Name:Azrael
Sex:Male
Generation:0
Type: Pure one

Abilities:Azrael is The Original Pure one with non-human Derived abilities. Not only does he posess physical abilities far surpassing normal humans, but he is in fact not all together human. He has the genetic setup to produce electrical bursts like an electric eel, though it is difficult and draining for him to produce much more than a painful shock. (In other words he can't zap someone from across the room, but he could say, keep some electrical equipment running significantly longer than a regular person, or repulse someone who actually managed to get close enough to grapple with him.) His reflexes are literally catlike, his senses all come from animal's giving him the ability to hear and see and smell outside of the human range. Unfortunately he also looks the part of being not altogether human.

Appearance: Azrael stands at around 6'5" high, his body is leanly muscled, without a hint of fat covering any part of his body. He has a decidedly feline cast to his features, and his eyes are a startlingly piercing Gold color. Most different of all though is the fact that his skin and hair are both bright vibrant green due to photosynthetic cells within his body that produce energy to help feed his huge metabolism.

Weapons:Azrael prefers close combat bladed weapons and energy based weapons when possible, he is deadly efficient with most almost all weapons though, given a choice he will fling himself bodily into combat and rip and tear his way through his opponents. He has several pieces of equipment designed specifically for him, so that they may either run off of, be supplemented by, or even enhance his natural ability to produce bioelectric shocks.

Specialities: Azreal is at his core a combat specialist. While like all Pure Ones he was designed to be ultimately versatile, he has always excelled most in the field of Combat and reigning death down upon his enemies.

Bio: Azreal was one of the original 7 Archangels, the first 7 Pure Ones. He served with distinction in almost every major campaign the Protocols waged until the weight of too many years and too much trauma finally began to take its toll upon his mind. The decision to put him into deep storage except for safe keeping. His past is muddled in his mind now, fractured and fragmented beyond easy use. Sometimes he becomes lost in old memories and other times he is completely confused by the passage of time while he is locked away in deep storage. While he is usually at his most stable in combat a strange animilistic rage has been known to come over him at times, causing him to throw all caution to the wind and endager himself, and worst of all his teamates.