Username; aviate
Avix's name; Azazel
Avix's gender; nan0boy -- prefers they/them pronouns.
Short personality; Let's take a look. Azazel... they're
always distant. They appear stoic, emotionless, and
when they aren't occupied by anything they just... hang
around there, like a ghost. They don't look like they
care, but they have the mentality that tells you to always
make the first move and not try unless you're ready for a
disappointment. They tend to sit around, sweep their gaze
and drink in the sight, and then... leave. But they do have
soft spots, and buttons to push. Anger them, and their
way of thought changes, but they don't fight. They cry
their feelings out.
Adoptive parent; Nathaniel
Theme song; GhostBirth date; November the 22nd
Zodiac; Sagittarius
Birthstone; Topaz
Accessories; Azazel always wears their dragon wings,
unlike Nathaniel who wears wings for cosplay. In
addition to that, they sometimes have a few
strings tied to their tail and feet that they sit
down and play with, claws grasping absently at
the threads. In anthro they still wear their
wings, but they usually hide their horns
underneath a black hoodie with skeleton
pattens on its back. Azazel is also consider-
ing getting piercings, preferable ear
piercings, but they aren't sure yet.
Azazel doesn't live with just Nathaniel. They also live with Tokala, who acts like their older brother. Tokala, or just 'Toka' when Azazel calls him, doesn't really spend much time with them, so little it's hard to see them as actual family. This is mostly because Toka acts like their cold, silent brother who doesn't speak often and only spends his time away from home with his skateboard and music player.
Okay, Toka is sort of a nerd... he always goes off holding a book with him, and there's usually a pen behind his ear too. Azazel suspects Toka just doesn't like being teased so that he pretends he's hanging out and having fun... although Nathan tells them Toka hasn't always been that way.
They admit they aren't the best family, somehow the 'ignore and be ignored' rule planted itself deep into said family's roots. Nathaniel can still be caring, but as of late Toka doesn't spend most of his day around the other two males. Quite sad, really.
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xxxxxxxxxx Azazel never did want to live the way they lived. It's easy to see why, when regarding their past they were never off with a good start. Of course, this is one side of them that Nathaniel and even Toka are unaware of, since Azazel tends to shut them out when they try to squeeze some words out. It's frustrating to all three of them, but Azazel keeps their memories to themselves for many reasons. Sometimes they end up writing their experiences down on paper, but after some hesitation crumple the papers up and burn them. Just to make sure Nathan doesn't snoop around in his room, they even tried taping a hair from their mane to either side of their door and jumping out of their window (note that they live on the lower floor of the house) and waiting to see whether or not Nathan went in, which he didn't, since the hair was still intact when they went back in through the window.
Maybe they don't have the best family, but they're okay with it.
"Azazel? They're... it's hard to explain but I'll give it my best shot.
It was a dark night and rain pelted the roofs, a continuous pounding that was so unruly to my ears, it had no rhythm, it was a constant drumming that sent sparks of displeasure to my ears. With my face hidden beneath the soft black cloth of my jacket hood, I was rushing home that night, passing the alleyways in an attempt to catch the last bus before midnight, a race before the clock struck twelve. And as I was only two blocks away from the bus stop, an enormous trident of lightning lit up the skies, its jagged lines stretching from one end of the horizon to the other. Spears of thunder reverberated into my ears and piercing my skull, shaking the brain inside with such force my head felt like it was going to pop.
I will admit I did not understand what had happened that night, not when it had occurred. Not much of an explanation came since then either. All I knew was I had to get home. I held myself close as I passed by, but the terrified whine that I heard made me stop in my tracks, a droplet landing on my neck and coldly sliding down my spine as I turned to identify the source of the noise.
What I saw surprised me. I don't lie when I saw the first word that popped in my head was 'street rat,' however degrading it was, I thought those words. What I saw didn't click to those words for long however, as I saw curved horns, a mop of wet hair and a pair of half shredded wings belonging to a cowering figure by a dumpster. Then the words faded from my mind as I bent down to stare into the eyes of the terrified child, eyes darting left and right as the young wolf frantically tried to find a way to escape.
I remember calling out, and I remember the wolf pressing their body against the wall, pupils only a pinprick of white. 'Please... please don't hurt me,' thus they pleaded, 'just leave me be.'
Long story short? I didn't listen. I couldn't. Reached out slowly, hoping I didn't scare them as my hand was out there for them to take. They glanced at me with those eyes, the fear fading away and replaced with doubt. Then they took my hand.
That was how it began."
