"When I take flight, i feel like i am one of the Gods"Keith "Azreal" Dainels===IDENTITY=== Full Name: Keith Dainels
Nickname(s): K.D
Codename: Azreal
Alias(es): N/A
Age: 18
Classification: Meta-human
Affiliation: Villian
===PHYSICALDESCRIPTION===
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5ft 9inches
Weight: 185lbs
Other Traits: None
===POWERS===
Powers: *Flight: Being half angel, he is able to sprout wings out of his back. The wings are very large and are mostly black. He is able to fly about the skies with them, unless its raining. When and if it rains, his wings are weighted down by the water, and Keith is not able to fly until the wings dry. He is able to fly at a speed of 45 to 50 mph. If he flies for a extended period of time, such as a hour(fifteen post) his wings tire of strain and he is force to land.
*Telekinesis: This ability allows him to move things with his mind or hands. Though he is not that skill in using it, and is only able to lift about 80lbs. If used against a enemy, it would only be able to push them a foot back, which is why Keith does not use it much in that way when it comes to battle.
*Enhance attributes: His speed is faster than that of a average human being. Along with his strength, stamina, and durability. Though it is not to a great degree, it is slightly above average.
*Wind Manipulation: To a certain degree, Keith is able to manipulate and control wind. Able to manipulate it to where he is able to create minor gashes upon the body of his opponent, if it connects. Able to cause mini tornadoes, strong enough to blow back his opponents and/or distract them and used it to where he can send objects that are around him. He also able to shape wing into that of balls or blades. The long distance attacks are able to stretch out to about 50 meters before they vanish, the speed of the attacks are around 50mph to 60mph.
Skills: He is skilled in infiltration and using weapons, though his skill is about average when it comes to using weapons.
Weaknesses: He can't do much if is hands and wings are constricted. As well as his mouth, seeing as they are the main areas he uses when it comes to fighting and using his powers. Water or rain soaks his wings, and momentarily cease his ability to fly. If hit with a fatal wound, he could die, if not mended.
Equipment: He carries two 1-1/2ft daggars, a silver chained cross, and a gold chain.
===PSYCHOLOGICALPROFILE===
Personality: Keith can be vindictive at times, being that he was mostly raised on the streets, he does not have any gentleman like capabilities. He dislikes people who act like snobs, those are the ones that raise his temper. He does not like to be talk about. He rather people say how they feel to him, rather behind his back. He feel that those who talks behind his back are childish. Those types are the main reason why he does not treat others with respect, mostly because he has no home training.
Strengths: His strengths are mainly his intelligence, his life on the streets, his perception, and his temper.
Interests/Habits: He loves flying, eating, sleeping, whistling, and fighting. He has a habit for making sarcastic or cynical remarks. As well as ramble. He also likes to point out the faults of others, but only if he dislikes them off the bat.
===PERSONALBACKGROUND===
Family Members: N/A
Place of Origin: Jump City
Current City: Jump City
History: Keith was given up at birth, his mother being force to do so, only do to the strict rules that comes from being a angel. One is mating with humans, and the other is having a child with humans. His mother broke both, so she left him along with his father. A army soilder who did not have any other family. Being a single parent, his father struggled. And when he was call back to war, he had to give up Keith to a orphange, At the time, Keith was three. He had no idea why his father left him, but he never questioned or asked. He stayed in the orphange for a period of five years.
He was adopted by a family of poor misfits who wanted the check that came with having him. While there, he was force to be a servant. He cooked, cleaned, and did every other chore. He was treated like crap, and no one could help him. Being a depressed state, Keith did not want to live in such a place. He wanted to end it all, but for some reason could never do so, which is the doing of his mother who watch him from above. When he turned fourteen, a series of wierd events occured. He awoke with black feathers on his bed. The wind pick up every time he was angry or irritated, and objects also rosed and floated about through the air. It wasn't until a altercation he had where he was jumped by some school kids. During it all, his wings teared through the back of his shirt and extended about. Sending the kids jumping him flying about into trees and the ground. Freak, he ran away, the wings going back into his body minutes later as he headed home. Gathering his things, he headed out of the window and ran away. Begining to live about the streets as he lived in ally ways and learned how to defend himself. It wasn't until he turned sixteen did he fully knew of his powers. When he learned to control them to a degree, he used them to his advantage. Flying about the skies as he used his powers to help him earn a better living, relying on theivery and robbing of rich homes and places. Now eighteen, he lives a better life than he did before, now having a home for himself as he now does whatever it is he pleases.
Sample RP"Another boring day, what a suprise, aye? How sad. And do to the rain, i can't go flying. At least i now have a home, but i lack much furnature." he states as he looks about the living room. Sitting in a chair as he look foward at a small old scholl tv. Flipping through the channels as he look for something entertaining, finally turning it onto cartoons. Laughing, he sat back in his chair and watch the classic cartoon. Hearing the sound of harsh rains and thunder roaring about as he gaved a yawn. "Why does the rain put me to sleep?" he wondered. Looking to the ceiling as he tolt back and forth in his chair. His hair falling out of his face as he scratch his bare chest. Only happening to be wearing a pair of gym shorts, the half naked Demi-Angel did not know what it was to do on such a day. He hated the rain, but also loved it. It was weird, but he never questioned it. Stretching his arms out to the left and right. He rose foward out of his chair. Heading into his room as he flop down onto his bed and put on a smile. "I need dressers." he saids as he only had a bed in his room. His clothes in a bag in the corner as he laid his head onto his pillow. He soon began to whistle as he drifted off to slumber.