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Name: Azazel Minex
Age: 19
Gender: Male He/Him
Looks: Slightly almond shaped brown eyes that are a warm chocolate brown color. His skin is a smooth, soft light olive color with no marks. He’s about 5 foot, 7 inches, thin with lean muscle. He has more muscle than fat, which it the byproduct of slight malnourishment.
He tpically wears jeans, a t-shirt with combat boots and a flannel shirt. He always wears a sliver chain with a crescent moon pendant on it from his monter, as well as a ring on his right ring finder in the shape of a dragon.
It was supposed to be a fine day. One just like every other day in the past and every day yet to come. Yet, as he walked back to his run down apartment where he still vied with his father, he felt something off. The bastard of a man had gambled any money they’d head away in the last few years after Az’s mother had walked out. She’d left both Az and his shitty father brown hearted and Az had been forced to work harder in schoo and get a scholarship. Now, he was attending collage on full scholarship and working parti me in a bookstore to pay for food and the rent.
His hand fishes into his pocket for his key and pulling it out. He slides it into the lock, his phone gripping in his free hand as he pushes the door open. The interior of the apartment was tense and Az frowns, his brow bunching.
Name: Azazel Minex
Age: 19
Gender: Male He/Him
Looks: Slightly almond shaped brown eyes that are a warm chocolate brown color. His skin is a smooth, soft light olive color with no marks. He’s about 5 foot, 7 inches, thin with lean muscle. He has more muscle than fat, which it the byproduct of slight malnourishment.
He tpically wears jeans, a t-shirt with combat boots and a flannel shirt. He always wears a sliver chain with a crescent moon pendant on it from his monter, as well as a ring on his right ring finder in the shape of a dragon.
It was supposed to be a fine day. One just like every other day in the past and every day yet to come. Yet, as he walked back to his run down apartment where he still vied with his father, he felt something off. The bastard of a man had gambled any money they’d head away in the last few years after Az’s mother had walked out. She’d left both Az and his shitty father brown hearted and Az had been forced to work harder in schoo and get a scholarship. Now, he was attending collage on full scholarship and working parti me in a bookstore to pay for food and the rent.
His hand fishes into his pocket for his key and pulling it out. He slides it into the lock, his phone gripping in his free hand as he pushes the door open. The interior of the apartment was tense and Az frowns, his brow bunching.
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