THE PLAYER NAME: Crystal CHARACTERS PLAYED @ COLLIGO: Jo Harvelle, Dawn Summers, Faith Lehane, Phillipa Cobb
THE CHARACTER FULL NAME: Azazel aka Yellow Eyes aka Yellow-Eyed Demon SERIES/FANDOM: Supernatural AGE: 2000, give or take a couple centuries GENDER: Genderless, but primarily appears in male forms SPECIES: PureDemon SEXUALITY: Maybe, ha. ALIGNMENT: Hell, of course
PERSONALITY: Malicious, chaos-making, enjoys games, excels at getting people to bare their souls, intelligent, adaptable, patient
ABILITIES: Is impervious to Holy Water. Possesses human hosts, but can exist in a disembodied form also, and has the ability to possess a Reaper. Can create and manipulate fire. Is telekinetic, and has pinned humans to the walls and the ground using this power. Can enter a human's subconscious. Displays superhuman-strength. Has the authority to make deals. Impervious to salt barriers. Too strong for Sam's abilities, or exorcisms, to work.
WEAKNESSES: Vulnerable to the Colt.
CANON POINT: Post 2x22
WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH/FOR THIS CHARACTER? I DON'T KNOW YET....Jessy made me do it.
THIRD-PERSON RPG SAMPLE: Following his escort from the Library, Azazel stood for a moment and studied his surroundings. While he hadn't necessarily expected this sort of reprieve, it didn't disappoint. He closed his eyes and breathed in the air for a long moment - but not to actually breathe in the air, because the air didn't taste of fear or madness or any of those deliciously common human traits - but to get a sense for the place. Mentally, he stretched out his thoughts, then pulled back suddenly, eyes opening and widening.
Celestials. Angels. That was certainly unexpected. Of course, there was the scattered demon here and there, one of which he had no doubt he knew, but it was the angels that wor-no, they didn't worry him. Not quite. They intrigued him. Their presence presented an intriguing notion, a chance to...get to know the rest of his Father's family, if you will. That is, if he could avoid them long enough to prevent them from returning him to hell on sight. He would really have to check around in his memories for a bit of anti-Enochian.
Another scent caught his nose, and this time he did breathe deep on purpose, then smiled slowly. The smile grew until he began to chuckle, then laugh. Sammy Winchester. Oh yes, it was good to be alive again.