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Description

NAME: Azriel

   GENDER: Male

   AGE: 13

   SPECIES: Zorua

   MOVESET:

Snarl

He yells as if it’s ranting about something.

Shadow ball

A shadowy blob is hurled at the foe.

Foul play

He turns the target’s power against it. The stronger the target’s Attack, the greater the damage.

incinerate

He summons an unrelenting force of fire from within.

   TEAM NAME: Hellhounds

   RANK: Bronze

   PERSONALITY:

He's always on high alert, loud sounds or quick movements can make his fur stand on end. This is very prominent as he prefers to remain distant when it       comes to relationships, even those who he's really close to. This irrational fear of the unknown and of everything around him also causes him to often             fear himself and his own abilities and his actions become unpredictable to even him.

    HISTORY:

Azriel was born into a cult-like faction and branded as a slave, his purpose was to fight and kill ther prisoners to punish them or to entertain the cult members. Azriel spent most of his time kept in a cage fighting others to the death, this caused him to have very vivid hallucinations of being watched along with moving shadows, Fighting in the arena or ones where the world distorts in crazy ways like a bad fever dream. Azriels only companionship was with a very large zoroark that stared at him from the cage across from him, it eyes cold and hollow but something in them glimmered like ther there was only a string left to hold it back from coming over to him . When that zoroark was not in its kage the halls echoed with the screams of agony, only nightmares can say what was beyond the room he was kept in, the lair only ever smelled of blood.

Azriel spent hes entire life in that hell, till one day Azriel in one of his crazes attacked one of the cult elites and his fate was sealed, put in the arena with the large zoroark with the command to kill him. There was no way he was going to survive, all he could do was curl up into a shaking ball and pray that it would be quick. The zoroark approached slowly and put their head against his body, head so large it was the size of his entire body, it slowly soothed his shaking. The cult members got furious at this and began attacking them for not obeying, the zoroark stood sheilding Azriel with it's large body. The zoroark went on a rampage before grabbing Azriel and fleeing the cult. It wasn't easy to get out, attacks flying everywhere ripping up the zoroark's body but none getting close to Azriel. They made it out, but only Azriel survived.

   EXTRA:

- Azriel is a pure blooded Dire Zorua which is a subspecies of Zorua/Zoroark that are twice the size of the normal variant.
- Mother and Father are unknown, both were pure blooded Dire.
- He has a bad case of PTSD causing him to always be on edge, bad hallucinations and fits of crazed madness.

Description

NAME: Azriel

   GENDER: Male

   AGE: 13

   SPECIES: Zorua

   MOVESET:

Snarl

He yells as if it’s ranting about something.

Shadow ball

A shadowy blob is hurled at the foe.

Foul play

He turns the target’s power against it. The stronger the target’s Attack, the greater the damage.

incinerate

He summons an unrelenting force of fire from within.

   TEAM NAME: Hellhounds

   RANK: Bronze

   PERSONALITY:

He's always on high alert, loud sounds or quick movements can make his fur stand on end. This is very prominent as he prefers to remain distant when it       comes to relationships, even those who he's really close to. This irrational fear of the unknown and of everything around him also causes him to often             fear himself and his own abilities and his actions become unpredictable to even him.

    HISTORY:

Azriel was born into a cult-like faction and branded as a slave, his purpose was to fight and kill ther prisoners to punish them or to entertain the cult members. Azriel spent most of his time kept in a cage fighting others to the death, this caused him to have very vivid hallucinations of being watched along with moving shadows, Fighting in the arena or ones where the world distorts in crazy ways like a bad fever dream. Azriels only companionship was with a very large zoroark that stared at him from the cage across from him, it eyes cold and hollow but something in them glimmered like ther there was only a string left to hold it back from coming over to him . When that zoroark was not in its kage the halls echoed with the screams of agony, only nightmares can say what was beyond the room he was kept in, the lair only ever smelled of blood.

Azriel spent hes entire life in that hell, till one day Azriel in one of his crazes attacked one of the cult elites and his fate was sealed, put in the arena with the large zoroark with the command to kill him. There was no way he was going to survive, all he could do was curl up into a shaking ball and pray that it would be quick. The zoroark approached slowly and put their head against his body, head so large it was the size of his entire body, it slowly soothed his shaking. The cult members got furious at this and began attacking them for not obeying, the zoroark stood sheilding Azriel with it's large body. The zoroark went on a rampage before grabbing Azriel and fleeing the cult. It wasn't easy to get out, attacks flying everywhere ripping up the zoroark's body but none getting close to Azriel. They made it out, but only Azriel survived.

   EXTRA:

- Azriel is a pure blooded Dire Zorua which is a subspecies of Zorua/Zoroark that are twice the size of the normal variant.
- Mother and Father are unknown, both were pure blooded Dire.
- He has a bad case of PTSD causing him to always be on edge, bad hallucinations and fits of crazed madness.