Raziel Jetome

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Full Name: Raziel Jetome
Nickname(s): Raz, IE
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 6', 170lbs
Birthdate: April 9th
Age: 9.4 Sweeps (around 18 1/2 to 19-years-old)

Physical appearance: Stands tall at 6 feet and has a muscular (mesomorph) frame, very buff arms in particular and overall in great shape. (Well sculpted, as they say.) Evenly proportioned throughout, no awkward bulkiness in one specific area. Has dark grey skin with a red tint due to his blood. Eyes, of course, are yellow, but due to his age are starting to show specks of red around his pupils: almond-esque eye shape, rectangular shaped face, prominent chin, strong jaw line.

Has long claws on hands and feet: doesn't wear shoes, preferring the feel of fresh soil beneath his feet. Calloused palms/heels due to always roughing it, long and bony and strong fingers/toes. Often has dirt caked around his cuticles and under his nails. Big mouth that will smile and reveal a mixture of pointed and dulled teeth, though has evident fangs on bottom/top gumline (set of four) that can occasionally catch on his lip when he smiles (which is a lot.) Bovine-esque ears: wears no piercings and otherwise no jewelry except for a leather woven band around his left wrist. (Jewelry is for highbloods, after all.)

(Obviously) black hair that's of short to medium length and often wind tossed, sticking up and out at odd angles and down around his ears and back of his neck: doesn't go further than the back of his neck and doesn't fall below his eyes. No fancy hair dyes. Never bothers to brush/comb it so knotted in places: perpetual bed head.

Has a few minor scars in various places from climbing trees/wrestling his lusus/etc., however his main prominent one is an ugly thing on his back, toward the left shoulder blade that ranges from his side to his spine and stops 3/4 of the way down his back. As a wriggler he made the mistake of being out in the Alternian sun and this is his consequence.

His horns curve back over his head and down, following his skull and where the back of his head is begin to curl back up and around themselves, like a very wave letter "b" that's been placed sideways. Both horns are symmetrical with no noticeable difference between them.

Clothes time. Okay, so most commonly wears dark pants that are ripped around the knees to give him extra mobility and breathing room. (He tore them on a branch and decided to tear them all the way on both sides to make it symmetrical.) Commonly doesn't wear a shirt: rather he wears a vest similar to that of his dark red blood color that has a v-neck and a collar around the back. Depending on the mood or his forgetfulness, he either buttons it up or leaves it open to expose his chest. As aforementioned, he doesn't wear shoes though sometimes he will indulge in black fingerless gloves and/or a dark brown scarf given to him by a friend.

Personality: A happy-go-lucky idiot. Raziel likes adventure and in accordance, danger. He has no real sense of self-preservation and often likes to throw himself into situations of rough housing: as a wriggler and still to this day he likes to go and wrestle with various wild beasts and often did this with his lusus before moving on to the beasts around him. If he sees something absolutely crazy he has to try it: Raziel's a troll "adrenaline junkie."

Due to growing up in isolation, he has little experience with interacting with other life outside of growling variety: of course he's aware of his blood-caste and where he stands on the hemospectrum, he just isn't fully attuned to properly fear higher bloods just yet. (And doesn't understand his yellow-blooded best friend's absolute horror at the mention of anything beyond green bloods.) He communicates with others via Trollian, but can't be cooped up inside his tree-hive for long: often he'd rather be out and about, doing something since sitting around can't pacify him for very long.

He wants to live life to the fullest and never stop having fun. He thinks it isn't healthy to bottle up your emotions or never enjoy yourself, and often tries to get others to loosen up and relax. Making others smile makes him smile. A bit of a goofball and really not that smart on a lot of topics, however he's a survivalist and a hunter: he's as smart as he has to be. The computers and tech he'll leave to his buddies, but need to know which berries are safe and how to tie a support knot? He's your troll.

Despite the cheery personality he has nothing really against killing and has no real qualm about blood or violence, often engaging in it himself. He hunts for his own food (and will eat it raw) and gets by day-to-day: he lives fully in the present and doesn't really think of the past or the future, however there are times that his yellow-blooded friend can instill some thoughts into his thick skull, making him contemplate on a level he'd rather not get in to. (He avoids serious topics like the plague.) Despite insisting everyone embrace themselves, he avoids thinking deep about topics and can get rather melancholy if left to dwell on certain issues, such as blood-caste (and his place on it.) Being serious and committed scares him: instead he'd rather be on the move and keep things light.

However these depressive moods are rare and far between and take a lot to stir up (they have to be sparked by a friend.) Otherwise you'll simply be greeted by a smiling troll jock who thinks it's cute when you laugh. (He's in denial about his darker side. He doesn't acknowledge the savage inside himself. Raziel could be smarter and more respected is he tried and embraced himself fully.)

Handle: imperfectExtinguisher
Typing Quirk/Color: Doesn't use punctuation and doesn't bother with periods unless he's writing more than one sentence. Avoids cursing and uses odd animal slang instead. (ie, "bees knees!" "motherduck!" etc.) Addresses almost everyone as some variant of brother or sister (ie, "Human sister!" "Boss brother!")
Blood color: Red  (#990000)
Symbol:

Lusus: Cougar lusus

Strengths: Courageous and physically strong, always upbeat, can make the best out of almost any situation
Weaknesses: Naive on many topics and aspects, Comes on too strong and can easily annoy others. Wants to please others to a point where he gets used and abused and doesn't even realize it
Fears/Insecurities: Claustrophobic (doesn't like feeling trapped in small spaces) and ever since he was a wriggler avoids the sun for fear of being burned again
Likes: Having fun, exploring/adventuring, climbing trees, nature
Dislikes: Large cities, big buildings/metal structure ("troll-made" things, essentially,) being stuck in one place for too long, inactivity
Driving force: Knowing there's a whole world out there for him to explore, being happy and making others happy too, having fun
Hobbies: Adventuring, exploring far from home, climbing trees and admiring the view, wrestling with various wildlife, making things out of plants

God Tier Title: Sylph of Breath
Land: Land of Cliffs and Ash
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Fistkind
Describe your character in three words: Hyper, Driven, Trusting
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: A hunting knife and the clothes on his back

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: Most likely he'd want to remove all negative emotions from himself, as they scare him more than he wants to admit
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?: Raw meat (Yum!)

Other: Has a darker, more animalistic side that he doesn't acknowledge but is still there. As Carl Jung would say, he hasn't met his "Shadow" yet and no matter how leader-like he will act he still has a lot of growing up and maturing to do.

Lacks any type of psychic ability to his understanding, though it has been speculated he may have a stronger connection to beasts than he initially realizes, however due to this being generally an orange-blood trait he gives it no credit.

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