Thomas 'Azrael' Dillinger

=• About •= 'Azrael' was cursed many many years ago with Immortality, and bouts of excruciating inhuman pain, having lost a lot of what he once was, he meanders through life seeking the key to breaking his curse and eventually finding peace, or eventually rising of falling to his power.

Although he never tells anyone his plans, he enjoys life, as a contradiction to his situation. He excerpts odd mannerisms, and could be called "A sword with a barbed hilt", The Templar use him as a weapon, whilst trying to find out the secret of his immortality to give them the edge in the secret war.

=• Physical Description •= TBC

=• Biography •= Thomas Dillinger was born in Middle England in the summer months of 1850, amidst Queen Victoria's reign, his Mother and Father were a local maid and farm hand, and with little money to their name, they handed their new born son to mysterious travellers in return for wealth and riches beyond their wildest belief. He grew up fast, never knowing the truth about his biological parents, moving around with a Gypsy caravan, he learnt to live of both the land, and the pockets of the unsuspecting rich.

The mysterious bunch of travellers that had brought Tom Dillinger up had done so for one purpose only, their own personal gain, and safety, curses & legends were sewn into his being, he knew the worlds myths like the back of his hand, how to avoid certain fates, but his adoptive family had neglected to tell him about his reason.

The Caravan convoy rolled through a dark, torch lit London one smog filled night, the air hung heavy and the sound of the wooden wheels seemed to be the only thing in the streets apart from the odd call girl cackling into the night with her friends or a potential client. They were on a Job, a Job that would shape Dillinger's fate for centuries to come. It was here that Dillinger would steal an old and dangerous relic, a Relic said to grant the ones who possessed it riches, power and happiness beyond, a twisted Celtic looking artifact, Dillinger knew what he was looking for, but not what awaited him upon finding it.

Breaching into the Tower of London, a fortress along the Thames, Dillinger bypassed guardsmen and patrols, passing by treasure after treasure until he finally came to a dark, well guarded and locked room. Entering and finding the artifact he was sent to recover, he sat for what seemed like hours admiring the fine craftsmanship that had obviously gone into the creation of said item. As he watched the piece of metal, it seemed to glow and disappear, only, it wasn’t disappearing, it was sinking, sinking beneath Dillingers skin, the pain was beyond any human could endevor, he screamed, the sound filling even the streets of london outside. He passed out and fell to the floor, blacking out.

Days later the young man awoke in the cells of said tower. He had obviously been found, but how had he survived, he studied the area where the artifact had driven itself below his skin. Where it had been now sat three mysterious marks.

Days, Months and Years passed, Dillinger became accustomed to his home in the cells of the tower of London, years and years, an inhuman number of years passed, on the meager diet and the beatings he took while he was incarcerated, he’d have expected himself to die many years earlier, the more distressing thing was that he never seemed to age, slowly, the 4 walls and lack of human contact threw him into an odd place within his head, still clinging to his sanity, but becoming more wit driven and sneaky, he drove forward with plans to escape.

Upon concurrence of his time in the tower with a daring escape involving a very dangerous bail into the Thames, Dillinger made for other continents, whilst hot on his tail were the Templar order, wishing once again to regain him in order to study his longevity and the effects of the artifact on the man who had lived longer than most of the men who had stepped in to study him.

Cursed with immortality, Dillinger turned to a life of crime after travelling the world times over, trying to find something to bring excitement to his lackluster life of solitude in his immortality. This phase of criminality didn't last long, as it didn't satisfy the rushes, witch, warlock & demon hunting however. That's another thing completely, it was at this point in Dillingers life when he realized he had become of the supernatural realm and thus seeing it freely and fighting it alone for many years, until finally the Templar caught up with him, but instead of placing him in chains, they struck a bargain with the now odd man, he could freely fight and do as he would to help fight the darkness, they would hand him important missions and allow him to challenge himself, in return however, he had to reveal any secrets he could about the artifact that he found. Any secrets that came about his immortality, he had to allow the Templar to know these truths, thus they tolerate his being in the order, a barbed handled sword if ever anyone has seen one.

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