Username:AvocadoLawyer
Name:Azrail
Gender:Male
What are those chains? (Real/not real/etc): 500 words maxDeath always followed Azrail, it started with his parents when he was born. They quite literary had the life sucked out of them. Viscets would always become sick around Azrail. They would first go over to Azrail and would hang out with him as despite his quite nature he was gentle and loving. They were attracted to him in a way. Younger Viscets however often feared him and would avoid him at all cost. Some say that it's Azrail's own name that had cursed him. For at first they would get sick, but they thought it was just a simple cold. However, then they would get sicker and sicker. Finally life would leave their lungs and they would die. No one lived long around Azrail. This left some lasting scars on Azrail, as his loving side for people was often hurt by the deaths. He had indirectly killed his family, friends, and even strangers. Finally the town had enough of Azrail and made a plan. They gathered around him chanting "Azrail, you are the angel of death! You have brought great doom to our town!"
Azrail was in great pain to see this. He never intended for any of this, why was it happening to him. Azrail all his life was good, he worked hard and treated everyone with love. It just seemed to be some awful curse on him. Before Azrail could do anything a few brave members of the town had grabbed him. They took him and shoved him into a dark whole in the grown and chained him up so that he could never leave.
"Maybe we have ended the horror of ruin you have brought upon us." Proclaimed one
"Listen to me, I didn't intend for this!" Azrail cried out.
But it was too late, they had left and Azrail was stuck. The chains tight around his body, cutting him slightly when he tried to pull. He took violently though wanting to escape and be free. But the Angel of Death is stuck now, down in a hole. He still reminds there to this day. With the heaven chained weighing him down as he gazes up into the light above. But, after all the years he spent down there angry and bitter at the townsfolk. Now, he is a ghost legend and young Viscets will come to test their braver but be careful to not get too close to The Ripper's Tomb. He might tell you his tale or he might just lure you down.
A song that represents who they are: (Link appropriate please)Between Heaven and Hell-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ubRJR3QFZA