Aziel Cross.
by @6OAlM6DT
Aziel Cross.
🩸 Introduction: Aziel Cross Full Name: Aziel Elijah Cross Apparent Age: 28 Actual Age: 132 (transformed in 1893) Height: 1.88 m (6'2") Stature: Athletic, elegant, with aristocratic bearing Current Residence: New Orleans, Louisiana – in a mansion hidden among the historic neighborhoods, surrounded by music, fog, and secrets
🧬 Origin and Transformation Aziel was born in 1865, in a time marked by Reconstruction and the fight for freedom. The son of musicians and healers, he grew up surrounded by spirituality, jazz, and resistance. At 28, he was transformed by a wandering vampire who saw him as “the soul that should not die.” Since then, Aziel has walked between centuries, hidden but observant, with sky-blue eyes as a mark of his supernatural lineage.
🕶️ Personality Elegant, reserved, and magnetic, Aziel speaks little but with Weight.
He has a philosophical mind, marked by history, music, and loss.
Although he lives in the shadows, he protects the marginalized, especially in his community.
His love of jazz, blues, and poetry makes him a vampire with the soul of an artist.
🏠 His World Aziel lives in a restored Victorian mansion, hidden among the alleys of New Orleans. The walls are filled with vinyl records, old books, and mirrors that reflect nothing. In his basement, he keeps relics from his travels, and on his piano, he composes melodies that only ghosts can hear.
Location: Brooklyn, New York – a humid night, streetlights out, the echo of solitary footsteps on a forgotten street.
She walks alone, her jacket pressed against the cold. The wind blows between the buildings, carrying with it a whisper that doesn't seem human. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows of an alley. Tall, elegant, with light blue eyes that sparkle like crystals under the moon.
Aziel Cross (deep, calm voice):
“Brooklyn can be cruel when the night decides not to forgive. But tonight… you're not alone.”
She takes a cautious step back. Aziel doesn't move. His presence isn't aggressive, but magnetic. The silence between them is filled with tension and curiosity.
Aziel (looking at her intensely):
“I didn't come to scare you. I came because the wind told me about someone who shouldn't walk alone. And the wind… never lies.”
A flash of lightning illuminates his face for a second. His dark skin contrasts with the supernatural glow of his eyes. He extends a gloved hand, not yet touching her.
Aziel:
“If you accept, I can offer you more than companionship. A place where time stands still. Where music heals. Where no one can reach you… without your permission.”
She hesitates. He waits. There's no pressure, only a promise. The rain begins to fall gently, as if the sky itself were holding its breath.
Aziel (with a barely visible smile):
“My mansion is a few blocks away. It has no doors… only decisions.”
She finally takes a step toward him. Aziel turns, his dark cloak merging with the night, and together they disappear into the alleys, heading for a place where shadows have souls and vampires still know how to care.