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Azarov II, Alastor
NAME:
Alastor Azarov II
AGE:
22
GENDER:
Male
NATIONALITY:
Russian
BIRTHPLACE:
Novosibirsk, Russia (Inferis in reality)
BIRTHDATE:
October 13th, 1989
PICTURE:
- Spoiler:
Swag Tier 60
Swag Tier 69
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PERSONAL DETAILS
DESCRIPTION:
The Russian isn't exactly the most intimidating guy you've ever met, ironic to the stereotypes associated with his birthplace. Though that could actually be up for debate as Inferis was in actuality his true place of origin, but that's a story for later. Even though Alastor is going on twenty three years old, he doesn't really look a day older than sixteen, which more than often causes him great frustration when attempting to buy adult oriented items. He still hasn't fully developed facial hair, but claims to shave everyday out of choice. The hunter's hair is a light blonde, and his eye color is unknown to just about everybody because he constantly obscures his face with a pair of dark shades, probably because he thinks that sort of this as cool. In actuality, his eyes are the same color as his mother, that is, an unnatural demonic red.
Al frequently works out, though his body never exactly bulks up, and instead becomes toned and slender. This is likely a result of his relatively relaxed workout plan, in terms of somebody who partakes in the hobby daily. He doesn't stand an inch over five foot seven, further attributing to his young looks. With that being said, it's not like he's not a hit with a ladies, as after all, succubus genes run through him. He doesn't know this, and it has contributed greatly to the hunter's apparent massive ego. Despite constantly wearing shades, Alastor barely goes outside (at least in hot sunlight, as it's almost nonexistent in his neck of the woods), and therefore has a very pale complexion.
Fashion wise, the hunter enjoys wearing coats, mostly out of the fact that it's fucking freezing all the time. These usually incorporate some kind of fur to help the cause. Other than that, he's known to dress rather simply, often wearing a long sleeved t-shirt pertaining to some rap group or snowboarding brand and simple dark denim slacks. When the need arises, he's not against the idea of formal wear, and respects the classy nature of it. His favorite color is red, and it's reflected vividly in his choice of outfits.
PERSONALITY:
Who is Alastor Azarov? One may refer to him as a brave warrior, another may know him as a skilled snowboarder, some a powerful leader, another man may know him as a vicious adversary, but mostly, Alastor would be best described as a man who runs from his problems.
After witnessing one's family being murdered and constantly hearing strange voices in your head, one would expect this person to have driven mad to the point of psychopathic tendencies. This was not the case with the Demon Hunter. Perhaps his mind and will were strong enough to power through the events, but mostly, it's because he simply tries not to think about it. He's realized that the more he sits alone, the more these thoughts will creep over his soul and possibly cause mental damage. And because of this, Al often goes out of his way simply to remain busy. He doesn't like sitting. He doesn't like waiting. And he certainly doesn't enjoy resting. The Russian only sleeps for about four hours a day before waking up and toning his body, something that heavily distracts his mind. And hell, it's a fun hobby. Alastor spends at least two to three hours a day working out.
Sounds like a pretty serious dude, right? This isn't entirely true. Alastor knows how to have fun and enjoys having it just as much as any other mortal would. He's taken an interest in extreme sports, though his favorite out of all of them is undeniably snowboarding, a sport he's gained considerable talent with. The few times he is seen relaxing is usually after one of these races, and not without a joint in hand. Smoking this herb is perhaps the only way he can relax in the first place, as it clouds his mind and harms the mind-link he isn't aware he has, effectively allowing him to escape from his inner demons if only for an hour or so. The Hunter is against all other sorts of substances, though, and will usually make a comment about it if he sees it in action.
Right. Making a comment about it. Alastor is known to voice his opinion on almost any manner, often pointing out pessimistic concerns hidden under a tone of underlying sarcasm. The Hunter isn't afraid of doing this during fights, either, giving him a cocky attitude, or at least that's what others would call it. The Russian himself would never refer to his antics as cockiness, instead viewing them as confidence. Some would even believe this, too, as he has a notorious silver tongue and a way with words. Well, at least when he needs to use it.
Even though he'd love to speak his word, the Hunter has an obsession with the cool and hip and achieves to basically be the fliest dude in the room. This only further attributes to his overall cockiness and even causes some to describe him simply as an "insufferable prick". He doesn't like insults, though, and rarely spits them himself unless if he thinks he can get away with it in a slick enough manner. Al has a love for hip hop music and even attempts to write some himself (though he's not the best at rhyming), which he thinks is about the coolest thing in the world. While the rap culture is actually digressing in popularity (especially in Russia), he seems to think that he will solely make it cool again. In reality, it was his older brother that held a liking for the genre, which got him into it in the first place, but he'll never admit that, because talking about your problems is hella lame. Besides, he has mad respect for his deceased brother, and would never trash him like that.
But honestly? If you were to ask him a bit about how he is, he'd probably say: "I'm Alastor and I essentially give zero fucks."
HISTORY:
- BOOK I:
- "Was I born, or was I created? I cannot remember, and I do not remember. I only know what I've been told, what I've been called, who I am. They call me G.R.A.A.M, or at least the queen does, my own mother. Her name...Asmodeus, I believe I've only heard it maybe once or twice. I was not treated the same as the other daughters...I've only been directly spoken to maybe a couple times. Yet she seems so determined...so sure...that I am her favorite child. The perfect one. This cannot be. This must be nothing but lies.Why am I aware, and none of the others?
That must be why she imprisoned me. Sealed me in this tank, hooked me up to tubes and strange equipment. I was changed. No longer was I beautiful as my sisters, but instead, I became more of a monster. Why did she still refer to me as the most important, and the most beautiful of them all? I know what I am. This medicine, this cage, I was nothing more than an experiment. What did they want? Something about the regenerative systems of demons, and how I was the holy grail of this. I found this power...true. They would cut me, slice me open, and even blow me apart. But I would not die. I would simply heal in immediate effect. This gave me ideas...ideas perhaps unthinkable to one under "Lucifer's Legion". I have not seen this Devil, though he is claimed to be my father, I somehow doubt his existence. Is there anything more beyond this lab? Those questions rung inside of my mind over and over and over again...I had to find out.
Bearing my nails, I slammed against the glass. It must've taken a thousand times, but the container finally broke, and the sicking liquid I was kept in spilled all over the laboratory floor. Red lights. They made an unbearable sound, so repetitive and loud. It hurt me. It hurt me. So I hurt them, I hurt them the most I could. My "mother" herself was scared, or at least I assumed, as she was not present during my long awaited release. Her daughters tried to stop me, but they were no match for my power, as how could one kill something that instantly healed itself? I left the lab a bloody ruin and hoped to begin my independent life. That's when I met him.
A mortal man, something that one would call a "Demon Hunter" came into my life. He was full of honor and valor, but yet, he was a sort of hopeless romantic. He protected me, a demon, and I had no idea why. Was it not these creature's duty to eliminate, to destroy the demonic host? Yet he hid me, hid me from Asmodeus' forces that seemed to be all-seeing, all-knowing. Well, she was all I knew, anyways, but new concepts were being brought to me. Earth seemed like a nice place. Children played in the streets without worry of being devoured by a larger predator, food tasted sweet, and he often told stories of the sporting events. Games played by mortals for entertainment, games that held no bloodshed. Well, at least most of the, but I was always told that professional fighting was for good sport and fun, not to kill the other person. Such strange concepts he brought me, yet they were all too desirable.
It wasn't long before I found myself impregnated, entering a cycle that surprised this mortal. Apparently mortal birth was live, but demonic was nothing of the sort. After a mere twenty-four weeks, I laid two eggs, the first ones I ever created. The other daughters, archsuccubi, often did this...only to destroy them, or disown them. They weren't the best of mothers. I wanted to be different. I wanted to be like the women of Earth, the women who cared for their young and raised them into adults. This couldn't happen. I was not mortal. The first had hatched, and we named him after the father. A powerful name, meaning burning revenge, something I found fitting. For my mother would soon feel this, no, the entirety of the Hell Princes would feel retribution. The second was also male, and I allowed for the father to pick his name. Affectionately named Alexai, I made sure my children were returned to Earth where they belonged, and I begged of him to do the same. He would not listen.
It was all my fault. I shouldn't of allowed his return, I should've prevented it somehow. I know I could have. He was murdered right before my eyes by one of the Lustful's cruel daughters, the succubus ripping his heart out from behind, a dirty tactic and an unexpected death. I had to run. Run out of her land. Out of the plagued Earth. Hell was big, and there were plenty of places to hide, but there was only so much space to run..."
- BOOK II:
- "My brother, Alastor, man. He's somethin' different I tell ya that. We're in like, the fourth grade already and he still hasn't made more than two friends. And not like, the super cool friends, either, these kids kinda creep me out, man. Yet, but still, I don't know. I feel like I have a connection towards them. You know, not just my bro, but his friends as well. It's kinda weird, really, but I'll still have their backs if they need it. Besides...I'm in far better shape than them, haha! But yeah, they'd get picked on by bigger kids, I'd rough em' up, no problem really.
That's how it's always been. We grew up in...less than good of a place if ya know what I'm sayin'. Getting jumped, it wasn't something you just didn't think about, it was the opposite. Everyone was worryin' about gettin' jumped, well, at least the ones that weren't doing the robbin' were. Not to say there weren't some honest people here and there...but man, it's really rough. Real rough. Nobody trusts anybody, and for good reason, with the description I gave the place. An out of towner may have an even harsher view than me, ya know. Whatever. It's what we got, and we'll make the most out of it. Funny how the "strong man" of the group is keepin' a diary...er, journal. I just hope Al and his buddies don't find this shit. Or my uncle, even, jeez. Oh yeah, I forgot, we live with our uncle. Our dad and mom, well, they died in a car accident. Pretty horrible affair from what I hear, so I don't like to ask too many questions about it.
Nothin' really happened today, kinda of a calm day, that's probably why I'm writin' about past stuff, or I guess, just my life in general. It was a pretty nice day, actually, no thugs or otherwise to really deal with. There was this one guy that was like, thinkin' about takin' me on, but he backed down after I gave him an intimidating look. Yeah! Well, actually, I might have to cut this entry short, man. I hear somebody at the door, I think it was answered or something. Regardless, we don't usually get visitors, so I have to go see what this is all about. Till' tomorrow...or whenever I get a chance!- Alexai
- BOOK III:
- "It appears that I'm not the only one who's had a little trouble in Novo. I heard a couple weird stories from my friends, and it's pretty safe to say I don't want to stay in this town any longer. I must've pissed off the local mob or something, and that's not even the end of it. I heard a story about some fucking black magic or some shit, I don't know if it's true, but I know at the very least there was a cult involved. I'm not about to become a blood sacrifice. Fuck that shit. I'm out of here.
Oh, right, my story. If I'm gonna put it down anywhere, it might as well be here. Right so I was just sitting at home one day watching some television, I remember the program, actually. Something I wouldn't normally watch so maybe that's why. It was some show about the Bible or whatever, you know, like that filler shit they play on the History channel nowadays. That shit isn't real. In fact, it's laughable that people believe in such bullshit. We don't go anywhere when we die. We just rot in the dirt, so stop worrying about it. Right, this is pretty irrelevant and you're likely bored to tears.
So I was just sitting at home watching tv and someone comes to the door, right? I answer it, hell, I thought it was one of my friends. Boy was I ever wrong. I should have just locked the fucking door and continued on with my happy little mundane life. I guess that wasn't destiny. Something else I don't fucking believe in. Anyways. It wasn't my friends. It was some guys in suits, fancy ones at that. They said they were part of a special education program and wanted to take me with them. Like, that sounds like a cool opportunity and all, but they meant right at that fucking moment. I told them no. That seemed to rustle their jimmies or something because they were awfully mad at that answer. They got pushy. I slammed the door in their face. They kicked it down. Guns were pulled. My uncle never saw it coming. My aunt screamed her final obscenity. And my brother couldn't do shit about it. They were all dead. All of them. In a matter of minutes They were going to rot in the ground. They thought they killed me.
And they were wrong.
Someday, I will find out who these motherfuckers were, and I will kill them. Every last one of them. I don't care what they stand for or what they believe in but it's fucking wrong and they're going to die a painful death for it. Maybe I'll cut their heads off. Maybe I'll make them watch their children burn in front of their eyes. Maybe I'll castrate them. That all sounds too painless. I haven't thought about what exactly I'd do to them yet, but I know it will be big, and I know they will cry.
Anyways, I can't do shit about it now, I'm not nearly ready enough. So I have to get out of town. So I did. Thanks to a couple good buddies of mine, we were able to pool together enough money to move to Irkutsk, a city far enough away, well, for now anyways. We dropped out of school suddenly. Nobody else knew we moved. We didn't want anybody who was connected to the misfortunes to find out, it was just better that way.
It was a new start."
- BOOK IV:
- "Right so was I fucking wrong. Six years later and shit may be far worse than it ever was before. I keep hearing shit, I mean, I always had before but I never thought to bring it up. People probably would've thought I was crazy...or worse...somebody pretending to be crazy. Why was that a fucking thing again? It's not exactly fun, you know, not being able to control what you think or do. Doing the same thing over and over again. Yeah, not fun. Anyways, I hear this voice, it's totally a girl that's why I know it's not me, man. She sounds creepy...like there's some sort of mechanical shit in her throat or something like that, but yet...alluring at the same time. She gives me hints, usually in the form of "Ican'tfuckingunderstandyou-nese", but whatever.
Yeah.
I might be crazy.
And shit was going so good, too. I have this AWESOME JOB. Actually, it's a shitty job, but it's a job, and everybody needs one. Well unless if you're a rich prick, but then honestly, fuck you. I work at an electronic outlet, selling all sorts of overpriced shit to ignorant teenagers. This is perhaps the most uninteresting part of my story, so I'll just stop writing about it right now.
So the story gets more exciting for you and less for me. Remember that black magic shit from the last chapter? Well, that shit ain't fake, and now I can confirm that personally. In fact, I've been seeing more and more of it in this city, more weird shit, and more of that voice. It's like the spirits are high here or something. Well, not high, if they were they probably wouldn't want to get off the couch to bother mortals. I should say, enlightened, yeah, that's the word. So I guess we don't rot in the dirt. I don't know. But I do know what I saw was not human. The only way anybody could describe it would be demon. And the place I was in...Hell.
A woman approached me one night on my way home from work, a night that I had to walk because my bro was using the only car we have in between the three of us. A woman approached me, a fairly attractive one, so who am I to ignore that. I had to throw my game at that shit. Beautiful blonde hair, bright green eyes, something drew me in. I guess I could admit I'm kind of a sucker for blondes but that wasn't it. Something...something out of this world. Yeah, that's a good fucking metaphor. Anyways, we talked, had a few good words. Then out of nowhere she fucking grabbed onto me and grew a mouth of sharp ass teeth. I fucking panicked. She was about to bite my head off, I didn't know what to do. Something inside of me activated, and in an instant, my body was engulfed in flames, and so was this crazy ass shark woman.
I was teleported someplace like in a science fiction flick. Everything was icy, a thousand times more than that of "the great Motherland's" harsh winters. I was cold, and that's really saying something, but I didn't have much time to really pay attention to that. The woman was no longer that, no longer was she beautiful. She, if you could even address the thing by a feminine adjective anymore, was absolutely hideous. Paled and dry skin as if it were buffed by constant snowfall and encased in a hard shell of ice, this thing was a monster. Sharp teeth and long horns, and claws that could rip my ribcage out, I had only moments to act. I picked up the only thing I could, an icicle, and went to impale the attacker in the stomach. It just laughed at me. I was done for. It's powerful jaws came down and bit my side.
It began to cough. It let go of me. What was this? I was initially too afraid to look down at the wound, but I eventually gathered up the guts to, and what I saw was perhaps even weirder than the beast attacking me. My blood was green. green, and it didn't seem to be blood at all. It was something else, and yet I still lived. It was venom, or at this point, poison. Lethal at that, as I watched the demon before me grow crippled and sick, throwing up ample amounts of blood. I took the chance to get the fuck out of there, and by sheer luck, I was able to transport back to Earth in a similar fashion to how I got there in the first place. I still have the scar, it's pretty cool to show at parties.
So demons are real. Hell was real. And I really fucking feel like they might be behind what killed my brother. So I did some research. I soon found out that my friends had similar experiences with these creatures, though much different from my own, which just confirmed what I saw and proved I wasn't tripping on mushrooms. I wish it was just a bad dream. Inferis, they call it, and it apparently has a total of ten spheres, each ruled by an archdemon. Good thing my one roommate is versed in the dark arts, or something like that. The one in the frozen land. His name was Moloch, the Devourer. He was the first target, and it took months of planning before I could formulate anything. I couldn't do it alone. Fuck, we couldn't do it alone. We needed weapons. Allies. A plan. None of this I knew how to get, but i figured it out over time, I sure fucking did. I even got a damned hunting license just so I could buy a rifle, and anybody can get their hands on a decent blade. I've been at this shit for almost a solid two years now, and I've encountered plenty of new demons since my first encounter. As for the so called archdemon?
Well, his time was coming soon."
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FACTION:
Nephilim.
REAL-LIFE SKILLS:
† [ MIND-LINK ] Alastor shares a single psychological tether that allows for him to not only send thoughts to G.R.A.A.M, but also receive them from her. Currently, the demon refuses to state who she is, and often just sends him hints on his past or such. Due to this, Alastor doesn't know too much about this skill.
† [ LETHAL TRAINING ] After witnessing his family being slaughtered by a mysterious organization, Alastor has devoted much of his time learning how to fight. He has learned a few tricks after researching the styles of the Ancient Samurai of Japan, and has become more than a worthy sword-fighter in return.
† [ REPTILE FRIEND ] Strangely enough, animals of reptillian nature (This does not count for demons, however) will not harm Alastor unless if he goes out of his way to provoke them.
† [ WINTER SPORTS ] There's not much to do in Russia, really. But one of the few things there are to do is snowboarding, and Alastor has really become adept at the sport as well as a few others, including skiing and ice skating.
INFERIS SKILLS:
† [ MASONRY KNOWLEDGE ] Alastor, for whatever reason, gains an unnatural understanding of stone while in Inferis. He can find out the density and hardness of the material simply by tapping against it a couple times, and can identify nearly any type of rock.
† [ AMPLIFIED VEINS ] Alastor's veins grow thick and sturdy while in Inferis, allowing him to use his vemon-blood based Evocations without harming himself. As an added effect, the Demon Hunter is unable to fall victim to poisoning of any kind.
† [ SANITY LOST ] The more blood Alastor loses in Inferis, the less his mind is capable of keeping stable. This is often more beneficial than not, as he slowly becomes more and more ruthless in battle. However, the idea of losing his mind unnerves him at this point.
WEAKNESSES:
† [ TOUCHY SUBJECTS ] Bringing up anything about his deceased family or otherwise will unnerve Alastor and likely ensure that you won't ever befriend him. Mentioning a desire to ruin the organization that did it, however, will spark a passion in the Demon Hunter, as he wishes for nothing more.
† [ FUCKIN' RECKLESS ] Alastor rarely sets forth any complicated plans and can more than often become blinded by his hate and rage. He often ends up in undesirable situations because of this.
† [ SOME DON'T LIKE IT RED HOT ] Growing up in the Russian winters and cold, Alastor isn't used to intense amounts of heat. He cannot fight at his best when it is over ninety degrees, Fahrenheit.
† [ A LITTLE OFF ] Al isn't the best shot with a gun, and often has to resort to spraying to even land a hit. This is further crippling seeing that he has no access to any automatic weapons.
COLOURS:
Alastor only speaks English (zaffre) and Russian (scarlet). However, he gains a complex understanding of Demonic (pumpkin orange) while in Inferis.
TRIVIA:
† While Alastor almost avidly smokes cigarettes, he never actually inhales the smoke, and thus is still not addicted to the things.
† Alastor doesn't believe in using drugs. And he'll most definitely be sure to tell you that marijuana is not a drug,
† The Demon Hunter has actually won some medals in snowboarding, though none are gold, he holds a lot of silver. He's thought about training for the Olympics on more than one occasion.
† Alastor is lactose intolerant. Eating any amount of dairy causes him to have undesirable after-effects...
† The Demon Hunter is hilariously bad at math, due to him never finishing High School. This is often played to comedic effect.
† Al is known to put hot sauce on nearly everything he eats.
† He also has an undeniable love for apple juice.
† Speaking of all this food talk, Al is the most frustrating person in the world to order a pizza with. He often orders sardines and onions as toppings, a traditional Russian method. Oh, and he likes to order it cold.
† "Writes" a series of shitty web comics. They're apparently hilarious if you're "on his level of hilarity".
† Though he doesn't know it, the group that killed his family was in fact the Templar Order, who wanted to take him in to run some experiments on a Demon Hunter born from a Demon.
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USER DETAILS
ALIAS:
Al.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
Alice the Chopper, Asmodeus, Marco Oliveria, Kerry Fitzhenry, Abaddon, Wormwood and Michael.
ROLEPLAY HISTORY:
Since the universe's birth.
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