VALENTINE, zazriel jude

[nyxy]

ZAZRIELJUDEVALENTINE
"suddenly my eyes are open. everything comes into focus.
oh, we are all illuminated, lights are shining on our faces, blinding."

DON'T FRET PRECIOUS, I'M HERE.
STEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW. GO BACK TO SLEEP!

full name: Zazriel Jude Valentine
nickname/alias: Zazriel, Zaz
gender: male
age: eighteen
sexuality: bisexual
appearance: Zaz is just your average teenage boy, well, as normal as you can get in these abnormal times when you exclude the demons and angels. The teenage boy has a natural slender built body. If he didn’t work at his muscles on his arms, stomach and legs, he’d probably look like a week toothpick. He stands around five feet, nine inches and weighs about one hundred forty-eight pounds. Most of that is from his pure toned muscles. His natural kind set eyes are that of a blue which can even make anyone smile or perk up their mood. His hair is a natural warm blonde that is a dirty blonde at his roots which are always a bit darker. His hair has many short layers and sometimes styled with gel. During these times though, that’s not really the case, and he lets it do whatever. Zazriel’s skin color is that of a light natural tan, but sometimes it does fade to a shade lighter. With his choice of clothes, Zaz doesn’t really care except to be either warm or cold depending on the weather. You’ll usually see him in a light colored graphic t-shirt and baggy blue jeans that have been ripped. With jeans, he normally wears chucks or sneakers. Zaz does have one tattoo that his mother didn’t care for; it is a feather falling apart into flying birds which is located on his left wrist. In the very, VERY near future, Zaz will have feathered wings of white that turn a gray at the end of each tip of his wings.

SAFE FROM PAIN & TRUTH & CHOICE & OTHER POISON DEVILS.
SEE, THEY DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU, LIKE I DO.

play-by claim:
usergroup: nephilim
member title: got a hero living in me
persona: amiable. captivating. compassionate. compelled to protect. doesn’t care about the safety of himself but of others. unselfish. rash decision making. scared of the future. confused. brave with adrenaline. easy to trust in others. humorous. inane. witty. benevolent. sees the good in others even though they are enemies.

COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WAR
DRUMS. COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP. GO BACK TO SLEEP!

mother: Olivia Valentine; forty seven years old; deceased
father: Zazriel; presuming he’s ancient; unknown whereabouts
siblings: none
others: none
past/present: Zaz’s future began to form when his mother, Olivia Valentine, met his father, Zazriel one night. Olivia was only in her middle twenties when she observed a man, or she presumed he was man, laying helplessly on one of the dead city streets in Tamaya. Frightened that he had been victim of a vicious mugging, she ran to the injured man’s side determine if he was still breathing. Before she got too close, Olivia realized that this man had white wings attached to his back. Not some wings part of a costume, but of real wings attached to flesh and ligaments. The angel was bleeding from what to be a wound by a sword that blistered at the opening. Olivia helped the angel to his feet, who whispered his name Zazriel, as she supported him while they walked to Olivia’s apartment two blocks away. Olivia tended Zazriel’s wound the best a human could due until Zazriel healed the rest of it himself. Once he was well again, he bid Olivia farewell and left her. Olivia wished he could come back to her; she prayed numerous of nights for his wellbeing and perhaps him flying back to her, thinking he would hear it. A month later Zazriel arrived at her front step, and that is when Zaz was created. Zaz was born to Olivia on the night of December 11 and named him after the angel she loved, Zazriel. When growing up, Zaz only did see his father until the age of eight. Zazriel would only stay for a short while to catch up on how Zaz was doing. His father told his mother everything about Zaz and what he will become. He explained that he couldn’t see his son anymore considering it was dangerous for Zaz if any angel or demon would find a Nephilim in Tamaya. It was Olivia responsibility to tell Zaz later in life when her son would soon be eighteen. Olivia and Zaz never saw Zazriel again afterwards. Olivia, on the other hand, raised Zaz in the rest of his years, emphasizing he was a special boy to her and the world. She knew her son would be a hero among humans. Once the demons started attacking Earth, Olivia told her son everything that night that Zaz was a nephilim, part angel and part human in a frenzy just in case they were separated. Zaz and his mother ran for shelter from the demons and Validus. After an ambush, Zaz was cut off from his mother and now is trying to find her, his father, and just anyone who will help him try to understand about everything going on.
future: find someone who is like himself, find out if his mother is still alive and if she is try to find her, and find someone as a love interest. it’s the end of the world, why not?

I'LL BE THE ONE TO PROTECT YOU
FROM YOUR ENEMIES AND ALL YOUR DEMONS

powers: flying from wings, fast reflexes, reading minds, live longer up to 200 years, immune to disease.
weaknesses: mortal and can be killed by any weapon
weapons: colt gun which has etches that make it an anti-demon gun, set of 15 throwing knives: seven anti-demon and six anti-angel, and a anti-angel dagger with a gold plated handle given to him from his mother who got it from Zazriel.

I'LL BE THE ONE TO PROTECT YOU
FROM A WILL TO SURVIVE & AND VOICE OF REASON.

Heya, call me NYX, and I've been kicking ass and taking names for 19 years. Within those years, I've been in the world of RPG for 10 years. Luckily, I found WHEN SKIES RAIN RED by MAKING IT, and now I'm here! Oh, by the way, the password is ADMIN EDIT.

lyrics taken from counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums by a perfect circle.