Raziel Bisland
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| Raziel Bisland | |
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| Social Rank | 4 |
| Fealty | Grayson |
| House | Bisland |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 47 |
| Religion | Faith Of The Pantheon |
| Vocation | Alchemist |
| Height | 6'2" |
| Hair Color | Black |
| Eye Color | Hazel |
| Skintone | Deep Brown |
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| Parents | Zadkiel Bisland |
| Siblings | Kimbrielle Bisland |
| Uncles/Aunts | Uriel Bisland |
| Cousins | Gabriel Bisland, Daniela Bisland, Nathaniel Bisland, Samael Bisland, Rafael Bisland |
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Description
A tall, handsome, powerfully built man once, Raziel is but a shadow of his former self. He looks smaller than he is, caused by a nigh permanent hunch while his muscular frame has withered to inexistence, leaving him a gaunt, charred husk. Afflicted with a limp, the sound of his steps are ever accompanied by the one of his cane upon which he relies heavily. Much of his body has suffered grievous burns and other wounds that remain excruciating to this day, though none are so visible as much as his face. Once strikingly handsome, he has since been disfigured by his injuries, his features twisted and fractured like his body was. Only hints remain of the man he was, serving to amplify the contrast. Of his eyes, only one remains hazel, the other having clouded white. Of his charming smile, an appalling grimace. His voice, once a roaring deep bass, has become raspy while his breathing has gained a low pitch wheezing to it especially audible after exertion. Other traits, such as the occasional darkened veins beneath the skin, hint at self-medication that might have done more harm than good. Raziel is a mockery of what he once was and he's fully aware of it, making no attempt to hide who he was... or what he became.
Personality
Brave, dutiful, determined, generous, unyielding, these traits all described the man Raziel once was. The scion of Bisland, later a member of the King's Own, he was a good man, an honourable man. His devotion to the Gods was outmatched only by his loyalty to the Crown and the Compact, and had he not become a member of the King's Own, he very well could have followed the path of Templar instead. Yet the man he was has long perished, burnt away in the flames. What softness there was to temper the strength of mind and soul have turned to ash, leaving behind cynicism and bitterness combined with that same unyielding will and determination. Dutifulness and bravery have likewise been changed, wielding not sword into darkness, but the grim light of truth to dispel comforting lies and delusions. Even outside of his work, he takes satisfaction in exposing others to their own contradictions, confronting them on their deeply held convictions, as Inquisitor and Mirrormask both. His friends are few, yet those that are have all been tested by the man's sharp tongue and intellect and, once found worthy, are offered genuine respect in turn. Raziel is a complicated man, with contradictions running deeper than the eye can see, made all the more confusing by the man's intent.
Background
There never was any doubt that Raziel should become a knight. Born and raised within House Bisland, his course was set the moment he showed aptitude. The only question that lingered was whether he would also become a Godsworn, for his devotion to the Faith and the respect he held for all that chose to take the oath was great. It came to pass, however, that Raziel became not a Templar, but through feats of bravery and valour in the service of his House and Grayson, one of the One Hundred, a knight of the King's Own sworn to defend King Alaric III and the Compact from all threats.
Raziel was sent out on many missions in the name of the Crown, and always came back. Yet his last he came back changed. What happened is uncertain, the only certainty being that whatever he faced, it was a miracle he wasn't killed. He was found his flesh seared, his body counting countless wounds, and though physicians and Mercies were at once summoned, all expected him to die. Numerous times, they would think him dead, till he would drew breath again. Usually to scream in agony.
He survived, yet he would never be a knight again. No longer could he ride, no longer could he wield a sword, the pain sapping what strength his body possessed. He healed, but he did so as a broken man, a disfigured cripple. For his service to the Crown, he was honourably discharged from the King's Own and retired. He was twenty-five.
Yet the call of duty can hardly be ignored. Though he had lost his body, Raziel did not remain idle. He poured his every energy in sharpening his mind, first on the subject of medicine, not wishing to depend on anyone for his continued survival, and then alchemy. These skills, along with sheer force of will, saw him accepted within the ranks of the Inquisition. Wielding no longer a sword but the light of truth, he continued to do his duty to the Crown, becoming a full Inquisitor not long afterwards.
He was not involved with the fall of the Master of Questions, Shreve. Raziel was said to have run afoul of the dreaded man after three of his Confessors disappeared in the days leading up to Shreve's death. Rumours go that the Confessors had been confronted by Raziel regarding some of the 'suspects' they were to take for questioning. The rumours were further fed when, in the days following, three bodies were found having suffered such burns as to make them unrecognizable.
Whatever the case, Raziel continues his work to this day, with what free time he possesses spent between the Physicians' Guild, Apothecary College and, perhaps oddly enough, as a disciple of the Mirrormasks.
