✠ Basics ✠ ✯ Name ✯ Shioveck
✯ Nickname ✯ Seven, Sven, Shio
✯ Age ✯ Twenty-Two
✯ Species ✯ Shapeshifter
✯ Gender ✯ Male
✯ Sexuality ✯ Asexual - Panromantic
✯ Character Fandom & Type ✯ MCU OC
✠ Appearance ✠ ✯ Height ✯ 5'11"
✯ Weight ✯ 167 lbs
✯ Hair ✯ Dark Brown
✯ Eye Color ✯ Pale Blue
✯ Face Claim ✯ Colin O'Donoghue
✯ General Attire ✯Jeans, button up shirts, usually no shoes unless he absolutely has to wear them.
Anytime the weather permits it, he loves wearing a hoodie.
✯ Overview ✯ Seven's a big adorable goofball standing at 5’11”, though dwarfed by many of the other compound inhabitants, he’s still taller than those he would/will call his best friends. Which is amusingly ironic as his most comfortable animal form is that of a sugar glider. He appears to be rather average as far as his human looks go, perhaps his ears are a bit too large, his eyes oddly pale yet bright blue; and his face is a constantly changing myriad of expressions, though most commonly confusion or glee.
While he looks older than he is, and by legal standards is an adult, within his own kind he is still very much the child he acts like he is. Shifters of his origins have collective lives they share with their animals that determine their own lifespan. For example, his crocodile form gives him an additional 70-100 years on top of the typical 65-90 years his human side already has. Collectively his animals give him roughly a 300 year lifespan, making him by human standards roughly 6 years old. Despite this comparative age, shifters grow quickly before they seem to never age again, and then in the last few decades of their life begin to show their age.
Animal Forms from smallest to largest
Sugar Glider - Standard wild coloration, roughly 6” long, weighs about 4 ounces, very fragile in this form.
Enjoys riding in shirt pockets or hair, obnoxiously squeaking for snacks, and hiding in high places to glide from and dive bomb people.
Green Cheeked Conure - Mostly green, blue wing feathers, red tail feathers, black cap, roughly 10” from beak to tail tip, weighs about 3 ounces, very loud in this form.
Enjoys ‘singing’, aka screeching from hidden spots until someone finds him. Also enjoys imitating things like phone ringtones, alarm clocks, sirens, and then flying off before whoever he is messing with knows it’s actually him.
River Otter - Standard wild coloration, roughly 2’ long, weighs about 20 lbs, very messy in this form.
Enjoys hiding in peoples bathtubs in this form only to launch himself out to scare them then run off trailing water all over the place. Can often be found playing diving games in the pool in this form.
Irish Wolfhound - Breed standard grey coloration, roughly 2’10” at the shoulder, weighs about 150 lbs, very lazy in this form.
Enjoys lounging about acting more or less like the typical family pet in this form. Happily takes up entire couches and refuses to move unless coaxed with food. Also uses this form to explore city life alongside whoever he's convinced to take him out with them.
Jaguar - Standard gold with black spotting coloration, roughly 2’6” at the shoulder and 6’ from nose to base of tail, weighs roughly 200 lbs, very protective in this form.
Every shifter has one form that exists entirely to keep them safe, and the Jaguar is Seven’s guardian form. He can use it for fun and games when he wants to, but when threatened he will automatically shift to this before anything else. It is also the hardest form to get him to come back from if he's let it take over mentally.
Rock Python - Olive green scales with darker eldritch green almost black banding, little larger than 12’ from nose to tail, weighs roughly 160 lbs, abnormally playful in this form.
Enjoys laying in wait in others beds to scare them, also is surprisingly protective of others in this form. He's not above using his size and muscled coils to “trap” friends out of harm's way.
Nile Crocodile - Standard blackish green and bronze mottled scale coloration, 13’ from nose to tail, weighs roughly 1,000 lbs, not as slow as he looks in this form.
Though large and imposing, in this form Seven is surprisingly agile both in and out of water. He greatly enjoys being mistaken for a pool floatie only to roll and send the unsuspecting victim flailing into the water. Not as fast on land as he is in the water, he does enjoy stomping around acting like Godzilla regardless and is extremely vocal in this form.
✠ Personality ✠ ✯ Likes ✯ Practical Jokes (both pranking others and being pranked), hot chocolate, the smell of pine trees, any body of water from a puddle to an ocean.
✯ Dislikes ✯ Others arguing, inconveniencing others, guns, onions.
✯ Overview ✯ Seven is for the most part a large child at heart. He enjoys using his animal forms to play mostly harmless jokes on his friends. Mostly harmless because he does sometimes forget that not everyone has the same healing factors his kind do. When he does accidentally hurt someone he considers a friend he doesn't sulk, he tries to find ways to make it up to them instead. Often times becoming mildly overbearing smothering them in blankets if they so much as sneeze, or using every pot and pan in the kitchen cooking them all their favorite foods. It takes quite a bit of convincing for him to settle back down from his guilt.
When you've made a friend with Seven, you've made a friend for life, usually. He is clingy and doesn't like to let go of people unless they have done something absolutely appalling that he cannot justify in his own mind. Of course that doesn't work both ways to him, and if someone should try to cut ties with him for what he thinks is no good reason, he will not leave them alone until either they forgive him or they physically leave.
He also relies heavily on his animal instincts to keep him safe, and has little trouble letting them take over when need be. He can get lost in his animal instincts, and it can be difficult for others to bring Seven back to the front of things, but overall his childish friendly nature will shine through in most situations.
There's also a lot of lack of socialization that is obvious in his mannerisms. The most obvious being how often he forgets how essential clothes are outside of Othius. Those around him will do best to constantly keep a towel within reach unless they want to encourage his habits of walking around mostly nude. He's very polite though and when reminded of something that is or is not acceptable outside of Othius he will try his best to remember and act accordingly. Sometimes he just forgets though and needs constant reminders, especially when someone is around that isn't already used to his odd antics.
✠ Misc Info ✠✯ Inventory ✯ A well worn backpack with a hoodie, a hunting knife, and an obviously old photograph of himself as a child with his parents and Chief Loure.
✯ Sleeping Bag Design ✯White to Blue Ombré with his nickname "Seven" in Silver
✯Pets ✯N/A
✯ Abilities and Weaknesses ✯Able to shift into seven different animal species, can tap into each of those animals natural abilities without fully shifting.
Is not immune to physical attacks as he is still very much a mortal being.
✠ History ✠ Seven comes from a place hidden from the rest of the world much like Wakanda, Othius. Located deep in the Swiss Alps it is nowhere near as advanced as the African nation it is allied to. It is common knowledge among his people that King Azzuri had been close friends with Chief Loure during their lifetime; and the friendship forged between them has kept Othius closely tied to Wakanda through the years.
When the shifters homeland was threatened by a modern world that could not understand their abilities, Loure sent a small party to Wakanda to ask for refuge. The Chief was a proud man who did not ask for help lightly. He offered aid in farming and food production so that Wakandans could focus on what they were best at, creating. It was then that King Azzuri offered them something better than running from their native land, sending the party back with a group of his own. The same holograms that hid Wakanda were installed and both nation's thrived in their isolation.
Though his nearly lifelong friend King Azzuri had years prior departed from the world, the Chief kept his ties to Wakanda through their annual envoys. He had not however, forged the same friendship with King T’Chaka as he found himself too tired to leave his mountainous home. Chief Loure held onto the hope that one of his ambassadors would rekindle that past friendship and bring the nation's together as closely as they had once been.
Every year Chief Loure sent ambassadors to Wakanda to show King Azzuri their gratitude. It became a tradition for the youth to present themselves to the Chief and state their case why they should be included in the next envoy. Which is how Seven found himself leaving his home for what would end up being both the first and the last time.
Seven, though better known by his kin as Shioveck, was selected through his training. He had from a young age found shifting from one animal to another far easier than shifting back to his human form and then into his next animal form. A trait that roughly 15% of the population had a grasp of, and even fewer did with the comfort that Seven did. Chief Loure was also among those who did not need to shift back to his human form between animals, and he found Sevens enthusiasm for life refreshing in his own advanced age.
The young shifter was enthralled with Wakanda, the people, the technology, it was so drastically different from his home and he wanted to see more before returning to the snow globe as he often referred to Othius. It was both by luck and misfortune his wish came true. King T’Chaka was murdered during the Sovokia Accords and the newly appointed King T’Challa told the shifters present that he regretfully could not send them back with the security they were accustomed to until things had settled down again in Wakanda. Many of the shifters were understanding of the situation and even offered to pull their own weight however long they stayed within Wakandas borders.
Seven used the situation to his benefit and asked Shuri if she would not mind teaching him some of the tech she was working on. By the time King T’Challa announced he had men standing by ready to take the shifters home, Seven had become fast friends with Shuri and was even less pleased with the idea of going home. He had grown fond of learning about all the projects she was working on, but more so of helping her to tease the King. Shuri petitioned for him to stay, but they never received a proper answer as the threat of Thanos became reality.
It was not until well after Thanos had been destroyed and the world was restored to its former normalcy; that Seven decided it didn't matter what decision the King had made, he would not return to Othius with the others. Either he would stay in Wakanda learning from Shuri, or he would find his own path in the world. Thankfully he did not have to fight his case as T’Challa introduced him to the Avengers and told him that he would always be welcome in Wakanda, even giving him his own bracelet containing a single Kimoyo bead that would always give him access through the hidden barriers. The gesture has meant more to Seven than he lets on; and though he knows the Kimoyo bead is all but useless so far from Wakanda, he has never removed the bracelet. He does not know how it fits each of his animals, but he is relieved that it does and hasn't bothered to ask why.
✠ Basics ✠✯ Name ✯ Azrael
✯ Nickname ✯ Az, Azzy, Azra
So long as there's an A and a Z in there
he'll likely respond to it
✯ Age ✯ Nearly as old as the universe
✯ Species ✯ Archangel with a Human Vessel
✯ Gender ✯ Technically genderless
Vessel is male though
✯ Sexuality ✯ Pansexual - Panromantic
✯ Character Fandom & Type ✯ Supernatural Canon/OC
The character is canon to the series, but since he was only ever mentioned in passing I took all my own liberties with him and sprinkled in a few different religions ideas of what he would be like.
✠ Appearance ✠✯ Height ✯ 5'11"
✯ Weight ✯ 173 lbs
✯ Hair ✯ Chocolate Brown
Kind of shaggy but still short
Often seen sporting a short beard
✯ Eye Color ✯ Mostly green, slightly hazel
✯ Face Claim ✯ Jonathan Young
✯ General Attire ✯Casual: Black shoes, dark jeans, various screen print t-shirts, beanie no matter the weather.
Formal: Black suit and tie with an assorted color button up shirt.
✠ Personality ✠ ✯ Likes ✯ Music of all sorts, playing pranks on people, being a nosy little [removed], banana bread
✯ Dislikes ✯ Silence, drinking water, waiting, capybaras
✯ Overview ✯ It depends on the time, day, month, positioning of the stars and planets, just kidding, that's just a long drawn out way of saying he's very temperamental nowadays. Something about being kicked out of heaven didn't resonate well in his mind and left him a fickle thing with a strangely cracked grace. Not damaged, cracked, fracturing his mind like a frail glass globe until sharp little edges grated away at one another, grating away who he once was. Sometimes at least.
Other times he’s every inch the archangel he was seen as previously. Then again, there are times where he might as well be a demon for all it’s worth.
Once he was seen as easygoing, patient, meticulous, and soft spoken. He was known for his kindness and considered the gentlest soul of the Heavenly Host. Many aspects of who he was still shine through who he has become, though in a more childlike essence that leaves others considering him immature at best.
He is still easy going, though no longer in a friendly welcoming manner but more so a calm collected manner; aware that he is hard to kill and has very little to worry about in regards to his well being. His patience has nearly gone down the drain leaving him unable to tolerate waiting around, he’ll wander off to amuse himself if the company he keeps begins to lag or bore him. Meticulous as ever he keeps what he observes to himself to recall at a later date when it might be useful information. Yes he saw that look, yes he knows what you did last summer based entirely on your body language, no he won’t tell anyone, unless suddenly that information can land him something he wants from someone else. His once attentive mannerisms have become a profitable means of blackmail that he quite enjoys.
The biggest tell of what sort of mood he’s in, is his voice, particularly the level and tone of his voice, his expressions may not change from thought to thought, but his voice always does. When he is feeling the most like himself, a rare thing to behold, he is rather soft spoken, his voice gentle and soothing, almost washing worries and fears away. Though often there is a somber hint trailing his tone, an eternal sadness that seeps through his words as he struggles to be himself all of the time not just part of the time.
For the most part though, he’s loud, very, very loud; singing and laughing like he’s not a care in the world and life is but a dream. His mind, unable to handle wanting to both serve God and scorn God, has reverted into a childlike state where he’s no better behaved than Gabriel, perhaps even worse at times. Blocking out both the scared worries of Archangel Azrael and the bitter resenting thoughts of Fallen Azrael, happy immature Azrael is the more preferred mood to catch him in as time goes by.
Then there are the rare, though growing more common with time, bouts of malice that burst forth in such a peculiar way. He doesn’t scream or shout, he’s got no reason to, he instead reverts to being soft spoken once more. Though in a way that none of the warmth he once ebbed with is present, but a cold throat clenching soft spoken that leaves the listener feeling tainted by some unholy force.
✠ Misc Info ✠✯ Inventory ✯ Just his long coat and an Angel Blade.
✯ Sleeping Bag Design ✯White with red blotches and "Az" embroidered near the top.
✯Pets ✯A Wombat named Maximus Decimus Meridius, Max for short.
✯ Abilities and Weaknesses ✯Like most archangels, Azrael possesses multiple abilities that are on a skill level of their own. Because Azrael's grace is fractured he does not have access to the full array of powers that his brothers and sister possess, but he does still have a considerable amount of talents, more than he likes to let on.
Angelic possession (a given considering he's occupying a vessel presently), Inhuman strength and stamina, Telekinesis, Teleportation (he can no longer apport people though), Empathy (he's lost his use of full telepathy but can still feel emotions), Regeneration as well as healing (his regeneration is stronger than his healing), his Thermo/Pyro/Electro/Terrakinesis are all but useless beyond his direct physical grasp anymore and so he avoids using them at all unless it is dire to his own survival.
His voice mimicry is unfortunately still very much on point.
These things will harm, but will not kill Azrael (if for some reason plot wise his death is needed the devices that could kill him will be discussed): Angel banishing sigils, Enochian sigils, Holy Oil, subsequently Holy Fire, Powerful magic/spells.
✠ History ✠Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, the Heavenly Host found themselves wondering why only some souls came to them, while others seemed to vanish into thin air. God turned to the Grigori, the watchers, selected one of the oldest, Azrael, and gave him the Word of Death to carry with him while he sought an answer. In his research he found how to track the souls of the departed, a feat no other angel had been able to duplicate; he discovered that while some reincarnated, others tethered themselves to objects and remained behind as ghosts or dream shades. While others still, went into the void, after Lucifer's fall, better known as hell.
When it was heard that demons were torturing the souls that fell into their grasp, God made Azrael an Archangel, tasking he and his Servitors to releasing tethered souls and preventing demons from claiming souls that were not rightfully theirs to take.
This brought Grigori Azrael, the title Archangel of Death. He was additionally tasked with writing down the names of every being born, and erasing them when their time had run out. He was dutiful, he took his purpose to heart and was rarely seen without his giant book of names, always writing, always erasing, and endless cycle he never tired of. He was also once, one of the most silent beings in the heavens, his many eyes wide and alert, his many wings constantly rustling and making a racket all of their own. Though his mouth, rarely opened in the presence of his brothers and sisters. He reserved his voice for those he was tasked to aid, soothing the dying, transitioning the recently departed, offering wisdom and condolences to the grieving survivors. It was noted once that he was so unobtrusive about his work that few of his fellow Archangels could be said to have known him at all.
He was much like a reaper, he was much like Death, it was even said that he would be the last to die when there were no more names to erase besides his own. At the same time, he was nothing like a reaper or Death, he did not take any and all, he only took those who had lived faithful lives. However he began to stray as hell claimed more and more souls, and would sneak away to try and redeem the damned so that they may rise above the selfish ways that led them to hell in the first place, and find their rightful place in heaven. It was this secret project of his that found him falling from his home as he had blinded himself to the ongoings of the war and somehow been kicked out, presumed dead by his brothers and sisters, thought lost by his Servitors, and ultimately dismissed as another casualty in the ever constant war.
Unknown to his Servitors, unknown to his siblings; he had not died at all, he had fallen yes, his grace had been horrifically scarred, but he was very much alive. Taking advantage of this new incognito lifestyle he pursued his project more fervently, determined to continue serving God even when he was no longer permitted within Heaven. The frequent trips to Hell began to take a toll on his fractured grace, corrupting him from the inside out, until he almost felt at home in hell.
Realizing what he was doing to himself he grew horrified at the very thought, and tried to distance himself from his work in effort to heal his grace or at the very least find a way home to beg God forgiveness. Nothing worked, the shadow of doubt in his thoughts purred silently, waiting, watching, until Azrael lost hope. When it finally saw its opening, it leapt with such violent force the Archangel was incapacitated, his own inner demons that had been building up were finally free, and they had no intention of going away. For some time he wandered, fighting a war within himself, a war he was losing with his cracked grace. It didn’t take long for him to fall in more than just the sense of being kicked out of Heaven, the resentment and bitter confusion ate away at him until he accepted he was no longer the bound to help souls find their way to Heaven. He was no longer bound to console the grieving, to teach humanity to accept death as nothing more than a transition unto the next stage of their being, he was free to do anything he pleased. And that was what broke him, he had never wanted to do anything but serve God, to carry out the tasks he had been given, he didn’t know what to do without that, and so his mind, in effort to resolve itself, split instead. Just in time for him to find himself here, in a new, younger looking vessel, with what some would call no less than good timing.
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