The soft chime of a small bell ringing could be heard through the streets as the short white-haired male walked through Kirigakure, normally he avoided coming into the village preferring the peacefulness of the forest that surrounded the village as opposed to the village itself. It was still early morning, the sun just now cresting the horizon as the light morning mist settled upon the village. The mist not thick enough to truly obscure vision, but enough to limit it too around a hundred meters. Normally the Yurei would have his chakra ghost would be surrounding him, walking with him as he moved through the street to scare the people in the village into giving him a wide berth. It was not because he bared ill will towards those within the village, after all he was a member of the Nightmares, Sero's Second in Command and sworn by his oath to his master to protect this village from all that threaten it. The Yurei simply did not like to be touched and having his ghost intimidating the villager's into staying away from him, ensured that they did not touch him. With the village for the most part asleep, there was no need ghost as there was no crowd that he needed to part. Those villagers that were already awake and walking about, would give him a wide berth even without the use of his ghosts. The Rebreather Mask he wore upon his face, painted across the front with a wicked lipless demonic grin, would see to diverting those that crossed his path, many of whom would cross to the other side of the street at the sight of his approach. The soft chime of his bell earring the only sound other than the whispered murmurs of the villagers as he passed that filled the early morning air, he didn't mind their words they meant nothing to the man. The only words that Azrael listened to or even cared what was said was his Master, Sero. Long before his master's climb in both power and position within the village as well as his own personal power, Azrael swore his life to him and that was not something that the Yurei took lightly either. He understood the power of words, as well as the power that laid behind words. One does not say one thing and then does another, this was something he had learned long before he had met Sero, and he heard the power of the truth in the man's words when he had spoken to him. Sero was not the first that the male encountered after he managed to escape from the woman upstairs, but he was the first to not fear the ghost, and he was the first to truly see the male as more than what he thought of himself. Despite the fact of even attempting to kill Sero at first as he had done others that attempted to get in his way as he wandered, Sero would still invite the male to join him, to serve him, and to reign their own brand of justice down upon the vermin that inhabit the world. The promise of such an event was simply too sweet for the male to pass by, and so their bargain was struck. In return for his service, the male would be allowed to bear witness to the destruction his master would reign down upon those truly evil of this world.
The male spent most of his life believing that he was dead, a mere ghost stuck to walk alone in this mortal plane until he found Sero. It was then that he learned the truth, he was not dead nor was there anything wrong with him. He was an angel, an angel to the true divine, an Angel of Strife and his master, Death itself. The fact that he viewed Sero as the Avatar of death was because where his master went, death of the wicked followed. Even when he stood before his master, where most felt fear, he would feel excitement and joy. It was as if being in the precipice of death, standing on the edge and at any moment you could fall out of favor and that would be the end. It was an adrenaline rush, as well as a humbling fact for the male, the knowledge that there were those that were stronger than him kept his mind sharp and on the constant lookout for trouble. He was not a physical individual like there seemed to be so many around the village, his greatest strength was that of his mind. His skill with genjutsu saw to his rise as head of the Yurei Clan, as no other could match his abilities with the Akayurei, not even his younger half-sister, the full-blooded heir to the previous Yurei clan leader. Having never met the man that they said was his father, and only learning of his half-sister after his accension to the leadership position, he did not hold even his own clan in as high regard as he held Sero. Yet even his skill seemed to pale when he came face to face with the Bijuu Kukuo within his master's mind, he may have the mortals around him beaten but these beasts were a different story entirely. Having failed in his attempt to enter the beast's mind caused the male to fall into a small despair, for if he could not do what his master needed him to be able to do, then what good was he. This is what truly started his wandering the streets of the village, his lack of strength in the time his master had called upon him. There was only one person the male would turn to, the only other person the male trusted and would serve with near the same loyalty as he does his master, Sayuri. He had not seen her since he had awoken within the ice, and it seemed that his master was not the only one that had grown in both power and position within the village since his entombment. The fact that he had recently learned she was what the village called one of the Princesses, some kind of Triumvirate that had taken the place of the Mizukage. He didn't know the other two names that were told to him, nor did he care about their names. To the male they were not his Master, and therefore they did not matter. Dressed in all black from his shoes to his hoodie, standing in direct contrast to his pale skin and white hair. His Kirigakure Hitai-ate around his waist used as a belt, and the small silver bell hanging from his left ear reflecting the light of the sun as it cut through the mist. Finding himself within the administrative district as the sun rose higher above the horizon, though still early in the morning the streets of this district would have much more people within it. Though even they would give the male sidelong looks as he passed, none of them willing to make eye contact with the dull red eyes of the male as he slowly walked down the street. He had been trying to locate the familiar chakra of Sayuri, however he was not having much luck in finding her.
The closer he drew to the administrative complex, the more crowded the streets would seem to become for the male. They would still not get close enough to even consider touching him, but they would be closer than he liked. This would cause his red pupils to begin to glow as the white of his eyes would turn pitch black, his Akayurei activating as several chakra ghosts began to appear within a hundred-meter span around him. There would be multiple gasps at the sudden appearance of the ghosts, and more than a few would back away from him. Behind his mask the male would speak in but a whisper, but his voice would echo throughout every single one of his chakra ghosts. "People of Kirigakure, we are Legion. The Righteous shall hold no fear of us, but the wicked shall know the Angel of Strife. As Lord Sero has decreed, so long as your heart is pure, we shall not harm you. We seek the one disignated Sayuri Yuki, we wish to speak with Daeva. Direct us to her and return to your miserable lives, this is all we ask." The white-haired male would stand in the middle of the street in front of the administrative complex waiting for an answer.
Sensing tech active -0.5 (50m)
Chakra Ghosts -10
Echo -1
The male spent most of his life believing that he was dead, a mere ghost stuck to walk alone in this mortal plane until he found Sero. It was then that he learned the truth, he was not dead nor was there anything wrong with him. He was an angel, an angel to the true divine, an Angel of Strife and his master, Death itself. The fact that he viewed Sero as the Avatar of death was because where his master went, death of the wicked followed. Even when he stood before his master, where most felt fear, he would feel excitement and joy. It was as if being in the precipice of death, standing on the edge and at any moment you could fall out of favor and that would be the end. It was an adrenaline rush, as well as a humbling fact for the male, the knowledge that there were those that were stronger than him kept his mind sharp and on the constant lookout for trouble. He was not a physical individual like there seemed to be so many around the village, his greatest strength was that of his mind. His skill with genjutsu saw to his rise as head of the Yurei Clan, as no other could match his abilities with the Akayurei, not even his younger half-sister, the full-blooded heir to the previous Yurei clan leader. Having never met the man that they said was his father, and only learning of his half-sister after his accension to the leadership position, he did not hold even his own clan in as high regard as he held Sero. Yet even his skill seemed to pale when he came face to face with the Bijuu Kukuo within his master's mind, he may have the mortals around him beaten but these beasts were a different story entirely. Having failed in his attempt to enter the beast's mind caused the male to fall into a small despair, for if he could not do what his master needed him to be able to do, then what good was he. This is what truly started his wandering the streets of the village, his lack of strength in the time his master had called upon him. There was only one person the male would turn to, the only other person the male trusted and would serve with near the same loyalty as he does his master, Sayuri. He had not seen her since he had awoken within the ice, and it seemed that his master was not the only one that had grown in both power and position within the village since his entombment. The fact that he had recently learned she was what the village called one of the Princesses, some kind of Triumvirate that had taken the place of the Mizukage. He didn't know the other two names that were told to him, nor did he care about their names. To the male they were not his Master, and therefore they did not matter. Dressed in all black from his shoes to his hoodie, standing in direct contrast to his pale skin and white hair. His Kirigakure Hitai-ate around his waist used as a belt, and the small silver bell hanging from his left ear reflecting the light of the sun as it cut through the mist. Finding himself within the administrative district as the sun rose higher above the horizon, though still early in the morning the streets of this district would have much more people within it. Though even they would give the male sidelong looks as he passed, none of them willing to make eye contact with the dull red eyes of the male as he slowly walked down the street. He had been trying to locate the familiar chakra of Sayuri, however he was not having much luck in finding her.
The closer he drew to the administrative complex, the more crowded the streets would seem to become for the male. They would still not get close enough to even consider touching him, but they would be closer than he liked. This would cause his red pupils to begin to glow as the white of his eyes would turn pitch black, his Akayurei activating as several chakra ghosts began to appear within a hundred-meter span around him. There would be multiple gasps at the sudden appearance of the ghosts, and more than a few would back away from him. Behind his mask the male would speak in but a whisper, but his voice would echo throughout every single one of his chakra ghosts. "People of Kirigakure, we are Legion. The Righteous shall hold no fear of us, but the wicked shall know the Angel of Strife. As Lord Sero has decreed, so long as your heart is pure, we shall not harm you. We seek the one disignated Sayuri Yuki, we wish to speak with Daeva. Direct us to her and return to your miserable lives, this is all we ask." The white-haired male would stand in the middle of the street in front of the administrative complex waiting for an answer.
Sensing tech active -0.5 (50m)
Chakra Ghosts -10
Echo -1
