside, he gestured her forward with a polite bow of his head. "Please, ladies first."

# Dubois Front Yard, 2010-03-24 17:11:21, as a chat transcript.

Looking around the area carefully for bystanders, Azrael gently touched her shoulder and lowered his voice, closing his eyes gently. "Please, call me Azrael." Again, he gestured her towards the door, offering a polite and hopefully reassuring smile. "Now, ladies first, I insist." Waiting for a small moment, he decided to gently nudge her forward coaxingly, releasing the end of rope that was left for him to hold during the travel process.

# Entryway, 2010-03-24 17:29:32, as a chat transcript.

Admittedly, Azrael felt awful about the girl's demeanor, as if he himself were a criminal. Better I to have her than one of those pigs. He thought to himself as he pushed into the entryway of his home. She looked like a stray sheep from its flock in the center of his small hallway, unsure of her surroundings and only knowing how to take commands.

Chewing his lower lip softly, he approached her with a wan smile. "Here, let me fix this for you." He quickly uttered, stepping behind her back to untie her wrists. "There, that's better now isn't it?" He said with a warmer smile, stepping to the side.

# Entryway, 2010-03-24 17:33:57, as a chat transcript.

Furrowing his brow slightly, he went to extend his hand in a polite gesture, deciding against it in fear she may shy again. "Er, well.." He said softly in thought, pacing a few steps toward the parlor doorway. "Are you hungry? Would you like to accompany me for lunch?"

# Entryway, 2010-03-24 17:39:35, as a chat transcript.

Cringing visibly, he stepped over to her swiftly and shut the cabinet door, pointing to a smaller door that led to his root cellar. "Please, call me Azrael, I'm not any royalty over you I assure. I have some cold jerky in the cellar, do you like jerky? I'll fetch it if you'd like some." His heart felt as if it was about to break into hundreds of tiny pieces, wrenched within his chest and wrought up with sadness and sympathy for the girl, and despite it, he forced a grin of kindness, hoping to ease her a bit.

# Entryway, 2010-03-24 17:48:56, as a chat transcript.

Biting down on his lower with some pressure, he knelt down in front of her, looking up with a gentle gaze. "Please, please don't cry. I-I mean no harm, I assure you. I wouldn't place a brute finger on even the most evil of men, much less a woman," he paused a moment, then added. "regardless of where they hail from." He looked away a moment, down to his leg as he pulled a handkerchief from it and held it up. "Here, wipe those lovely eyes of yours and tell me what you like to eat, surely they don't feed you well in that Keep."

# Entryway, 2010-03-25 10:43:00, as a chat transcript.

# Entryway, 2010-03-25 10:56:14, as a chat transcript.

Azrael watched her without a sound, gently touching her shoulder to lift her up into his view. "Heather, was it? My name is Azrael, not Master. Now I assure you I am playing no games at all, I only mean for a bit of company and you seem like a friendly enough soul to keep around." His eyes bore into hers gently, then he got back to his feet, pulling her with him gently.

"I had a late breakfast, I'm not very hungry at all in truth, but I'd be more than pleasant to make you something to eat. What did you eat in your home country? Perhaps I can make it for you."

# Entryway, 2010-03-25 11:05:17, as a chat transcript.

Sighing, he hunched his shoulders for a moment with relaxed arms. "Well, it's perfectly normal to treat a human being as such I would like to think. You are a guest in my house are you not? It is my duty to give you respect and fairness. Now the king himself said there are no laws on how to treat you and how not to treat you. If anyone should like to condemn me for it I'd be happy to call upon the king myself." Pausing, he glanced across the small pantry toward a hutch with bottles of liquor and assorted other drinks, gesturing to it. "Are you thirsty then? I would very much like it for you to relax, as I said I mean no harm."

# Entryway, 2010-03-25 11:11:57, as a chat transcript.

"It depends on the type and brand, as well as the mood you are in." He replied swiftly, opening one of the hutch doors. "However I do have some juices and spring water instead if you like." Turning his head, he glanced over his shoulder toward her with an even expression, awaiting her to make a decision.

# Entryway, 2010-03-27 19:48:46, as a chat transcript.

Deciding upon a sparkling cider in a darkened glass bottle, Azrael turned to the side where a rack of wine glasses hung on the wall. "I hope you like cider..." He said thoughtfully as he pulled two of the glasses into a single hand by the necks. "It's a really fine brand I have here."

# Entryway, 2010-03-27 20:19:19, as a chat transcript.

Grinning, he nodded slightly to her as he set the bottle back in the hutch rack. "You enjoy it then?" He pondered curiously, holding his own glass affront his chest. For a moment, he reveled in the attractiveness of the young woman, but even more so of the beauty and comfort to see her smile.

# Entryway, 2010-03-27 20:30:48, as a chat transcript.

Watching her in wonderment, Azrael could not help himself from holding a tiny smile. It made him feel like the good man he had always hoped to be knowing that he was aiding Heather, helping her to feel a bit more relaxed and comfortable, contented if the word were to be allowed. "Where is your home?" He wondered aloud, gazing at her again with a small ounce of propriety. The conversation seemed weighted, weighted with some measure of sorrow and desire for freedom, freedom that was banned in these parts. A thought grazed his mind momentarily, but he quickly swallowed it back. I would be sentenced to death long before she'd ever be free, he said within his mind with moderate distaste.

# Entryway, 2010-03-27 20:58:50, as a chat transcript.

Slowly, a strong idea began to form into his mind. He'd heard rumors of other countries rounding up their own citizens to sell into Galandriel for political profit, but he'd never thought it true, or allowed himself to at least. "I think I see your meaning." He pushed through closed teeth, holding his voice still. "You must miss it I assume?"

# Entryway, 2010-03-27 21:30:07, as a chat transcript.

Observing her a moment, Azrael swallowed down his own nerves and approached the young woman gently. Her emotions were clearly portrayed as distraught, plain as the sun in the sky, and he meant nothing more than to make her feel comforted. Cautiously, he placed a hand on her shoulder as he tried to meet her eyes, moving forward a small step in an attempted hug of reassurance.

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a character in “Freedom In Chains”, as played by MidnightCryer

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