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Ahzrael has a minion!
Spirits the Goseth
Spirits the Goseth
Ahzrael
Legacy Name: Ahzrael
The
Darkmatter HarvesterOwner:
TimidAge: 13 years, 7 months, 3 weeks
Born: September 4th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: September 4th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 2
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
I am destined to be the greatest agent of Death ever!
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Ahzrael
Alias: Ahz
Gender: Neutral
Age: 98
DOB: November 3rd
Ethnicity: Atroposian Spirit
Occupation: Agent of Death
Genre: Any setting where death occurs.
Role-Play: Open
Preferred Vessel Form
Height: 4'11
Build: Thin and childish, as if her body hasn't physically matured.
Eyes: Swampy green, back lit by her Presence.
Hair: Mid-back length red-orange hair. Usually kept up in intricately pinned updos.
Personality
Characteristics: Quick to anger, Spiteful, Stubborn, Strangely loyal, Dedicated
Quirks: Ahz is far too spiteful for her own good. She will often do things that will later bite her in the ass so long as it means someone else will be angered. This often gets her in trouble. Trouble which she blames on the person she was attempting to spite, which only furthers her desire to anger and maim said individual.
Although she is an Agent of Death, Ahz insists upon wearing the most girly of clothing beneath her uniform cloak when in the realms of the living. When asked about her unusual clothing she always answers the same, "Father wanted a son." This, as expected, goes back to her deviously spiteful nature.
Likes: Bells, Girly fashions, Arguing, Her job, Burgers, Fruit juice
Dislikes: Generally everything else.
In the realm of the humans, it was a blissfully quiet day. The sun had peaked through the clouds for the first time in days, the vicious wind had finally died down to form what could only be considered a chilling breeze, and the leaves that had previously been blown from their respective tree were slowly drying to create the symbol of the season. In human terms, the day was perfect. Unfortunately, even on days such as this, death was around the corner. Literally. Around the corner from what appeared to be a high-school, awaited an Agent of Death. She couldn't see the sun or the leaves, she couldn't feel air that was blowing through her own ginger locks, and she couldn't even sense the feeling of simplicity that coated the majority of humans that walked passed her. In her realm, the layer that separated the living and the dead, there was none of that. In her realm there was only the spirit of the sun, casting a dim glow over a world that didn't need it. The trees that littered leaves throughout the living world were masses of green that branched out to cling to dwindling orbs of color that varied from brown to the the most vivid of greens- currently those orbs were drifting from the tree in a shade that reminded the Agent of spilled blood. And that oh-so-pleasant wind was nothing but an unimpressive mist of translucent aura. Just as everything else in this realm between realms, the humans that passed around her were nothing more than forms of colors. Human's were more complex than the world around them, they were never the same color twice, they were always changing and mutating into one shade or another. But there was one hue that these being's once morphed away from once- white. White was only there twice. Once while said human was a pure soul. Once again while said human was about to die. As an Agent of Death, only the latter of the two occasions interested her. White was death.
There was white. It was coming towards her, as she had known it would. Readying the bell clad scythe in her tiny hands, Ahzrael braced herself for the impending battle that was sure to occur once she stripped the remaining color- the life- from the aura. In the back of her head, the girl knew that this wasn't the best decision. She knew that she should wait until she was reassigned to a Soul Sealer (S.S.) before continuing with her work. But she couldn't wait. Not when they told her to. Not when the department had had the raw nerve to tell her that she was unable to do so while without an aid. Not when they were right. So despite the unease that was pooling in the pit of her stomach, the Agent twirled her weapon around to rip the life source away. Green eyes squeezed shut and her pink mouth moved quickly as she stated the simple mantra that would seal the life itself into the bell-shaped containers at the end of her scythe. Moments later, the unmistakable chime rang out to signal her that the job had been successful. On any other occasion Ahz would have been satisfied with herself, but this was different. She was without her partner, her S.S. Having the life was only part of the task, she still needed the soul that the body contained. But she was an Agent, she didn't have the power required to remove the soul and she knew it. Regretfully, she pulled another bell that had been resting on her hip to make the call that would no doubt get her put on suspension. The chant that used to summon the attention of her boss was cut off mid-word when an all too familiar rumble echoed out from behind her. Jerking around and dropping the pager-like item, Ahz was far from surprised to see the dark shifting shape of a demon progressing towards the slowly rotting and thrashing soul. "Guess HQ can wait," she started, her face contorting into a viciously stubborn mask, "This bastard can't." Taking a few steps to the left, she placed herself above the human soul to act as a make-shift barrier for the duration of this fight. Even though she knew she would be unable to finish off the beast-like spirit, the fiery Agent was sure that if she could only weaken it she would have time to call for a substitute S.S.
It had taken only minutes for Ahzrael to realize that even a weakened demon was far slinkier than herself. If she reached for her pager, the demon would dart in from the other side. If she dodged an attack, it would open up a direct path to the shrieking soul. Panting out curses directed towards the three worlds, the scythe-wielding girl made the decision to abandon the soul in favor of her communication bell. Although it meant that the demon would have an opportunity to get at what she had been guarding and strengthen itself, it also meant that she could summon up someone with the ability to capture the souls. So following one last slice at her enemy, Ahzrael lunged towards where she had dropped her communicator. Clutching the bell in both hands and forcing her eyes shut, she hurriedly began the chant once more.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Ahzrael
Alias: Ahz
Gender: Neutral
Age: 98
DOB: November 3rd
Ethnicity: Atroposian Spirit
Occupation: Agent of Death
Genre: Any setting where death occurs.
Role-Play: Open
Preferred Vessel Form
Height: 4'11
Build: Thin and childish, as if her body hasn't physically matured.
Eyes: Swampy green, back lit by her Presence.
Hair: Mid-back length red-orange hair. Usually kept up in intricately pinned updos.
Personality
Characteristics: Quick to anger, Spiteful, Stubborn, Strangely loyal, Dedicated
Quirks: Ahz is far too spiteful for her own good. She will often do things that will later bite her in the ass so long as it means someone else will be angered. This often gets her in trouble. Trouble which she blames on the person she was attempting to spite, which only furthers her desire to anger and maim said individual.
Although she is an Agent of Death, Ahz insists upon wearing the most girly of clothing beneath her uniform cloak when in the realms of the living. When asked about her unusual clothing she always answers the same, "Father wanted a son." This, as expected, goes back to her deviously spiteful nature.
Likes: Bells, Girly fashions, Arguing, Her job, Burgers, Fruit juice
Dislikes: Generally everything else.
In the realm of the humans, it was a blissfully quiet day. The sun had peaked through the clouds for the first time in days, the vicious wind had finally died down to form what could only be considered a chilling breeze, and the leaves that had previously been blown from their respective tree were slowly drying to create the symbol of the season. In human terms, the day was perfect. Unfortunately, even on days such as this, death was around the corner. Literally. Around the corner from what appeared to be a high-school, awaited an Agent of Death. She couldn't see the sun or the leaves, she couldn't feel air that was blowing through her own ginger locks, and she couldn't even sense the feeling of simplicity that coated the majority of humans that walked passed her. In her realm, the layer that separated the living and the dead, there was none of that. In her realm there was only the spirit of the sun, casting a dim glow over a world that didn't need it. The trees that littered leaves throughout the living world were masses of green that branched out to cling to dwindling orbs of color that varied from brown to the the most vivid of greens- currently those orbs were drifting from the tree in a shade that reminded the Agent of spilled blood. And that oh-so-pleasant wind was nothing but an unimpressive mist of translucent aura. Just as everything else in this realm between realms, the humans that passed around her were nothing more than forms of colors. Human's were more complex than the world around them, they were never the same color twice, they were always changing and mutating into one shade or another. But there was one hue that these being's once morphed away from once- white. White was only there twice. Once while said human was a pure soul. Once again while said human was about to die. As an Agent of Death, only the latter of the two occasions interested her. White was death.
There was white. It was coming towards her, as she had known it would. Readying the bell clad scythe in her tiny hands, Ahzrael braced herself for the impending battle that was sure to occur once she stripped the remaining color- the life- from the aura. In the back of her head, the girl knew that this wasn't the best decision. She knew that she should wait until she was reassigned to a Soul Sealer (S.S.) before continuing with her work. But she couldn't wait. Not when they told her to. Not when the department had had the raw nerve to tell her that she was unable to do so while without an aid. Not when they were right. So despite the unease that was pooling in the pit of her stomach, the Agent twirled her weapon around to rip the life source away. Green eyes squeezed shut and her pink mouth moved quickly as she stated the simple mantra that would seal the life itself into the bell-shaped containers at the end of her scythe. Moments later, the unmistakable chime rang out to signal her that the job had been successful. On any other occasion Ahz would have been satisfied with herself, but this was different. She was without her partner, her S.S. Having the life was only part of the task, she still needed the soul that the body contained. But she was an Agent, she didn't have the power required to remove the soul and she knew it. Regretfully, she pulled another bell that had been resting on her hip to make the call that would no doubt get her put on suspension. The chant that used to summon the attention of her boss was cut off mid-word when an all too familiar rumble echoed out from behind her. Jerking around and dropping the pager-like item, Ahz was far from surprised to see the dark shifting shape of a demon progressing towards the slowly rotting and thrashing soul. "Guess HQ can wait," she started, her face contorting into a viciously stubborn mask, "This bastard can't." Taking a few steps to the left, she placed herself above the human soul to act as a make-shift barrier for the duration of this fight. Even though she knew she would be unable to finish off the beast-like spirit, the fiery Agent was sure that if she could only weaken it she would have time to call for a substitute S.S.
It had taken only minutes for Ahzrael to realize that even a weakened demon was far slinkier than herself. If she reached for her pager, the demon would dart in from the other side. If she dodged an attack, it would open up a direct path to the shrieking soul. Panting out curses directed towards the three worlds, the scythe-wielding girl made the decision to abandon the soul in favor of her communication bell. Although it meant that the demon would have an opportunity to get at what she had been guarding and strengthen itself, it also meant that she could summon up someone with the ability to capture the souls. So following one last slice at her enemy, Ahzrael lunged towards where she had dropped her communicator. Clutching the bell in both hands and forcing her eyes shut, she hurriedly began the chant once more.
Pet Treasure
Blue Bells
Jingle Bell Earrings
Guidebook for the Newly Dead
Tehb Rites and Rituals
Restless Specter Urn
The Skeleton Vase
Empty Hourglass
Common Harvester Raincloak
Scythe
Jingly Bell Earrings
Female Clothing Patterns
Haunted Pomegranate Juice
Haunted Cherry Juice
Haunted Orange Juice
Haunted Lemon-Lime Juice