OOC: Application
Character: Raziel
Fandom: Legacy of Kain
Personality
Raziel is a very honourable man. Everything he does, he does with the utter conviction that he is doing the right thing. He is extremely zealous to his cause and follows whatever it happens to be with a relentless fervour. It is one of the traits that he has kept through all of his incarnations. He is, unfortunately because of this, usually extremely rash and does not think things through, only stopping to question his actions after he has done the deed.
This extreme devotion to his cause often blinds Raziel to the true nature of the path he is taking. As a result he is very easy to lead and be forced to do the wrong thing. In his own world, Nosgoth, Raziel is the one creature who is not bound to the Wheel of Fate, and yet he is often led into following its machinations because of his blind trust in the rightness of his actions.
Raziel knows that he is very easily led, and he hates when he finds himself in the situation, even though it is one he finds himself in often. As a result he is often referred to as a ‘pawn’ and utterly hates it. Understandably, he wants to be a free agent, but ultimately Raziel desires answers, and understands that he needs those who know them. It often angers him - indeed, Raziel is usually frustrated with himself and the situations he finds himself in, feeling that he is being mislead at every single turn.
Raziel is the type to ramble a little (or a lot) about his surroundings, often observing important details that many would think trivial. However, if they are not directly linked to what he needs, he instantly forgets them. Raziel is also usually driven to violence rather than actively seeking it. He attacks with a frenetic and very uncaring mindset. He can be very cold and uncaring in relation to those who cross him, and devours souls without much care for their fate.
History
As Raziel’s history loops in on itself quite a great deal, here as a link to the canon history in the games.
Abilities
Physical: Raziel is surprisingly strong, but physically his main offence comes in his speed. Not weighed down with organs like most of the other creatures he will come across, he is usually able to fight them even if he is weaker. His claws are very sharp and able to dig into rock and stone easily enough. He is also able to displace himself, allowing him to move through barred areas (gates, etc - not sheer rock).
As should be obvious, Raziel does not eat like most others. He devours souls, and can either pull down his cowl and draw the soul to where his mouth once was, or can rip the soul from the body, usually through the heart.
Mental: Raziel has some power with Telekinesis. He is able to lift people up with his mind and throw them, or create small blasts to knock others off balance.
Symbiotic: Of all his powers, however, the most noted of Raziel's comes from the wraithblade on his arm - a weapon known as the Soul Reaver. Since its purification by the Guardians of Nosgoth, this weapon has become known as the Spirit Reaver. It glows with a blinding white light, and when it is swung, a high chant echoes. This changes depending on which Reaver Raziel chooses to activate - he has several. They all have spells that can be activated with prolonged use of that particular Reaver - they are as follows:
Spirit - The Spirit Reaver purifies all it touches. When charged enough, it can cause a blast of pure, blinding energy. It is a very powerful weapons.
Earth - The Earth Reaver causes tremours in the earth, throwing enemies off balance. It can also form platforms of earth, which last perhaps ten minutes.
Water - A jet of water will freeze when touched by this blade. When the spell is activated, the Water Reaver freezes Raziel’s enemies within a ten feet radius.
Air - The Air Reaver can either cause a jet of air that launches people upwards, or it can create blasts that throw people to the side.
Fire - As can be expected, the Fire Reaver can be used to ignite. The spell creates a blast of fire, burning all it touches within a ten feet radius of Raziel.
Light - The light reaver brings light in the darkest of places. When the spell is activated, it flashes with a blinding light, stunning Raziel’s nearby enemies.
Dark - The Dark Reaver cloaks Raziel in shadow for a period of ten minutes, or until he dismisses it. It makes him near invisible.
Appearance
Raziel.
Raziel inhabits a ruined and blasted vessel of his former glory. He has no skin, no eyes, and no organs. His visage is skeletal, wraithlike, with three sharp talons on his hands and feet akin to cloven hooves. Two flaps of skin join the muscles of his back, twice as long as his arm, and are the remnants of his wings. His entire body is tinted blue, with the exception of a rather foppish head of black hair, and white orbs of light in place of his eyes.
He wears nothing, having little to cover, except a cowl that was once his clan emblem. It was once a deep blood-red in colour, with the symbol of the Razeilim stark in white, but now it is faded to a dingy brown. It covers his nose and what would be his chin, if he had one.
All of Raziel’s appearance is rather eye-grabbing, but perhaps the most impressive thing about him is the wraithblade he bears. Thrumming along his arm, the Soul Reaver shines with a brilliant light, powerful and now pure. If one looks closely enough in the haze, they can see the ghostly shape of the Reaver blade, Raziel’s claw curled around the hilt.
Sample writing: The piercing pain of the Reaver blade vanished into the sweet, fierce joy of defiance as he sank within it. He could feel, with burning pride, the way Kain’s claws gripped the hilt of the blade, could feel how they both would cleave through that slithering parasite’s grip, would shatter his precious wheel and would let Nosgoth be raised anew on foundations of free will.
But then there was a jarring sensation… a feeling of vertigo that did naught but increase, growing ever stronger and sharper…
He was slipping away.
No. No. Not when it was just going to happen… not when they had their chance… not when their defiance was a true, physical threat to the Wheel… He struggled to hold on, but felt laughter in his ears. It was not the laughter he expected - the deep, self-assured laugh of the Elder - but rather high, sing-song, both old and young and wise and foolish at once.
He clung to every shred, ever fibre, that locked him deep into the blade in Kain’s grip, but no matter how he tried, he could not shake it. His sense of self slipped away from the physical form he was entombed in, slipping back into another, more familiar shape, and travelling, moving, somewhere he did not want to be -
And then stopped.
Cold stone was underneath him, and an unfamiliar weight rested on his brow. Raziel’s eyes widened. He snapped his head from side to side, taking in his surroundings. No Forge. No Reaver. No Kain. No Elder.
No sacrifice.
The crown fell from his head and landed in the familiar wreck of his lap. He stared at it, lifting it with his claws, before he snapped it in two. What madness was this? What mockery?
He threw the pieces aside and leapt to his feet, summoning the Reaver. It blazed to life with a high chant, singing purity as it had before.
What machination of the Elder was this?
Sample journal entry: [The recording switches on. There is a brief moment of silence, and then a voice, clipped with barely-restrained anger, speaks.]
Where is this?
As if there has not been enough manipulation and meddling throughout my life. Everything comes back to it, full circle, in the end.
But this?
This must be a last-ditch, purely pathetic attempt of the Elder to escape its inevitable end. That disgusting, cowering parasite… It must be shown its end, and the defiance of those it oppressed all these years. The Scion, purified of all corruption…
… And yet here I am, mouldering, living, an unwilling corpse! The taint is not cured; the Wheel is not unbound. What good was it all? What good was my sacrifice?
… What part did free will have to play in all of this?
[There is a sigh, and then the recording shuts out.]
Fandom: Legacy of Kain
Personality
Raziel is a very honourable man. Everything he does, he does with the utter conviction that he is doing the right thing. He is extremely zealous to his cause and follows whatever it happens to be with a relentless fervour. It is one of the traits that he has kept through all of his incarnations. He is, unfortunately because of this, usually extremely rash and does not think things through, only stopping to question his actions after he has done the deed.
This extreme devotion to his cause often blinds Raziel to the true nature of the path he is taking. As a result he is very easy to lead and be forced to do the wrong thing. In his own world, Nosgoth, Raziel is the one creature who is not bound to the Wheel of Fate, and yet he is often led into following its machinations because of his blind trust in the rightness of his actions.
Raziel knows that he is very easily led, and he hates when he finds himself in the situation, even though it is one he finds himself in often. As a result he is often referred to as a ‘pawn’ and utterly hates it. Understandably, he wants to be a free agent, but ultimately Raziel desires answers, and understands that he needs those who know them. It often angers him - indeed, Raziel is usually frustrated with himself and the situations he finds himself in, feeling that he is being mislead at every single turn.
Raziel is the type to ramble a little (or a lot) about his surroundings, often observing important details that many would think trivial. However, if they are not directly linked to what he needs, he instantly forgets them. Raziel is also usually driven to violence rather than actively seeking it. He attacks with a frenetic and very uncaring mindset. He can be very cold and uncaring in relation to those who cross him, and devours souls without much care for their fate.
History
As Raziel’s history loops in on itself quite a great deal, here as a link to the canon history in the games.
Abilities
Physical: Raziel is surprisingly strong, but physically his main offence comes in his speed. Not weighed down with organs like most of the other creatures he will come across, he is usually able to fight them even if he is weaker. His claws are very sharp and able to dig into rock and stone easily enough. He is also able to displace himself, allowing him to move through barred areas (gates, etc - not sheer rock).
As should be obvious, Raziel does not eat like most others. He devours souls, and can either pull down his cowl and draw the soul to where his mouth once was, or can rip the soul from the body, usually through the heart.
Mental: Raziel has some power with Telekinesis. He is able to lift people up with his mind and throw them, or create small blasts to knock others off balance.
Symbiotic: Of all his powers, however, the most noted of Raziel's comes from the wraithblade on his arm - a weapon known as the Soul Reaver. Since its purification by the Guardians of Nosgoth, this weapon has become known as the Spirit Reaver. It glows with a blinding white light, and when it is swung, a high chant echoes. This changes depending on which Reaver Raziel chooses to activate - he has several. They all have spells that can be activated with prolonged use of that particular Reaver - they are as follows:
Spirit - The Spirit Reaver purifies all it touches. When charged enough, it can cause a blast of pure, blinding energy. It is a very powerful weapons.
Earth - The Earth Reaver causes tremours in the earth, throwing enemies off balance. It can also form platforms of earth, which last perhaps ten minutes.
Water - A jet of water will freeze when touched by this blade. When the spell is activated, the Water Reaver freezes Raziel’s enemies within a ten feet radius.
Air - The Air Reaver can either cause a jet of air that launches people upwards, or it can create blasts that throw people to the side.
Fire - As can be expected, the Fire Reaver can be used to ignite. The spell creates a blast of fire, burning all it touches within a ten feet radius of Raziel.
Light - The light reaver brings light in the darkest of places. When the spell is activated, it flashes with a blinding light, stunning Raziel’s nearby enemies.
Dark - The Dark Reaver cloaks Raziel in shadow for a period of ten minutes, or until he dismisses it. It makes him near invisible.
Appearance
Raziel.
Raziel inhabits a ruined and blasted vessel of his former glory. He has no skin, no eyes, and no organs. His visage is skeletal, wraithlike, with three sharp talons on his hands and feet akin to cloven hooves. Two flaps of skin join the muscles of his back, twice as long as his arm, and are the remnants of his wings. His entire body is tinted blue, with the exception of a rather foppish head of black hair, and white orbs of light in place of his eyes.
He wears nothing, having little to cover, except a cowl that was once his clan emblem. It was once a deep blood-red in colour, with the symbol of the Razeilim stark in white, but now it is faded to a dingy brown. It covers his nose and what would be his chin, if he had one.
All of Raziel’s appearance is rather eye-grabbing, but perhaps the most impressive thing about him is the wraithblade he bears. Thrumming along his arm, the Soul Reaver shines with a brilliant light, powerful and now pure. If one looks closely enough in the haze, they can see the ghostly shape of the Reaver blade, Raziel’s claw curled around the hilt.
Sample writing: The piercing pain of the Reaver blade vanished into the sweet, fierce joy of defiance as he sank within it. He could feel, with burning pride, the way Kain’s claws gripped the hilt of the blade, could feel how they both would cleave through that slithering parasite’s grip, would shatter his precious wheel and would let Nosgoth be raised anew on foundations of free will.
But then there was a jarring sensation… a feeling of vertigo that did naught but increase, growing ever stronger and sharper…
He was slipping away.
No. No. Not when it was just going to happen… not when they had their chance… not when their defiance was a true, physical threat to the Wheel… He struggled to hold on, but felt laughter in his ears. It was not the laughter he expected - the deep, self-assured laugh of the Elder - but rather high, sing-song, both old and young and wise and foolish at once.
He clung to every shred, ever fibre, that locked him deep into the blade in Kain’s grip, but no matter how he tried, he could not shake it. His sense of self slipped away from the physical form he was entombed in, slipping back into another, more familiar shape, and travelling, moving, somewhere he did not want to be -
And then stopped.
Cold stone was underneath him, and an unfamiliar weight rested on his brow. Raziel’s eyes widened. He snapped his head from side to side, taking in his surroundings. No Forge. No Reaver. No Kain. No Elder.
No sacrifice.
The crown fell from his head and landed in the familiar wreck of his lap. He stared at it, lifting it with his claws, before he snapped it in two. What madness was this? What mockery?
He threw the pieces aside and leapt to his feet, summoning the Reaver. It blazed to life with a high chant, singing purity as it had before.
What machination of the Elder was this?
Sample journal entry: [The recording switches on. There is a brief moment of silence, and then a voice, clipped with barely-restrained anger, speaks.]
Where is this?
As if there has not been enough manipulation and meddling throughout my life. Everything comes back to it, full circle, in the end.
But this?
This must be a last-ditch, purely pathetic attempt of the Elder to escape its inevitable end. That disgusting, cowering parasite… It must be shown its end, and the defiance of those it oppressed all these years. The Scion, purified of all corruption…
… And yet here I am, mouldering, living, an unwilling corpse! The taint is not cured; the Wheel is not unbound. What good was it all? What good was my sacrifice?
… What part did free will have to play in all of this?
[There is a sigh, and then the recording shuts out.]