it is my anger
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"The hollowness in my own eyes hauntes me"
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AZRAELMasculine † Hebrew † God is my help"LOVELACESurname † Old english † "Laweles" -
Basic info
◖BIRTHNAME◗
He was given the name: Azrael Lovelece. He use to joke about him being named after 'The canonical angel of death'
◖NICKNAME◗
Most of his home town used to call him 'the spare' but his friends calls him Az.
◖AGE◗
He is 25 years old
◖BIRTHPLACE◗
He was born in a small rich town, in the USA.
◖NATIONALITY◗
He is an American citizen.
◖RESIDENCE◗
He now lives in New York City, New York, US.◖OCCUPATION◗
He works in a tattoo parlor, but he wants to have his own some day.
◖BUILD◗
He has a well-built, toned physique.
◖HEIGHT◗
He stands at around 6 Feet.
◖EYES◗
He has intense light brown eyes
◖HAIR◗
He has dark brown almost black hair, which hangs just over his ears, usually styled in a casual disarray yet sometimes gelled for special occasions
◖COMPLEXION◗
He has a light complexion with olive undertones.
◖WEIGHT◗
Around 75 kg.
◖TATTOOS◗
He has used his body as his canavas. Filled with tattoos.
◖ZODIAC SIGN◗
He is a Pisces.
◖SEXUALITY◗
Azrael has tried his luck with men, but he is only attracted to woman.
◖RELATIONSHIP STATUS◗
Az is very much single.
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Show people why they should be afraid of someone made of nightmares.
Someone like me.
You never know how good ownership feels
until you're the one who is never allowed to have anything, the one who's always being taken from.
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Azrael Lovelace has always known his role in this world. He wasn’t raised with either kindness or joy, from the very moment Az was born, it was made utterly clear, that he was nothing but the spare. A backup, useless unless something happens to his perfect golden big brother. The Lovelace family is old money, owning almost everything in his hometown. His parents were almost like town royalty – high school sweethearts, prom queen and prom king – but their relationship has not always been perfect. People look up to them, but Az knows his father is a cheating bastard, to bad Az doesn’t care enough about his mother to do anything about it. He went to therapy once – only because his grandmother insisted, not out of love, but because she didn’t like the scandal Az could cause – he was only 12, and he only went for around 25 minutes, before the psychiatrist simply refused to work with him any longer. Why was he in therapy? Oh because he tried to stab his big brother, but before that he had punch him so hard, that his brother almost broke his nose. He remembers sitting in the living room, his parents running frantically around, everyone fussing about his big brother, nobody even caring about little Az, who had blood all over his fucked-up knuckles. That is a good indicated about his life: everyone always looks right through him, like he was nothing but pure glass, but everyone always looked at his brother like he was pure gold.
That was his first ever punch, his first explosion of rage he couldn’t contain. It almost felt like, he physically couldn’t swallow his anger any longer. He remembers wanting to hurt his brother, he remembers he wanted to kill him. His brother always got what he wanted, even if it came at the cost of Az. He always had to take everything from him, and Az knew his brother took some sick kind of pleasure in it. He loved to see, how far he could push his parents, he loved to show Az how little he really meant to his parents. The only place Az had for himself, was this dingy little tattoo shop. Az always had a love for sketching, so it came as no surprise, that he would be drawn to a place like that. He had found it on his 17th birthday. Only his few friends had remembered it. He was driving around in his car late, contemplating running his car over a cliff with him in it, he felt like he had nothing to live for anyway, so why not just put himself out of his misery? He had wanted to die since he found out, why he was even given life to begin with. It must have been fate, because he found the tattoo shop that night. He found his purpose in life.
When he turned 18, he left everything behind. Fuck his family and fuck his big brother. He got a small apartment, an apprenticeship in a tattoo shop and got a new start in life. No one calls him the spare, no one looks at him funny, like he is the monster underneath their bed at night. He is just Az. He is still angry; he is not the easiest person to get along with. He has some psychopath tendencies; he is known for feeling empathy towards people or being very kind. He is however very loyal towards the few people, who are lucky enough to call themselves his friends. He will go through hell and back for the people he loves, he would kill for them. Love isn’t something he knows very much of; he never really had it. He likes a good one-night stand, but he is nowhere near a manwhore.Every single tattoo that he has on his body, he either drawn himself or done himself. His entire body is his portfolio.
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