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Name:Azrael
Age: 4,102
Weapons: War's apocalyptic sword (The horseman).
Time:202 years after the apocalypse.(2046)
Appearence: Predator 2 with a black robe wrapped around him it's torn at the edge's.
His helmet is scars with tribal markings all over but its hard to make out the markings from the weathering on his helmet.
Azrael knows the only humans left on the planet are half angels. He hunts only the Daemons of chaos and the corrupt.
Azrael leaped of the ruins of a building to only just catch the piping on the next building. He climbed up with such little ethusiasm. At the top he lurked over with all his patience he stalkied a Daemon prince.
He could'nt risk attacking while he was being watched by the half angels. The red sky was coming to a dark musty brown.
Night. Azrael could'nt wait for this as the angels left he lept straight in front of the Daemon Prince.
He startled the Daemon and his royal guards he ran; Azrael roared as he was distracted by the royal guards.
He thrusted His sword towards the guard, dodging the enemy's pityful attempt with an axe.
Azrael impaled the guard to the wall. While turning around he realized another axe was coming right towards him. He dragged his arm up and blocked the blow with his gauntlet. Filled with anger he grabbed the pests head and ripped it off.
Laughing in his victory. He wandered where his real trophy was.
Suddenly he heard the screams of Daemons the hellguard was coming there wings were glowing in the night. He pulled his sword out of the daemon clenching it, he sprinted towards the hellguard.
Severely outnumbered and outsworded he laughed with joy as he knew he had a challenge.
Into the crowd he went....
To Be Continued......
I hope you like it, should i continue it?
Thanks Jack.
Age: 4,102
Weapons: War's apocalyptic sword (The horseman).
Time:202 years after the apocalypse.(2046)
Appearence: Predator 2 with a black robe wrapped around him it's torn at the edge's.
His helmet is scars with tribal markings all over but its hard to make out the markings from the weathering on his helmet.
Azrael knows the only humans left on the planet are half angels. He hunts only the Daemons of chaos and the corrupt.
Azrael leaped of the ruins of a building to only just catch the piping on the next building. He climbed up with such little ethusiasm. At the top he lurked over with all his patience he stalkied a Daemon prince.
He could'nt risk attacking while he was being watched by the half angels. The red sky was coming to a dark musty brown.
Night. Azrael could'nt wait for this as the angels left he lept straight in front of the Daemon Prince.
He startled the Daemon and his royal guards he ran; Azrael roared as he was distracted by the royal guards.
He thrusted His sword towards the guard, dodging the enemy's pityful attempt with an axe.
Azrael impaled the guard to the wall. While turning around he realized another axe was coming right towards him. He dragged his arm up and blocked the blow with his gauntlet. Filled with anger he grabbed the pests head and ripped it off.
Laughing in his victory. He wandered where his real trophy was.
Suddenly he heard the screams of Daemons the hellguard was coming there wings were glowing in the night. He pulled his sword out of the daemon clenching it, he sprinted towards the hellguard.
Severely outnumbered and outsworded he laughed with joy as he knew he had a challenge.
Into the crowd he went....
To Be Continued......
I hope you like it, should i continue it?
Thanks Jack.