"So, can ya remember your name?"
"I'm Azrael Aita, but you can call me whatever you'd like."
"Oh, nice. Well, now, there's something else to that name. Somethin' with power to it; somethin' I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe they'll be callin' you by another name, around here! What do you think it is?"
"The..the Charming Consort? No! The Charming Ophidian Consort. Wait, isn't a consort like a--"
"Alright, cool. Now, uh, how about how old you are...?"
"I was born in December, on the 15th I believe. So that means.. I'm roughly around 17 or 18 years old."
"Greeeeeeeat. Just great. Are ya a boy or a girl? Hard to tell, right now..."
"I can be anything you want me to be," even in Azrael's mentally muddled state he still found the energy to be flirtatious. Why am I not Surprised? "But I'm male, you can check if you'd like."
"I knew that. Totally. Can ya remember what ya look like?"
"Something Like this I suppose...I'm a handsome Devil, aren't I?"
"So, how do ya normally act around people? Are ya cruel, benign, completely crazy or calm and collected? Just...well, tell me about that stuff! I really wanna know!"
"Well, I've been called shallow before, chaotic as well. That doesn't particularly bother me to be quite honest, I really couldn't give a flying fuck about someone else's opinions. I don't need anyone but myself, for all I care the world could burn. I don't like this...describing myself. It's like trying to describe how water tastes, it's just--" Azrael fumbles for words, clenching his jaw as he does so. "There! I'm just here, living, why the hell do you even care anyway? " Azrael pinches the bridge of his nose, frustrated that he couldn't formulate the words needed to describe himself. "I'm just...here." His voice cracked, completely deflated and frightened at the thought that he was no one, that he was nothing.
Azrael put on a winning smile, one that quite didn't reach his eyes and began to speak once more. "I've been told I'm quite the charmer, blessed with a silver tongue eh? I don't really know what or who I am. Do you ever get that feeling?"
"Not what I was expecting, really, but alright. Now, think hard about this next one. Do ya remember anything about yourself?"
"I was born here in Holly, to who? I haven't a clue. I'm adopted, I used to live in this little run down Orphanage on the outskirts of town called Wall Brick Orphanage. It was ran by a man named Harold Grey, he was an old greasy son of a bitch, but he was the only family I had. There was five of us in the orphanage, we couldn't afford to take in anymore than five, and despite the small amount we were always hungry even though Mr.Grey tried his damndest to make sure we ate at least once a day. When I was Seven I got adopted, by William and Anna Aita. Apparently, she was infertile and they wanted a child, so I guess they decided to find the poorest orphanage in the city and pick the most raggedy looking kid around, and somehow that turned out to be me. William owns a weapons manufacturing company, the largest one in the city and well--they're rich. Sometimes I think they don't give a damn about me, and they just adopted me for the publicity...I kind of wish I was back living with Mr. Grey. I mean, I don't mean to sound so ungrateful, but I'd trade all riches in the world for a single person that actually cared about me, ya know?"
"I go to school in Holly City, there's this little vivacious kid Named Lucy She's a sophomore I think. She doesn't look like much but I heard she had a hell of a right hook. There's other kid, Adrian I think his name is. I hate him, I really do. He acts all high and mighty, his nose as high in the air as it can get, but if you catch him off guard in the halls or the locker room-- before he has a chance to put the mask back up you can see him. I mean really see him for what he is-- afraid. I like to watch him sometimes, and the glimpses of pure terror I see on his face... it's satisfying and sad all at once. I feel sorry for him, if that's even possible.
Azrael sniffs, looking away with a surly expression. "I'm done answering your questions."
