Name: Azazel Princeton
Nicknames: Zel, Zaza, Azzy, Z.
Age: 20
Sexuality: Bisexual
Gender: Cis Male
Birthplace: ???
Birthdate: May 6th
Height: 5'6
Weight 120lbs
Clothing: Anything comfortable and or fashionable, Usually switches between very masculine clothes to very feminine.
Appearance: A striking young male with ethereal features. He stands at the height of 5’6. He has a warm, safe presence with silver braces aligning his teeth, His body is put into relatively good shape, signifying his steady workout routine. He has beautiful locs and on his face and ears were piercings which brings out more of his natural look, along with cheek dimples that appeared upon smiling. He keeps the scent of the 'Versace Eros' cologne.
Dislikes: Intentionally rude people, People who disobey rules and hurt other people on purpose.
Likes: Writing, Sleeping, Working, Music.
Disabilites/Issues/Mental Disorders: When he was 4 years old he suffered from selective mutism and still has occurrences of it now during stressful and overwhelming situations that he feels he has no control over.
Flaws: One of his biggest flaws is being easily influenced, If surrounded by the wrong people he changes drastically. He also is very pushy and sometimes over the top on things, Although he works very hard some may say he works "too hard" and could use a break once in a while.
Family: Birth parents: ???
Adopted by: Maisie Montrose
Backstory: (wip). { Azazel was then taken into the Montrose family}
The birthing of Azazel. The soft cries of a newborn baby filled the air of Israel, In Zikhron Ya’akov located at the southern end of the caramel mountain range overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. A small hospital with very few doctors and few patients, In that birthing room was a stunning young woman by the name of Adiela Tahmoh, A newlywed to her husband Aryan Tahmoh. As well as a rather disappointed-looking child by the name of Alastair Tahmoh. He seemed to be around five years old, Although his appearance made him look younger than he was. “Isn’t he beautiful?” Adiela spoke with a soft, soothing voice as she held her brand-new baby boy in her arms. She gently rocked him back and forth in her arms with grace, Aryan had a stern look on his face as he peered down at the child. “We shall name him, Azazel.” Adiela spoke once more, This time a saddening look appeared on her face, The name clearly reminiscent. Hush little baby, Don't you cry. Azazel was now two years old and Alastair seven, The newlywed's love had slowly started to drift apart. Various amounts of yelling take place in their small cottage. Alastair would spend various nights comforting Azazel to sleep in his crib, He seemed to fit nicely inside with a decent amount of space, and most of the time his soothing method worked for the most part, Although at times it didn’t. “Shhh, Hush Azzie.” Alastair sniffled, His small hands holding onto the back of Azazel’s head as the rest of his body was on the mattress. “Please don’t cry, It’s okay.” Eventually, after several hours and aching ears, baby Azazel would calm himself down and slowly drift off to sleep. Abandoned. Azazel is almost three years old and Alastair just turned eight. Azazel hasn't learned how to speak yet which has left Adiela concerned, The fear and worried presence in the air getting to young Alastair.
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