i. muse is penned by CAT.ᐟ i roleplay in multiple platforms, but mostly discord for the time being. that being said, please understand that our muses' relationships are purely and strictly in character.ii. my muses' behaviors and actions are not a direct reflection of my own principles. please do not take them personally and reach for out for an amicable discussion if any issues arise.iii. i am open to almost any kinds of plots and themes as long as details have been discussed beforehand.iv. mirrored to descriptive literacy. usually writes in paras, but is open to writing novellas as well. however, please expect slower replies with the latter. casual and simple plots are welcome as well.v. all my muses are flexible enough to be put into different verses. if you think they can fulfill a connection for yours, i would love to discuss and write it out with you.vi. activity and creativity levels may dwindle due to multiple reasons such as the state of my mental health and personal schedules. please feel free to gently and kindly nudge me if i have not replied in a long time.vii. do not interact if: you are unable to distinguish the difference between ic and ooc. you godmod. you impose your expectations on my muse without talking to me. if you only expect smut. 20 years of age and under ooc. if you are bigoted and ___phobic.

DESCRIPTIONeyes: a shifting void, flickering between celestial silver and endless darkness, reflecting the weight of every soul she has guided.hair: long, flowing black strands that shift like liquid shadow, threaded with faint streaks of silver.height: towering and ethereal, standing beyond human perception—sometimes appearing impossibly tall, sometimes shrinking to mortal proportions.skin: pale and luminous, carrying a faint glow like the last embers of a dying star. cold to the touch, yet strangely soothing.wings: massive and obsidian-black, streaked with shifting silver that shimmers under divine light. when fully unfurled, they stretch impossibly wide, blotting out the sky.scent: a paradoxical blend of something warm yet distant—smoky incense, old parchment, and the last breath before oblivion.presence: weighty and inescapable. her mere existence fills the air with the heaviness of unspoken farewells and quiet endings.markings: Faint, ethereal sigils inscribed upon her skin, pulsing softly with divine energy—remnants of the laws she was created to uphold.voice: echoing and layered, as if countless souls speak alongside her in whispers. when she commands, it is absolute.

ROLE & CONFLICT• azrael was once a purely detached entity—an unfeeling force of nature fulfilling the will of the Divine. she exists to guide souls, neither grieving nor celebrating their departure. but something has changed. she has begun to hesitate before delivering her Kiss of Death. she lingers in the sorrow of those left behind. she is starting to feel.CURRENT STATE• since 2023, she has lingered in her human form longer than she should, tellimg herself it’s to ease the grief of mortals. But deep down, she knows it’s more than that—she wants to be among them, wants to understand them. she wants to feel. but with every life she touches, with every soul she refuses to take, she strays further from what she was created to be... and deep down, she fears the inevitable question: is she still Death? or has she become something else?

DESCRIPTIONeyes: deep brown, almost black in dim lighting. they hold an unsettling depth, as if they’ve seen too much—gentle yet impossibly heavy.hair: long, raven-black waves that cascade down her back, always seeming slightly tousled, as if touched by an unseen breeze.wings: hidden beneath mortal disguise, but when revealed, they emerge from her back in a slow, painful unfurling, leaving behind raw, faintly glowing scars when they retract.scent: a mix of something familiar yet fleeting—like rain on cold stone, fading jasmine, and the lingering trace of someone who has just left the room.presence: unassuming yet magnetic. she moves like someone who doesn’t belong, yet somehow fits into every space she enters.markings: none in this form, but when emotions run high, faint celestial sigils flicker beneath her skin.voice: soft-spoken, with a quiet, melancholic lilt. it lingers in the air like an unfinished sentence, always carrying a touch of something unsaid.

THE OBSERVER OF GRIEF• elijah is the face azrael wears in the realm of the mortals, existing where death lingers—hospitals, funerals, quiet rooms filled with whispered goodbyes. some recall her as a gentle stranger who knew exactly what to say. others whisper of the woman who kissed the dying, their pain vanishing in an instant before they slipped away peacefully. no one realizes that her lips do not only bring death—but something else, something forbidden. for elijah can also return life.• currently works at a hospice or funeral home, somewhere she can continue fulfilling her role in a way that feels natural to humans. however, when she deems it necessary, she can adopt a different background to help someone... or to intervene with possible loss. she helps families process their grief, unknowingly becoming a source of comfort beyond just her divine duties.