Name: Azrael Darksun Age: 26 Height: 6'2" Species: Burakki Motto: "Death is a welcoming friend." Occupation: Assassin for Team Rocket.

It was a dark day, the day that the calm and playful Burakki underwent the transformation. A cloudy day, when the mist hung heavy in the air and everything was cast in a shady gloom. Once young and cheerful and full of life, the first words the young Burakki-morph heard when he awoke from slumber was; "at least this one survived."
He has never forgotten her, the young vaporeon that used to be his friend before the transformation but alas, she is long dead, dying what he survived. A dark cloud awoke inside him that day, a dark side. He would never forget her. Nor would he forgive.
Giovanni, the leader of Team Rocket, summoned him to his meeting hall and blessed him with a name, "Azrael - Angel of Death". He was gifted with a task, to slay those that escaped and those that betrayed the higher order, Team Rocket.
And then he was unleashed on the world.
Quick to learn and as quiet as the darkness that lurks in his nature, Azrael has had great success as an assassin. Many, many pookamon he has laid to rest, many he has blessed with death.
He wants to die himself, for this is no life, this wretched half-life.
But he is too afraid of death.
If only he could believe his own words...

He is tall and imposing in stature. His eyes blaze with the deep violet of twilight and his hair is but a wild mane of tangled black. There is something secretive about him, something dark that has been buried, but not buried deeply enough. His clothing matches his occupation, Azrael wraps himself in the colours of the night, the gentle embrace of twilight - blue, violet, deep red and black.

He has a cat, a Meowth Pokemon that he calls, simply "Cat". She adores him and he dotes on her. She was once a stray, bedraggled and beaten, that he saved from the gutter.