Long, Tall, and Ever Listening...
...Is This Wolf.
Basics;
Name:
Azriel Zachariah
Nicknames:
Az, Rie, Riel
Age:
40
Apparent Age:
Late 20's roughly 27, 28
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Pansexual
Species:
Lycanthrope
Bloodline: Pure | Mixed
Pure
Pack: Ambrosial | Cur
Ambrosial
Abilities:
Advanced healing, sight, and sense of smell along with a lycan's brute strength.
Personality:
Like any lycan he has a pack mentality, which means he does not prefer to be alone. Also He tends to be protective due to the wolf blood in him. He tend to listen to others more then he talks. Believe it or not Azriel first language is not english and does have a hard time trying to talk. He connects more with nature then others but still does not like being alone.
Other Characteristics;
Likes:
+Outdoors
+Swimming
+Sparring
+His pack
+Men
+Women
Dislikes:
-Being stuck indoors
-Being Alone
-Cats
-Vampires
-Droughts
Strengths:
+Advanced Healing
+Well sighted
+His long life with constant training
+Weapons Knowledge
Weaknesses:
-Silver
-Masking scents as he wont see you coming
-On the older side so a little bit slower
-His over zealous Pride.
BACKGROUND:
Azreil was born of a pure bloodline of lycantropes.To be honest of of the descendant's of the very first lycans. So there is no tainting in his genetic codes. No human influence nothing. Not until his kind were found by humans did their genes become polluted and had weaker types of lycans known as werewolves. True they were still lycans but not as strong. Nor did they heal as quick. How ever they still had the same problems with silver. Could not touch it or have it pierce their flesh. As time went on his tribe got weaker and weaker from the young thinking any being was good to mate with. Over the years of wars between vampires and lycans for territory his tribe had lost. He was still but a young pup then and was told to run. Doing so he had hid staying far from humans and vampires taking in my pure lycans teaching him things that lycans who taught him that any lycans who breed out of their blood lines were traitors and never to be trusted. So all of his pup life he was trained and told to believe this. As he aged it was programmed into his mind. He would never see anything as right if they were a mix breed. He thought of them all traitors and that they deserved to be ran out and live in the harshest of lands. By time he was old enough he had left his new pack that had raised him as his own to come here.
It took some years and drifted from pack to pack being one of their hunters. He was trained to take down bigger prey then most of the younger hunters in the pack could. He was about near the age he is now. After about 30 years of searching came to this place and decided the Ambrosial pack for him due to they were a pack of pure bloods. He thought about it but even with the cur he'd be happy here.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;
He stands as a rather tall male at seven feet even and two-hundred, eighty pounds with black hair, reddish brown eyes with marking under his eyes. He is not one shy of his body and wears but a loin cloth as clothes rip when he takes to his lycan form
Name:
Azriel Zachariah
Nicknames:
Az, Rie, Riel
Age:
40
Apparent Age:
Late 20's roughly 27, 28
Gender:
Male
Orientation:
Pansexual
Species:
Lycanthrope
Bloodline: Pure | Mixed
Pure
Pack: Ambrosial | Cur
Ambrosial
Abilities:
Advanced healing, sight, and sense of smell along with a lycan's brute strength.
Personality:
Like any lycan he has a pack mentality, which means he does not prefer to be alone. Also He tends to be protective due to the wolf blood in him. He tend to listen to others more then he talks. Believe it or not Azriel first language is not english and does have a hard time trying to talk. He connects more with nature then others but still does not like being alone.
Other Characteristics;
Likes:
+Outdoors
+Swimming
+Sparring
+His pack
+Men
+Women
Dislikes:
-Being stuck indoors
-Being Alone
-Cats
-Vampires
-Droughts
Strengths:
+Advanced Healing
+Well sighted
+His long life with constant training
+Weapons Knowledge
Weaknesses:
-Silver
-Masking scents as he wont see you coming
-On the older side so a little bit slower
-His over zealous Pride.
BACKGROUND:
Azreil was born of a pure bloodline of lycantropes.To be honest of of the descendant's of the very first lycans. So there is no tainting in his genetic codes. No human influence nothing. Not until his kind were found by humans did their genes become polluted and had weaker types of lycans known as werewolves. True they were still lycans but not as strong. Nor did they heal as quick. How ever they still had the same problems with silver. Could not touch it or have it pierce their flesh. As time went on his tribe got weaker and weaker from the young thinking any being was good to mate with. Over the years of wars between vampires and lycans for territory his tribe had lost. He was still but a young pup then and was told to run. Doing so he had hid staying far from humans and vampires taking in my pure lycans teaching him things that lycans who taught him that any lycans who breed out of their blood lines were traitors and never to be trusted. So all of his pup life he was trained and told to believe this. As he aged it was programmed into his mind. He would never see anything as right if they were a mix breed. He thought of them all traitors and that they deserved to be ran out and live in the harshest of lands. By time he was old enough he had left his new pack that had raised him as his own to come here.
It took some years and drifted from pack to pack being one of their hunters. He was trained to take down bigger prey then most of the younger hunters in the pack could. He was about near the age he is now. After about 30 years of searching came to this place and decided the Ambrosial pack for him due to they were a pack of pure bloods. He thought about it but even with the cur he'd be happy here.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION;
He stands as a rather tall male at seven feet even and two-hundred, eighty pounds with black hair, reddish brown eyes with marking under his eyes. He is not one shy of his body and wears but a loin cloth as clothes rip when he takes to his lycan form