The young man's face litters the timeworn pages of history. His existence spans far beyond that of the present, ebbing back into a life he lived before Alicante- a life he doesn't care to speak much about. It's said he was a child of war during a time when nobility never mattered to soldiers and every man was for himself. He and his parents had been captured as prisoners once their town had been ransacked, held for the pure sport of 'pleasurable' torture. And it was only fitting then that they be destroyed right in front of the boy, only for something to stir in him. Though Azrael already knew of his birth-held 'difference', the scope of it was released that day in the form of blood-seeking magic. He killed his assaultants with barely a strand of effort, but this new-found discovery of just what he was and what he could do only served to warp him a bit. And for decades he traveled, his aging stunted by the magic coursing through his veins... Yet... He was incomplete. For he was literally a walking timebomb, a danger to himself and to others. A living hex that couldn't understand the power that lie in his fingertips or in the cards he could create. Az just didn't know... And so he'd spent those years- unaging yet maturing- in hopes of finding a teacher... or better yet, a home.

CLASSIFICATION: Mage
AGE: Appears 19 years of age, though he often jokes of being at least a century beyond his time (estimated to be about 107 years-old)
UAL ORIENTATION: He's a shameless, habitual flirt who claims himself as a teasing aual... but really, he's grown a partiality towards men.
TIMEZONE: GMT -6