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Name - Razekial Aiden
Age - Unknown
Race - Corrupted Ardreux
Description or Appearance picture -He stands just at 5'6" and is somewhat frail looking. Razekial is a fellow who is nearly devoid of color, or at least from what most people could see. Aside from blue eyes the male is practically the embodiment of "pale". Pale skin, snow white hair, pale scars, somewhat pale attitude.

He is also somewhat feminine in appearance, though perhaps that's mostly his hands feet and somewhat his body structure. It's not too terribly so though. His build appears somewhat lanky though not sickly thin. It's more of a neutral build.

With white hair, black nails and all sharp teeth aside from his incisors he sometimes comes off as demonic in looks.
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Sex - Male
Personality - Usually quiet and calm, secretive and pretty honest. Comes off as cold even if he doesn't mean to. Personality is given to change based on the situation or who he's feeling like.
Weapon of choice - His sword nicknamed "Baby"
Powers and abilities - Manipulation of shadows. Some form of energy. "Quick" healing when he is able to focus on healing. Enhances sense of smell and hearing as well as enhanced strength. Can float/walk on air due his true form.
Weaknesses - Being exposed to well lit areas for too long, cold temperatures, going too long without hunting/eating, his temper, getting too worked up
Hobbies - People watching, wandering, hunting people when he gets hungry
History - There's not much to Razekial's past that he hasn't already forgot about or deemed to unimportant to really keep in mind. However, most of his past has started from the moment they arrived on earth, the day that his memory went bad and the day he learned the beings of this planet were quite different from those back home, or at least according to his brother.


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The small male hummed happily to himself as he walked along the edge of the rooftop to a one story shop that had seemingly been closed for years. His hands were out to either side of him as he wavered here and there with each step like he was about to fall any moment. Despite his happy little tune his face held a somewhat blank expression. Razekial was enjoying himself though, no matter how it might have seemed, his mind wandering some as he neared the corner of the roof, his stop. Once his foot reached the edge he stopped to just stand there, arms down and hands now in his pocket. Had a breeze not rolled by to move his hair he’d have appeared to be frozen in time, blue eyes gazing off into nowhere really. He stood that way for a good ten or so minutes, trying to think of what he could do and so on. Once it seemed like he had snapped out of whatever he took a step forward and dropped from the roof, landing with knees been a bit before straightening out and moving on.

He was honestly suspecting little to come from today when he turned the corner, headed across the street and into the park only to spot something. Near a bench there seemed to be some sort of fight, spat, argument, whatever. It was all fighting to him. But these two beings seemed to randomly go at it, demon and animal… werewolf? Razekial had to sniff the air to tell exactly, nose wrinkling a bit as more than just the scent of dog hit him. Man was he glad he didn’t have to constantly breathe this filth in. Shaking his head he lurked a bit in the shadows cast by the tree he was under as he watched whatever it was happen.

"You don't get it, do you dogs? I knew they weren't smart animals. I'm a spirit. I've been -" When Evan started with his religious mumbo-jumbo, Miyuki stumbled back quickly, her dark eyes widening to the point there was no white. "Shut up!" she hissed, locking her jaw as she brought a hand to her face, the other covering one ear. Her head pounded and she felt a burning through her veins. "I'm not done with you! Watch your back, dog. I'll reach you through anything and next time I won't play around with you," the demon warned before her eyes seemed to shrink back down and her skin collected a bit more color. The demon's persona vanished back into Miyuki's body and she stood there with a bit of a wobble before she plopped down lightly in the grass with her hands to her head again.

She stared at him, watching his every movements. What was with the religious icons and the sword? They made her feel physically ill. His words just brought out a small nod. Miyuki collected herself for a few minutes before she slowly stood up, swallowing the lump in her throat, eyes never once leaving Evan just in case he tried to attack her for whatever reason. "I-I'm sorry," she said as she took a small step back. "I've caused enough trouble for today. I sh-should go."