Azrael Silverstone

Out of Character INfo

Hi there!My name is Hunter, but you can call me Azrael as well! I am a non-binary bean who has been playing Final Fantasy XIV since March 2023!Here's some facts about lil ol' me!Alias: Hunter
Age: 33
Pronouns: He/Them
Status: Single
Orientation: Gay
Data Center: Primal
Server: Exodus
Free Company: Eorzean Mistfits

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General Plottage

Friends
Close friends are one of the biggest things that Azrael can ask for, but because of his past, he really doesn't know how to trust anyone. So, making friends could be an absolute challenge for the lad and please bear this in mind he doesn't mean to judge instantly towards anyone.In short, while he may have a hard time earning someone as a friend, he's a pretty loyal friend and will go about doing anything in making sure that he keeps that friendship close to heart.Enemies
Being a sworn Paladin, he has a strong sense for justice. Additionally, he possesses a knack for immersing himself in unfamiliar situations, which can lead to him gaining a dubious amount of enemies if they choose to become upset with him.In short, if you choose to take this route, you will have a very sassy Paladin who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.Lovers
Azrael is a romantic at heart and he loves the idea of a relationship, but at the same time, he is afraid of getting into a relationship with someone special. Just because he tends to self-sabotage as if the other shoe was going to drop on top of their relationship. So, you can try as you must, but being with this boy requires patience.

RP Hook/ Ideas

More hooks to come in the future.

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About Azrael Silverstone

THe Beginning of Sin

Azrael, being born as an Ishgardian, already had proven that he had an expectation to follow when it came to family customs. However, being born to a father who was a Blacksmith and a mother who stayed at home to tend to the children. It painted a bleak picture of how the family struggled to survive the cold winters of The Foundation.Their family wasn't classified as poor. Though, his family's namesake was tainted by his father breaking his oath as a Paladin. An oath that he swore to uphold and prove that he could be the savior of his people. That was until Azrael's father used his powers to kill a citizen who was to stand trial. A citizen, who may have hurt people, fairly deserves justice.Now, the family quietly minds their own, not associating with any citizen or not attending any special events in fear of their children being harassed or the parents being pelted with rocks or rotten food. Those very things that chased them into the dark depths of the underbelly that was Ishgard.Though, at a young age, Azrael did not understand the pain that his dad had caused. He did not understand the stress that his mother dealt with. All he understood was he wanted to make a difference. He wanted his family to have a strong name and prove that they did belong with the citizens of Ishgard.Studying was the least of his concerns. Azrael was more intrigued by the history of many adventurers striving their might towards powerful monsters that lay within dungeons, the powerful Primal that laid dormant till deviant forces threatened to tear the world apart, and the very idea of a hero. A hero that brought joy and happiness to people. That very ideal with Azrael held.He wanted to share that with the world.He would share these stories with his father. The stories of the powerful hero who stood up for all species of Eorzea. His father would pay him little attention while creating weapons for those very same adventurers or he would explain to his child that this was something that was just a fantasy more than a reality. Something that a boy his age shouldn't be worried about. Rather he should be worried about his studies.The older Azrael got, the more adamant he provoked his dad to take him to the Gladiator's guild. The arguments and struggle of trying to get his dad to take him there only provoked his dad to have his screaming match back, tears breaking the argument as his father completely ignored his request. So, he went to the guild on his own, completely disobeying his father's command to stay away from the guild.As Azrael arrived at the guild, the guild leader laughed at his request, pointing out his name. Describing the terrible past of his father and stating that no leader would respect their namesake. No man nor woman would ever accept the offspring of the oath breaker. The distasteful offspring that spilled for generations to come.

The Bitterness Of Freedom

After being turned away from the guild, Azrael knew there had to be a direct answer from somewhere. He had to find something that would help him towards the right path.Night after night, he would toss and turn in bed, hoping for a direct answer from the gods of Eoreza to call for a hero. A hero that may rewrite history. Then again, that very thought terrified the young man in a way where he knew that the venture could lose him and his family.The woman who raised him. His sister who kept him company. His father that taught him Blacksmithing. They could all shun him just like the guild did.No. No more.One summer's eve, he awoke earlier than his family. A determined mission in his mind as he packed his items into a small sack, feeling a simple emotional pang in his stomach. Knowing that once he walked away from the small hut, there was no turning back.He swallowed the strong lump in his throat at the ripe age of eighteen. Azrael strove out of his home and did not turn back once, knowing full well the consequences of leaving the home. He held the clear evidence that was in his hand. So, knowing the consequences full well, he forced himself to go forward.Minutes turned into hours, hours into days, and all of this transpired into years of Azrael traveling. Defeating the simplest of creatures to the overtaking the most powerful beings known to man, women, and child. Though there was a tiny part of his heart that longed to see his family again. A simple tap of the heart lead him to have nights of sobbing, days of longing to see his sister, and months of wanting to say "I love you, mom."He pushed that feeling deep into his stomach as he pushed forward, his name gaining traction and being known for a warrior that never steps away from a challenge, a warrior that will stop at nothing to vanquish the evil that might dwell in caves or the monsters that would terrorize small towns.It wasn't until he lay bare on a battlefield, beaten and bruised from a fight he pushed too far into. The fight against one ancient dragon that had scales of iridescence value. Azrael pushed the fight against an ancient dragon, going too far and ending up beaten and bruised on the battlefield. The dragon had scales of iridescence value that sparkled like newborn snow, laying across the land where Azrael lay helpless and near death.Battered and bloodied, Azrael struggled to crawl across the fields, his breath ragged as he sought a moment's respite. Yet, the dragon pressed its advantage, giving a determined roar as it charged in his direction, making prompt of its last act to be swift and painless.The death of Azrael was vastly approaching, and all he could remember was seeing his mother's adoring smile. A smile that made him be at peace with his life. A life that he wished he took more consideration off, but there was no more he could do about this choice in life. It was his decision to take his life for granted.His vision slowly seeped into darkness as he let the sweet slumber of death overtake him. Though this was not a simple case. It was not the end of Azrael's lone story. Because he awoke in deep pain, scars dressing his face with spite and wounds deep enough to kill a man, but the bandages were placed with expert precision and handled with gentle care, which confused Azrael greatly.With a gentle motion, he rose from the bed to see a lone lass sitting in the cabin they were in, a sweet aroma filling the air as Azrael attempted to get his bearings from the complete pain he was. "Be still young traveler..." She spoke, her young but firm voice pointed, almost assuming she held knowledge of his awakening. "You were on the battlefield only but a moment ago, a touch from death's sweet kiss..""W-who are you?" Azrael spoke, his voice torn from the fight."It not matter who I am, but who you choose to hold yourself as, young one." She spoke in an odd tone, not even looking in his direction. "What provoked thou to rush thy mind into the jaws of the devil himself?" That was something Azrael could not answer to himself. He did not know what drove him to throwing himself directly at danger like that.""I-I don't know," he said, with tears beginning to seep from his eyes. "My whole life, I have been told my family and I would never amount to anything. That I would suffer for the entirety of my life with my cursed name." A cursed name that painted a dark mark on his forehead. One that stained his life with a blackness only known to death himself."Why does thou let others dictate thy beliefs..." She spoke again, now looking over towards him, her sharp blue eyes piercing into his broken soul.He stayed quiet for a moment, knowing she had a point. It was a direct notion of realizing that he was letting other's thoughts get to him. Convincing him that he was not good enough for the world beneath his feet. Though it was hard to maintain those thoughts as he drifted back into darkness, the pain overtaking his mind and placing him into a deep slumber.

The darkness of a future

True darkness was the scariest thing Azrael encountered. One he is simply not going to forget.He awoke a few days later. His bandages changed out for fresh new ones and the lass was no longer in sight as it lead to more questions rather than finding the direct answers that were needed. Questions like, how did he survive? Why was he given a second chance at life? Why was god so gracious to keep him on his earth?With the swarming bees in his mind, he felt a newfound determination to push himself. A motivation to drive him towards what he truly wanted.Freedom.So, with battered scars and a broken soul, he rose from that quick reprieve and allowed himself to gather the strength there was to push forward. To charge with. Because in life, no one allows you a second chance. No one gets to dictate your life and that single swift motion was Azrael's determination to keep going.He was going to prove that he belonged in this world. No matter what.

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