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Group: Citizens of The Nether Lands
Member No.: 63
Joined: 11-February 08
Name: Anziani Canco
Build: Of a slightly above average build, physically taller and thicker then most. His hours of endless training has given his entire body a much more defined look then most in the nether, While their are some bigger then him, he continually keeps up an imposing image.
Astral Muse: (Neutral)
Anzini, being a Muse, has been given an Art by the lord. Gifted with musical prowess he has taken it to a different level. Playing with volumes is like second nature to him, he can make something unbearably loud, so loud you can feel it. On the flip side, up is the only way volumes go, he can conceal sounds, dropping a rooms conversation, concealing sounds made by his movements or even just screw with someone and make their voice squeak.
Az's Gauntlets have more then one special purpose, one of them being the ability to retrieve things for him. He no longer carries things that others in the Nether carry instinctively, weapons, money, possessions, he roams the streets with little more then the clothes on his back. Instead, when he needs something he summons it from its original place. Merely calling upon it's presence. He cannot summon anything he can't hold (buildings and such) nor can he summon liquids (although he can get the container they are in)
Angels Wake: (Angelic)
Az can feel and see someone aura, to him it is seen as a beat, a heavy beat will give feelings of hatred while a sweet symphony would be shared between two lovers. He can also give this gift to others, or even take it away, most humans find the sensation overwhelming and have a habit of finding it irritating though.
Changer of Ways: (Daemonic)
Az has trained for countless weeks for this, his form is no longer bound to him, Merely being a reflection to his current mood. His bones grow and shrink while his eyes change to a yellow blob with a black slit. His muscles grow and shrink, allowing him to literally change shape. He will still be recognisable, but never the same.
Raw Power: (Daemonic)
Az's body is a conduit for more powers the any care to know about. The power of God and the Hell bent apocalyptic energy of the daemons courses though his veins. His gauntlets jump with power, purple bolts of raw magic jump from his hands until it can no longer be contained, then jumping around his body in a jig of happiness. In all respects it acts just like lightning expect with far more devastating effects. A null field of magic circles around him, cracking into most magic and metal things around him. He has no control over this power, but when it happens he knows what to do.
Insane Pain: (neutral)
After his brain lost many of it's years Az had to slowly learn all of his new found skills again, but the harder he tried the more he realised, he loves tp be in pain. Frightened by the notion his put the thought aside, ignoring it whenever it came up, but now he cannot resist. After months of self abuse and neglect the feelings have come over him again, but this time much bigger. Pain is no longer pain, nor is it annoying, he loves the feeling of pain, sending his senses into overdrive. The bigger the wound the better he will feel, this often leads to him hacking himself up for fun and doing some odd things to try and get into painful situations.
After enough stimulation Az's brain goes into overdrive, sending endorphins and adrenaline everywhere into his Angelic body, no longer able to tell when something is wrong he is able to over exert himself, moving at speeds in which normal beings shouldn't. The movements swift and damaging, even to his Angelic body the damage takes it's toll quickly, often putting him out of action for days at a time.
Looks: Picture Az is overly toned, his body kept in perfect condition to reflect that of his newly cleansed soul though his wings are permanently stained black, as is his blood, as a constant reminder of his past sins
After becoming one again Az's mind was brought back to a time before the Apocalypse. He has only remembered a few things, those that he had lost. He remembered Sole, and Phobia, both of them now gone. He remembered His lost friends and the times he can no longer share. The haunting memories started to rip his soul from the inside. Slowly he began to change, tainted by the touch of evil and corroded by the touch of God. Now he roams for one thing, and one thing only. Himself.
Race: Tainted Angel (Fallen Muse)
Religion: None, god turned his back on the muse.
Friends: Nocive, however Loathes their child Cadavra. Tomas is also a deep enemy of Az although he is yet to remember him.
Weapons: His metallic Gauntlets. (pic and descrip to come)