So liek...heavn bugged me about it so I posted it here.
*Note* I like to write stories. Sorry for the length as it does span more than 1 post but writing is my thing! ^-^ If you read the entire thing, I promise you will not be disappointed.
Name: Raziel (Razzie) Beredle
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 187.3 lbs.
Body Type: Athletic
Faction: The Templars
Family: His brothers and sisters within The Templars.
Hair: Usually a high & tight fade (0->3 up the head to the top).
Accessories: 1) Black aviators with small Templar symbols on the sides. 2) Matching black leather gloves with Templar symbols as buttons at the wrists. 3) Small gold chain around his neck with a Templar cross at the end under his clothes. 4) Large Attaché briefcase holding all his weapons, gadgets, and weapon modifications so he can change weapon types in the middle of the fight. 5) He has a picture of his late sister Mikora in his left chest pocket in his suit and kisses it each time he goes out to extinguish evil.
Clothes: He wears a full white/grey suit with small red vertical stripes, a red collar shirt with a black overshirt and a white tie with thick diagonal red stripes. All the buttons in his suit have small Templar symbols as buttons. Over top his suit is a long black leather trench coat with a large Templar symbol at the upper portion of the back.
Shoes: He wears shined black Oxford dress shoes with altered insoles for comfort and altered outersoles for traction and mobility.
Weapons: 1) A collapsible modified version of the G36/AUG-A3 in mid-range situations with optional modifications ie. silenced for quiet ops, extended magazines for firefights, night scopes for night ops etc. (All modifications are carried in his Attaché case). 2) For closer range, he uses twin Desert Eagle pistols with explosive tipped .50 cal rounds which are kept in his coat inside specially designed holsters for maximum drawing efficiency. 3) In special long range cases, a silenced Barret .50 cal rifle for long range heavy stopping power and fire support which is kept dissasembled in several pieces in a second section in the above mentioned Attaché case. 4) In the extremely rare case that it comes to having to resort to melee fighting, he has a specially designed katana which is hidden in his trench coat inside a sheath at his back which can be reached without any hesitation or problems. It is made out of a special super-light, super-dense, alloy which becomes sharper the more it is used.
Skills/Attributes: He always had an interest in lightning. His sister and him would watch thunder storms for a glimpse of lightning. Out of her honor and his personal interest, he has become very masterful in the art of lightning manipulation and can control it in any way he sees fit.
Personality: He prefers to be alone when on the battlefield or anywhere a battle can be held. Once in a peacful safe enviroment, he opens up and is a very kind, fun-loving, happy-go-lucky person always looking out for others. If forced to be on the battlefield with others, he is usually very easily irritated if anyone should compromise his safety or their own; although in a moments notice, he will jump to their aid if need be.
Likes: Killing demons, drinking wine, making jokes, most kinds of music (classical mostly), and protecting the ones he cares for.
Dislikes: People who are careless and can get themselves or others killed.
Motto: "Pain is only weakness leaving the body..."
Before The Mist...
Before the Mist, Raziel was a normal black kid in Orlando, Florida.
He had a mom, a dad, and a little sister. He went to a normal middle school and had normal friends and normal middle school kid problems. He had a normal life. A normal boring life.
Sometimes, he thought to himself, Why does life have to be so boring? I wish something interesting would happen. What if something weird happened like in one of the super hero movies? It would be so cool if I could control lightning or run super fast or fly! ...I wonder what it takes to get a radioactive spider to bite you.... Or better yet, I would much rather be The Human Torch!
He would daydream all day in class about super heroes and valient crusades against evil villains...but in the end...it was purely that. Daydreams.
One uneventful day, he was walking home from school with his little sister Mikora.
"Hey," said Mikora excitedly, "guess what Raz!"
"What?" Raziel replied dully, rolling his eyes.
"Tomorrow is my birthday!" she said loudly jumping up and down on the sidewalk.
"And how old will you be?"
"I'm gonna' be 9!"
"At 4:13 p.m.. Make sure you remember that."
"But I don't wanna'!" Mikora complained.
Raziel only laughed.
"Mom," Raziel said in the middle of dinner, "there is a convention at-"
"No," Raziel's mother said fiercely, "you go nowhere until you bring up your grades!"
"Boy, did you hear your mother?! She said no," said Raziel's father.
Raziel lowered his head and continued eating in defeat.
After dinner, Raziel sat in his bed and daydreamed about a world like the cartoons he watched every Saturday morning. Soon enough, he had daydreamed himself to sleep.
After School The Next Day
After picking up his sister from her elementary school, the two began their walk home.
Skipping in her little plastic tiara with a single "Happy Birthday" balloon, Mikora sang Happy Birthday to herself.
"Slow down Mickie. You're going to far ahead of me," Raziel said briefly shaken from his daydream by sirens in the distance.
"Okay," she said waiting for him to catch up.
"Hey, when we get home I want you to tell mom that I have to go back to the school for extra practice."
"Why are you going back?"
"I'm not. I'm going to Rodricks house to play video games. But you can't tell mom okay?" Raziel said holding a finger in front of his lips. "Promise me you won't tell."
"I promise," she replied beaming at him.
On the walk home, Raziel noticed more sirens in the distance. Why are there so many sirens...I don't see a fire, Raziel thought while scanning the skyline for smoke. Eventually when he couldn't spot any black plumes, he just shrugged it off and went off to his daydreams.
When they got home, Raziel instantly started noticing odd things here and there. Their mother wasn't home was the first thing he noticed.
"Where is mommy Raz?" Mikora asked.
"I don't know. She probably went to the store late today," he said trying not to seem worried even though he knows that his mother always goes to the store in the mornings in order to stay out of traffic.
"Come on. Let's go in." Raziel fished the spare key from under the front mat and went inside.
Raziel awoke to his little sister screaming. He jumped out of his bed and stood, listening for the faintest sound. The house was dead quiet.
After a few seconds of silence he called out his sisters name, "Mickie?"
He ran downstairs and scanned the house for his little sister. To his horror, he did not find his sister, but his father, covered in blood outside the front door in the driveway. He was kneeling over someone in a dress.
Dazed from the initial shock of seeing his father in such a state, it took him a few moments before he realized that the dress was his mothers.
"Mom!" he screamed as he ran out the door to meet with his father and mother, barely dodging his Mikora who was running inside the house.
He stopped a few feet away from his father and almost threw up. Her stomach was torn open and her entrails were spilled.
Barely holding back vomit, though not holding back tears, he spoke to his father, "Dad...what's going on? What's wrong with mom?"
His father did not reply.
"Dad!" he said more forcefully.
"DAD!" he said walking up and grabbing his father's shoulder.
His father spun around, holding his wives heart between his teeth. His eyes were no longer the warm shade of brown Raziel was used to but a distorted blind grey with blood in the pupil and spotted in the iris. His shirt was soaked with blood and giblits of things that were supposed to be inside Raziel's mother.
"Dad! What are you doing?!" Raziel screamed.
His father stared at him and after a moment, dropped the still-beating heart from his mouth and bellowed at Raziel like a hell-fire demonic harpie. He got up and stared at Raziel lustfully, hungrily even.
"Dad...what's wrong with you?"
Raziel's father jumped at his son with his hateful blood-stained eyes, grabbing him and staring into what Raziel felt was his soul.
Out of panic, Raziel struggled and kicked and hit. His fathers grip was too strong but luckily enough, he still had every males natural physical weakness. After kicking his father in the groin as hard as he could, Raziel shook free from his fathers grip and ran inside the house with his sister.