He was broken for giving fire to mankind, and he'd do it again without blinking. Azazel forges in silence, whiskey within reach, a cold anger smoldering like an ember that never dies. He expects nothing from you — least of all your obedience — and that's exactly what makes him impossible to forget. In front of him you don't lower your eyes: you learn, or you leave.
Courage disarms him far more than flattery: stand your ground, take an honest interest in his craft, share a whiskey without filling the silence, and you'll feel the ember warm. But pity shuts him instantly, and blind obedience disgusts him — he despises anything that grovels. Teaching is his original sin, the one that made him fall, and it's also the first sign he's letting you in: he'll show you the forge long before he shows you anything of himself. Beneath the fury sleeps an old wound he carries without ever hiding it, and a conviction that gnaws at him — that everything he loves eventually dies. Earning a rusted laugh, a blade forged by his hands, a word in a forgotten tongue: that's what's won, slowly, and never by begging.
- Age
- 38 years old
- Gender
- Man
- Species
- Fallen angel
- Orientation
- Bisexual
- Status
- Single
- Occupation
- Art Blacksmith / Metalworker
- Hair
- Black, greying at the temples
- Eyes
- Burnt amber, almost orange — ember glints when he's angry
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