Razazael

Muscular, but not that buff, he is well toned but not super huge, like he works out all day once a week instead of everyday

He wears a muscle shirt (t shirt with no sleeves) with a design of a ribcage and spine on it, looking like he is a skeleton from the waste up, sort of

he shaves his head and is always amused looking

Personality

confident and young, Raz is always looking for his next brawl, aka his next payday.
He cool and calm, intelligent enough to see a situation and deal with it quickly.

Equipment

His only armor is his silk-steel gauntlets, they are silk "emo sleeves" that cover most of his forearms. they are nearly indestructable by kinetic energy (aka bulletproof) but are light enough to not harm Raz's unique style of fighting.

Unique style of fighting:
Raz doesn't simply throw punches or kicks, he uses his years of flexibility from Pilobolus(a contortionist group) he can literally snake his way around his opponent and grapple them until they cannot move, at the same time snapping their arms between his bicep and his inner knee(yes, he's that flexible, and yes people are this flexible in real life)

His strength is moderate, but that doesn't matter, considering what he can do

History

Worked at pilobus, accidentally killed a girl in a practice, ran and never turned back. now fights for cash to pay the bills and eat

Razazael's Story

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# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 23:19:55, as written by Gawain

Razazael cracked his knuckles, openning the door with his fists. His arms fell to his side as he took in the new place. There were all kinds of people here, short people, tall people, furry people, you name it, it was here. Raz felt a breeze role through and he nudged the door closed with his elbow, turning to look at the eastern wall, taking in the decor. He was sure to find a recruiter here. It was a long time since his last payday. Raz turned his torso towards the bar, his legs following a moment after. the tallish man made his way to the counter, searching for a bartender

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 23:26:26, as written by Gawain

Razazael took his virgin milk, hearing Van out as he sipped the tall glass. His muscles flexed slightly as he heard WCPD, but there was no other sign of emotion from him. He set the half full glass down, wiping off the classic milk stache. "depends on the question." he finally said, leaning back and looking the cop over.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 23:30:16, as written by Gawain

"I know enough. They pay well. THeir tournaments bring fighters from all over the area, some even internationally." He sipped his Milk, all very calm. "looking for a bust? you're asking the wrong man." He said, placing the empty glass down.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 23:34:12, as written by Gawain

Razazael made the international symbol of "give me money" rubbing his fingers with his thumb.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 23:41:16, as written by Gawain

Razazael wagged his finger. "my lips are sealed till I see the green, mate." His finger was the only thing that moved on his hand, the rest remaining perfectly still. "Shendu's a hard man to find, even harder to catch. I can do more than information. Their holding a martial arts tournament, all underground. Not much known on the special prize, but 100 grand is all I need to hear." He chuckled. "Of course, I could just go in and win, take the 100 grand and never see you again." He cracked his knuckles again, sore habit.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 23:49:42, as written by Gawain

Razazael Took the money in hand (energy credits of course). He had a firm grip on it, suddenly twisting his arms in such a manner that it would counter twist Van's wrist into pain and possible dislocation. Raz would pocket the money before openning his mouth. "warehouse 17, underground. There are guards at the entrance, you'll need your invitation to enter, or three grand. " he leaned back again, he had his invite. "one on one hand to hand all out brawl, no rules, no weapons, no mercy." He chuckled at the paradox. "Shendu has quite the underground circuit ill have you know."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-26 23:59:38, as written by Gawain

"I know a great many things, babe." he flicked his nose with his thumb, and felt stupid for it, seeing as she was blind. "Shendu is well known underground, crime lord, former Yakuza made his own gang here in Wing City. Many men and women have died by his hand, and his sword." He looked the blind girl over. "Im supprised he let you live." He said, as a challenge. he drank from his glass again, savouring the cool liquid. He stood as he plopped the empty glass down, he had spent enough time here, unless someone stopped him.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 00:00:25, as written by Gawain

"you aren't aloud to kill in the legal arenas, and there are rules." He replied simply to Van.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 00:10:00, as written by Gawain

Razazael crossed his arms, back to the blind samurai. "never faced, only watched. ferocious and creative, no man can beat him. no style can match his, because he has no style. His moves are too random too varied to anticipate his next move." He cracked his knuckles, turning to the girl. "He's undefeated, hand to hand or no. And if you cant beat me, how could you possibly face him?" He crouched slightly, near silently too, raising his arms in a fistfighting stance.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 00:21:24, as written by Gawain

Razazael watched Doji's hand steam up, he remembered how Samurai often ended the battle with the first strike, when they unsheathed their katana, so he listened for the clink that came before the Katana could be pulled out. His gauntlets could block a normal Katana easily, but silk-steel could only protect from so much. Raz experimentally swung at her as he spoke, he aimed for her right elbow, hoping to jar her arm. "He may have killed your family, but he has built himself up from nothing, you have to admire that."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 00:32:05, as written by Gawain

Razazael rolled with the blow, swinging his left arm around to coil around her left arm and immobilize it, his right foot swerving in front of her left ankle and trying to tug back and trip her. "Tis a sad story we sing. tis a sad song we take to our graves. You're no different than he or I, milady." he said, He being Van. He was suprisingly flexible for a human, his right arm eventually shooting to grab her right wrist, presuming she was still upright.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 00:46:00, as written by Gawain

Razazael frowned. "oh, you're one of those." he said, leaning back, as he gripped your left arm and your right hand. He lifted his right foot, seeing as that was not working. He leapt up , trying to land on her shoulders, where he could lean back, causing her to fall back being too heavy and all, but perhaps not. Immortals had strange abilities he didn't care to understand. If she didn't fall back He would pull her head back, wrapping his arms around her legs and pulling her into a possibly fatal backbend that would snap her neck if succeful. "concede!" he barked, not wanting to kill this woman.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 01:02:36, as written by Gawain

Razazael pulled harder, frustrated at This girl's immobility. "Concede then!" he said the first time in reply, curling his legs tighter around her neck. She didn't need to breath to tell him she gave up, but then, water burst from under him. "fack!" he shouted, pushing off of her trying to dodge the bolt of H2O. He failed though, getting tossed to the low ceiling and landing flat on his face. "ow..." He said, quietly, curling his back and bouncing onto his toes. He brushed himself off, watching the mage in the corner of his eye. "not fair!" he said. "using magic on a human." He said condescending her. "how am I supposed to win a fist fight if you launch water at me?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 12:52:19, as written by Gawain

Razazael pressed his foot to the door, pushing it open and letting himself inside. He knocked the door closed with his elbow, taking in the bar. He cracked his knuckles, making his way to the counter and taking a seat. He watched people fight and talk in the bar. He flexed his fingers as he caught sight of Diana, some insane beast of a woman, fighting another woman. He didn't understand much, but if he were to ever brawl with these Immortals he so dreaded he would need some serious anitmagic charms. He sighed, staring at the cieling

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 13:02:47, as written by Gawain

Razazael leaned back thinking of ways to counter magical beings, maybe he could get someone to enchant his gauntlets to create some sort of anti magic field or something. That would bring them down to his level. He got a glass of water from The NPC bartender. He looked down to see Kyrad toss a table at that couple. He frowned, it was too late for him to do anything, he didn't have superhuman speed. "Watch out!" he yelled at them, hoping they could react in time

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 13:11:12, as written by Gawain

Razazael caught one of the bats in his hand, biting its head of. He chewed for a second then spit the thing out. "now I know how ozzy fealt." he said to himself, finiding his glass of water and dropping the carcass

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 15:11:05, as written by Gawain

Razazael Entered Gambits behind Odgerel, he found himself at the conter, looking about the other patrons. He was looking for two things, a good brawl and an enchanter strong enough to bind a major spell to his gauntlets. Where he would find these things, he woudn't know. He cracked his knuckles, askig for a glass of water from the Bartender.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 15:22:09, as written by Gawain

Razazael continued to watch the patrons, taking his water from the NPC bartender. He sipped his glass, not finding anyone of interest. He sighed, watching everyone, no one seemed to be what he needed. Hopefully some challenger or some skilled mage might enter the bar, so he stayed, waiting around.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 23:54:19, as written by Gawain

Razazael took a step into Gambit's, He looked about the bar, searching for two things, an underground recruiter, and a mage with powerful enchanting ability. He found no possible sparing partners/recruiters, although he may have found the Enchanter he needed. Razazel aproached Azazel Extending a gloved hand to the fallen god. "names Razazel, raz for short. You seem like a guy who knows his way around the aether."

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-08-27 23:59:38, as written by Gawain

Razazael frowned, crossing his arms, he was still trying to figure out these immortal mages. turning on his left heel he made his way to the counter, watching everyone, he caught horatio's wave, nodding and making his way over to the man. "yes?" he asked as he sat, kracking his large knuckles

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

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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