Gambit's BarAzrehn

A insane anthro jackal. He believes himself to be the heir of Anubis, chosen to rid the Earth of all life when the apocalypse is upon us.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Myth

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Description

Azrehn has fur a dirty golden brown in colour, that lightens to a ivory, off-white colour along his belly. His back, from his shoulder blades to his hips, is black with a dusting of silver, and also sports several scars from a whip. His ears and tail begin with the same golden colour, and darken gradually to black at the tips. His fore and hind legs also end in black paws. His face has unusual markings, reminiscent of a skull. Beginning at his nose and extending along his top jaw, to the base of his ears is a off-white colour, and his eyes are set in dark brown, much like the ocular cavity of a skull. His eyes are golden, and they're lined with a thick rim of white fur. His lips are dark brown in colour, and a line of the same colour fur extends past the ends of his mouth, curling up towards his ears in a parody of a smile, giving him a sinister look. -image-

Personality

Azhrehn believes himself to be the heir of Anubis. He claims to hear the jackal-headed God in his consciousness, and during dreams. Due to this, he looks highly upon himself, and thinks he is better than all others, even the Pharaoh, and the priests. He is arrogant and rebellious, and treats others no better than slaves. He has a superiority complex, and is believed to be insane, due to the voice in his head. He is also violent, tending to find pleasure in causing others pain and suffering. This could have something to do with the fact that Anubis, supposedly; told him he was to be the destroyer of all life on Earth and the harbinger of the Apocalypse.

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History

Every since Azrehn was young, he knew he was different from the others. His strange markings set him apart, making him feared and shunned. The other kids would make fun of him, or try to beat him up, and if he tried to get involved in their games he would often get chased away. He first started hearing the underworld God, Anubis, talking to him when he was around 10 years of age. He never told anyone, though, because he knew the others would make fun of him, or hurt him. So he kept quiet about it until he was older, and came to understand that the voice he was hearing actually was Anubis. At that point he began to think of himself as being important, and this was fueled by the things that Anubis would say. When he was 17 years of age, he began to tell people about Anubis' words. Tales of this began to circulate, and eventually it came to the attention of the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh, upon hearing this, sent for Azrehn, wanting to speak with him. He also called upon the priests to be present as well. The Pharaoh was worried that what Azrehn was saying would stir up trouble, that he might cause a rebellion and try to take his throne. He decided to speak to the boy and see if the tales had any credibility to them. So Azrehn, now 21 years of age, went to the Pharaoh upon hearing the summons, accompanied by his mother. After speaking with the Pharaoh and the priests, he was called a blasphemer, and a sinner. The Pharaoh and the priests asked if he would repent, and upon replying in the negative, Azrehn was thrown into a jail cell deep underground for a month. After the month had passed, he was asked again if he would repent. His negative response was meet with anger, and he was brought into the courtyard of the Pharaohs palace, and publicly whipped.

Through the whipping, Azrehn uttered not a word. He almost bit his tongue clean in half in his efforts to not show the Pharaoh any weakness. When they were finished his back was slicked with blood, and large strips of fur and flesh were missing from his shoulders to his hips. Blood and saliva was dribbling down his jaw and front, from were he had bitten his tongue, and it also ran down his throat, thick enough to make him choke. They untied him, and dragged him before the Pharaoh and his priests. Once there, Azrehn managed to rise to his feet, and stood proudly before the Pharaoh, not content to back down. When asked again if he would repent, he sneered at the Pharaoh like the man was nothing but a mere annoyance, and growled that they would not keep him from his destiny. Enraged, the Pharaoh ordered him killed at once.

His mother, who had been weeping in the sidelines, threw herself before her son, pleading with the Pharaoh to have mercy. He relented, and decided that death would be too kind for Azrehns ilk. Instead, he ordered him into exile. At once they took Azrehn and dragged him far out into the desert. There they left him, with no food, water or any means of transportation. They left him with only the clothes on his bloody back, and a dire warning. "If we see ye 'round here again, we won't hesitate to kill ya. You're not welcome here, and all of Egypt will know it by the morrow. Anyone who catches sight of ye will kill ya, and bring your head to the Pharaoh for a hefty prize."

Azrehn's Story

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 07:32:10, as written by Myth
Azrehn strode into the tavern, not bothering to see if the Acolyte was following him. Sauntering up to the bar, he looked around in interest, his long ears swiveling to catch the myriad sounds. Slipping into a seat at the bar, he splayed a paw against its surface, idly tapping his claws in a nameless tune.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 07:38:58, as written by Myth
Azrehn raises an eye at Twintail. "And you are?" He asks, quite rudely, a sneer on his face. Turning, he turns to speak to Rena. "You're questioning me? I thought you knew better, slave."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 07:43:56, as written by Myth
Azrehn turns his attention back tp Twintail for a moment. "Is that so?" he asked, sounding quite bored. Turning, he grabbed Rena by the arm and pulled her closer. "Good." He leaned down, nudging her ear with his nose as he whispered to her. "Relax. I have good reason for coming here. Go get us some drinks or something." Abruptly he released her, and looked about the tavern distractedly.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 07:47:38, as written by Myth
Azrehn laughs in Twintails face. "Not my slave? You're a bit full of yourself, aren't you? Don't stick your nose in others business, you might just get killed." His eyes glinted with malice, his words a dark promise.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 07:51:02, as written by Myth
Azrehn just smirks, and turns his attention back to the rest of the bar. Glancing over at Haldis, he raised a eyebrow.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 07:52:23, as written by Myth
Azrehn glances over at Twintail, a strange look in his eyes. "I can't. It's not time yet."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 07:59:13, as written by Myth
Azrehn takes a swig from the bottle of water Rena brought him, and turns to look at Twintail. "No." He mutters, frowning. "It's not time yet. You're not supposed to die today. Come back in a year." He turned away, dismissing her. Grabbing Rena by the arm again, he pulled her closer, leaning down to whisper again. "Anubis is speaking, but something is wrong. There's interferance, like the static on a radio. I can't get all of the message."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 08:06:21, as written by Myth
Azrehn growled in annoyance, his ears swiveling as if to catch a fleeting noise. "Go find out what's wrong, slave." He bared his teeth in a angry grimace.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 08:12:27, as written by Myth
Azrehn frowned down at Rena. "Well, Acolyte? What's the problem?" Not giving her a chance to recover, he reached down and hauled her to her feet, growling in annoyance at her show of weakness.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 08:17:23, as written by Myth
Azrehn let go of the slave, snarling in annoyance. "Useless!!" Standing, he glared at the girl.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 08:23:01, as written by Myth
Azrehn growled down at Rena. Leaning down, he grabbed her by the upper arm and hauled her to her feet. "Well?" He all but snarled the word. "Please tell me some good news, my patience with you grows thin."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 08:29:52, as written by Myth
Azrehn makes a pleased growl in the back of his throat, his lips lifting in a sinister smile. "Good," he practically purred. "Maybe you're not useless after all."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 08:35:25, as a chat transcript.
"Yes?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-06 08:41:57, as written by Myth
Azrehn growled slightly, raising a paw to lash out at the girl for daring to question him. Swiping his paw towards the girl, he stopped mere inches from her, his curved claws glinting. "Since you did well just a few moments ago, I won't punish you for your insolence." Frowning, he moved his paw away from her, instead pointing to the floor next to his chair. "Sit." His tone brooked no argument. "We're here because I wish it. That is all that should matter to you. No more questions, slave."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-09-19 10:05:03, as a chat transcript.
(( all i can say about Missi is: *facepaw* ))