//I love how Maddie has like 17 nicknames
Madelyn (real name, obvs), Maddie, Mads, Mad(Just saw this her- family members call Lyn, High Court members, Lyn Hatter, little/Lil Hatter, M Carter and there are so many more)
//omg
(Y'all don't even know the middle names)
“Geez Olive Oil™, you should’ve at least said one to Maddie.”
"I don't have one." Oliver sighed, leaning back against one of the trees as he looked around. "It's dark, we should probably get some sleep."
“But it’s not safe.” Cade blinked.
Name: Azrael
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Fairy tale/Story Parent: Chernabog (From Fantasia)
Appearance: Azrael is tall and lanky, standing at 6"10. He is thin but not in the sense that he is weak, his body is well muscled and strong. His skin is a pale and sickly and his face is angular and pointed with a sharp nose and a strong jaw. His eyes are a startling yellow and his pupils are slits like a cat. He has dark bags under his eyes giving the impression that he hasn't slept. His hair is long and unkempt sticking in every direction and his bangs often cover his eyes. He wears a woven shirt under a long sleeved shirt as well as long pants and boots. (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/293226625729950064/ This is him)
Personality: Azrael is cruel and sadistic, he feels no greater pleasure then watching the agony of his enemies. Past that he is quite comedic, making jokes often but mostly at the expense of others. Those traits alone normally scare others off but those who can look past that and can gain his trust would find a loyal friend and companion who would do anything for them.
Backstory: (Will be revealed over time.)
Other: His body can transform into a more demonic form e.g. Wings, horns, fangs, claws. Also, his father being the god of darkness and the night allows him to be able to control and solidify shadows turning them into deadly weapons. Not only that but he also has the potential to be able to summon legions of demons to fight for him but he has no control of this power. The only creature that he can summon is his pet shadow hound "Nox"
//So what do you guys think
(Epic and scary I like him)
(Epic and scary I like him)
// Thanks
(I like how tall he is.
I’m sorry I’m still bitter at someone caLLING ME SHORT EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE SHORTER THAN ME.)
(I like how tall he is.
I’m sorry I’m still bitter at someone caLLING ME SHORT EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE SHORTER THAN ME.)
(He is a foot and a half taller than Madelyn if she's not wearing shoes. and Oliver makes her feel short.)
(^whispers^ The tall people are planning to take over the world…)
( Oh, so Oliver is 5'11 I'm pretty sure, and Maddie's 5'5, right?)
(That's a big gap, but it's adorable)
(^whispers^ The tall people are planning to take over the world…)
(It's true. All the conspiracy theories are true.)
( Oh, so Oliver is 5'11 I'm pretty sure, and Maddie's 5'5, right?)
(That's a big gap, but it's adorable)
(5'4" she wears shoes with heels to seem taller.)
(Same though Maddie…)
“But it’s not safe.” Cade blinked.
"We can do watches?" Oliver proposed, already leaning against one of the trees. It was true that the woods were dangerous, but they needed to rest if they were going to continue on a long journey.
“But it’s not safe.” Cade blinked.
"We can do watches?" Oliver proposed, already leaning against one of the trees. It was true that the woods were dangerous, but they needed to rest if they were going to continue on a long journey.
"Fine but I have one more question, Quinn," Maddie looked at him, "Do you know why he doesn't where the hat I made him, Did he lose it? Is it still in the box?"
“Right, I’ll go first!” Chelsea declared
"You must be a genie, because you're making all my dreams come true." She laughed. "You were bad at it, but at lest you kept trying."
Sam subtly winced at the poor choice of words, polishing their lamp to a rosy golden shine almost subconsciously.
Quinn looked over at Oliver, raising a brow in question as if asking him to answer himself.
"Well," Oliver started, clearing his voice. "I do have it, Maddie. I keep it in my room because it reminds me of you every time I look at it." He finished, rubbing the back of his neck in an embarrassed manner. He wanted to wear it all the time, but it also meant he was almost like a Hatter. It's not like he didn't want a family, he loved the Hatters, but he wanted to find his parents.
She looked at the ground, "Oliver, that did not make me feel any better, hats are about fate." She took that hat off her head. and ran her fingers over small bumps and tiny stitching for repairs. "Hats are supposed to be worn and paired with clothing. They are supposed to be in the rain and snow. The were supposed to fall off chasing after the girl you love or to be placed playful on top of her head. The wind was supposed to seal them away only to be picked up and returned by the most handsome man you have ever seen. They help you find your way. Hats were supposed to be a part of life, not a decoration –they’re not vases." She looked up, "I know it wasn't meant to hurt me, but it was made for you to wear and use in shows." She tossed her hat to him, "If you ever wonder why I got so mad about you taking my hat it was because this. Because you were playing with my fate without even knowing it."
(… that was deep.
Are you sure that was about a hat?
I now will look at hats respectfully.)
She looked at the ground, "Oliver, that did not make me feel any better, hats are about fate." She took that hat off her head. and ran her fingers over small bumps and tiny stitching for repairs. "Hats are supposed to be worn and paired with clothing. They are supposed to be in the rain and snow. The were supposed to fall off chasing after the girl you love or to be placed playful on top of her head. The wind was supposed to seal them away only to be picked up and returned by the most handsome man you have ever seen. They help you find your way. Hats were supposed to be a part of life, not a decoration –they’re not vases." She looked up, "I know it wasn't meant to hurt me, but it was made for you to wear and use in shows." She tossed her hat to him, "If you ever wonder why I got so mad about you taking my hat it was because this. Because you were playing with my fate without even knowing it."
//Wow, that was incredibly written!
"I'm sorry, Mads. . ." Oliver sighed, looking down at his hands as he leaned against the tree behind him. For once, his cards weren't in them. "It's just that, if I wear your hat, it's like I'm part of your family. Like I'm being accepted into a family. I love the Hatters and all, but I want to find my own parents. Maybe my parents weren't the best for leaving me behind, but I need to find them. Sorry if it doesn't make sense. . ." He shrugged, continuing to look at the palms of his hands, letting his dark hair fall across his eyes.
(… that was deep.
Are you sure that was about a hat?
I now will look at hats respectfully.)
(Same here.)
(Thank I'm glade you liked it.)
She looked at the ground, "Oliver, that did not make me feel any better, hats are about fate." She took that hat off her head. and ran her fingers over small bumps and tiny stitching for repairs. "Hats are supposed to be worn and paired with clothing. They are supposed to be in the rain and snow. The were supposed to fall off chasing after the girl you love or to be placed playful on top of her head. The wind was supposed to seal them away only to be picked up and returned by the most handsome man you have ever seen. They help you find your way. Hats were supposed to be a part of life, not a decoration –they’re not vases." She looked up, "I know it wasn't meant to hurt me, but it was made for you to wear and use in shows." She tossed her hat to him, "If you ever wonder why I got so mad about you taking my hat it was because this. Because you were playing with my fate without even knowing it."
//Wow, that was incredibly written!
(Ikr.
And it was so deep. ;-;
I want a hat now.)