||Username|| VampiresHorsesCats
||Name|| Azrael Terso
||Age||16
||Gender|| female
||Species|| vampire
||Pet|| wolf named Azazel
||Weapon|| bow
||Personality||** Sweet and kind. She will live up to her name if you make her mad, Azrael Angel of Death, wants to be feared but usually isn't.
||History|** Use to live in Wisconsin, then moved to New Jersey when 12. Usally asked about history and she just walks away.
||Looks|| 5'4 black wavy hair.
||Crush||looking
||GF/BF|| looking
||Other||
Azrael walks into the camp, it was a windy day her black wavy hair blowing. Her footsteps light as she walks around looking for other vampires. Azazel, her wolf, walks closely at Azrael's side, protecting her. Azrael stops at the center of the camp, and sets down her bag, kneelin she looks at Azazel. "Azazel, you have to behave here." Azrael warned her wolf.