Raziel

Race: Manakete
Gender: Male
Age: ~2700
Birthday: August 28th

Class: Manakete
Level: 6
HP: 20
STR: 09
MAG: 00
SKL: 06
SPD: 10
DEF: 08
RES: 05
Weapon(s) Type and Rank(s): Dragonstone

Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Lavender
Height: 6" 7"
Weight: 215 lbs
Clothing: He wears loose fitting clothes taht allows him to navigate quickly through the woods and allow him to transform into a dragon with ease. He carries a dagger on his waist to use as a tool rather than a weapon. Raziel's vision is hazy in his right eye from a wound inflicted on him years ago and his body is scared from years of wear and tear.

Profession: Odd Jobs, Wanderer
Alliance: None
Hometown: None, Primarily in Hoshido
Likes: Children, Technological Advancement, People Watching
Dislikes: Slavers, Corrupted Officials
Personality: It takes quite a lot of coaxing in order to get him to give more than a simple 'hello.' Most times, he just comes off as rude, until people get to know him. He needs to gain trust before he can reveal who he really is. Raziel likes to go unnoticed most of the time, but he won't stand for injustices taking place in front of him. He will fight for somebody blindly if he thinks they're being taken advantage of. Raziel is very watchful and experienced. Deep down, Raziel is a fun loving guy. He would love to think that he's seen it all, but he loves to try new things. He's often fascinated with new technologies that come out and what the humans have to do in order to survive.

Biography: Raziel was born a long time ago, a far way away, in a tribe of Manakete. The tribe was nomadic and Raziel never had a chance to settle down for long. They would occasionally interact with outsiders to trade for their goods, but that was the most interaction Raz would get with people outside of his tribe. Manakete were strong and their strength was often sought after. There were tales of tribe members being captured and used as slaves, or mounts. The young Raziel was naieve, often looking down on humans, underestimating their abilities. Humans that needed tools and weapons to survive were no match for a manakete who could live and fight like a mighty dragon. He was wrong.

The small tribe was attacked by heavily armed humans. They found wyrmsbane and imbued it into their weapons. It allowed them to overtake the tribe and seal away their powers. Raziel and a few others had been taken. He lived for centuries in the hands of slavers, being passed through hands of masters and slavers for a fair amount of change. He'd often fight. There were times he wished they actually would kill him, but Raziel always survived. He'd lost a bit of himself but the will to fight always remained right until a group of mercenaries broke in to free one of the slaves, freeing Raziel from the wyrmsbane cuffs in the process.

Status: Single
Pet: None
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