Cazrae Nightblaze

Cazrae's character page

Character's Name:
Cazrae Nightblaze

Nicknames:
Cazzy, Cazzy-kins (if you call him this, you're dead)

Age:
10,000

Gender:
Male

Species:
Terror Demon/Faith Angel Hybrid

Abilities:
Like all demons, Cazrae has the innate ability to shapeshift, and he chooses to take the form of a massive wolf. He's also surrounded by an aura that unnerves and inspires fear in others (though some say his personality alone does that just fine).

He holds the distinct ability to wield shadows. Cazrae is not nearly as skilled in using this ability for offense as one might think. Cazrae has found that channeling his shadows for use in combat is more taxing than it's worth, so he instead opts to blend in with the shadows to conceal himself, rather than focus them on attack. He, quite literally, dissipates into the shadows, his form completely dissolving and vanishing. While he can use these abilities for attack, he prefers not to, and would rather save his energy. Cazrae instead specializes in fire. Cazrae holds near perfect fire manipulation, and can even create fire with a simple glance.

Fire is his primary element, and his go-to method of attack. If he can't incinerate it, Cazrae will just hack and slash. He's good with a sword, and prefers dual blades.

Cazrae holds enhanced strength and senses. While not the fastest, he is incredibly powerful with relatively good defense. However, Cazrae's resistance is not the best, and magic can easily penetrate his armor. Another ability he holds is the ability to share a deep, intense connection with his twin sister. Since they share souls they are drawn to each other, and should they get separated they will always be able to find each other. The two also share a minor telekinetic bond, allowing them to share thoughts, feelings, and physical condition.

Appearance:
As a demon, everything about Cazrae is masculine. He fits the stereotype incredibly well. He stands at a great height of 6'3", and weighs an impressive 190 pounds. He is very well built, with broad shoulders, a square jaw, and washboard abs. It goes without saying that Cazrae is a fitness freak. He eats like a teenage boy, inhaling junk food, but he burns calories at such a fast rate that he builds his body with relative ease. The man is, as many would say, ripped. He prides himself on his physique, and if he could, he would walk around half naked.

He has a fine, albeit unusual, complexion, with his deep grey, almost black, skin covering his body. His face, like his jaw, is square, with his eyes set under arched brows. His eyes are unusual, even by unusual standard. His eyes are like a wolf's in shape, and the white of his eyes are pitch black, leaving the bright gold of his irises to stand out in stark comparison, and under his eyes are five white dots framing the bottom lid. His gaze is intense, and often unnerves people. Perhaps just as unnerving are his sharper than average teeth. Cazrae's hair is just as wild an unruly as he is. Black in color it runs wild, often hanging in his face. It tends to be a little shorter on the sides, almost like a faux-moehawk, though more often than not he's too lazy to style it and just lets it run wild.

Cazrae wears simple pants and a few layers of shirts, mostly sleeveless. Over his left shoulder, he wears a thick wine-colored cape.

As a wolf, Cazrae takes on a massive form. He's massive, and pitch black in color, with a slender anubis-like muzzle and anatomy similar to a hyena. A long mane runs down his neck, starting at the crown of his head. His ears are long and notched, yet still stand straight. His eyes are the same as in his human form, though now they seem more at place on his face. Cazrae moves like manifested darkness, his pelt reflecting almost no light. He's a mass of fang, muscle, and fur, and a fearsome sight. Like his sister, Cazrae's eyes are rimmed with gold, and he has two golden bands around his neck. From these bands, two lines run down his front legs all the way down to his wrists, which bear bracelets in the shape of serpents.



Personality:
Cazrae is, to sum it up, a son of a bitch. He's a nasty bastard, and one you don't want to tangle with. Unless you happen to be of the female persuasion. He is, above all else, sadistic. And he doesn't really hide it, either. Unless he has to. He's an excellent actor, and most capable at hiding his true nature. You see, Cazrae gets a big thrill out of the pain and suffering of others. And if he's the one causing it, well, all the better. He loves it when people squirm, and quite frankly, it's a turn on. This is why he bites. He loves the power, and the feeling of his prey squirming and gasping beneath him. He's not beyond more forms of physical violence, either. So long as he gets what he wants.

And what Cazrae wants, Cazrae gets. And usually what Cazrae wants, Cazrae likes.

And what he likes is sex. He loves a good roll in the hay. He loves women. Everything about them. Their form, their curves, their hair...he's a fan of a nice pair of breasts, too. And he loves a woman who puts up a fight. Spunky women, and in a few cases, men, are a real turn on, much like the whines of his prey. In fact, it's not difficult to tell when Cazrae has been deprived of sex. He gets ornery, angsty, and even more unpleasant than usual. And he'll not stop until he sleeps with someone. His lacking morals will not stop him from having several lovers at once, either. Though he will hide any affairs he might have.

Cazrae, in order to get what he wants, will use his linguistic skills to his advantage. While not as cold and calculating as some, Cazrae still has a knack for observing people and locating their vulnerability. And when he knows someone's weaknesses, he'll pounce. Ruthless, he will dig and dig at people. And dig. And dig. Until there's nothing left but insecurity and despair. And of course he revels in that, too. If anything, he enjoys drawing out the hunt, if only to prolong the torment of his prey. He is dark and cynical, and enjoys every minute of it. Cazrae is not a thinker. He is a doer. The man would much rather have people think for him.

Never one to play second banana, Cazrae likes to be the dominant party. He craves power, and yearns to sit atop a throne like a king. Cazrae likes to rule. He likes being in control. He likes getting what he wants. He wants it all. Of course he's greedy and conceited, that comes with the territory. However, Cazrae doesn't have an issue playing second. No, even if he's playing second in command, Cazrae still knows how to manipulate and get what he wants. Even so, he is still in command of others.

Cazrae may be a manipulative, conceited, cynical asshole, but he is not a liar. No, Cazrae doesn't lie. He only tells certain parts of the truth, so no one can claim that he's a liar. For a man with little to no morals, he's surprisingly honest, and that's something he's quick to point out. Calling Cazrae a liar is like insulting his mother. Cazrae is notoriously hard to surprise, and he often seems well prepared for just about anything. However, he often tends to forget things. If not terribly important, things will just slip his mind. And without motivation, Cazrae is unlikely to do something unless asked by someone incredibly important to him. The man is not without the quirk of patience, which is highly unlike the rest of his personality. In addition to this, Cazrae is fiercely protective of the people he loves, namely his younger sister. Even if Zacrae could kick his ass.

History:
Cazrae and Zacrae were born in tumultuous times for both angels and demons. Resulting from a forbidden love, the two children were born in secret, and ushered away to their respective nations. Raised apart, the two felt incomplete until they happened to meet on a scouting mission. Realizing they were siblings, connected by their shared soul, the two began meeting up in secret. They developed a deep bond in war times, where they protected each other from fatal attacks. Their bond is still deep, even though they can't always see each other.