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Description
Character © TheGamingCentaur
Original Artist: © aomizuneko - Commish - Genie

Gender: Male
Age: 2500s (looks 19)
Hair color: Brown with blue tipped braided tail
Eye color: Blue
Tail Color: Blue
Genie Type: Ancient
Sexual Preference: Straight
Job: Freelancer/Agent of The Order
Loves: Heat, Swordplay, a beautiful view
Hates: Snow, Quicksand, Difficult math equations

Azad was once a civilian within the Ancient Egypt, often getting by from the little work he recieved. Until he was kidnapped by men in hoods, conseiling their faces even in the dead of night. All he heard was chanting with a pain deep in his chest and then everything felt cut off, his sight, his feelings, his body, feeling like he wasn't even existing. Until he felt himself, standing- no, floating in front of several people, as they looked at him with awe and glee. Overtime they used and abuse him, until they lost him in a scuffle, with him and the vessel lost for quite some time. It wasn't until sometime in the 1800s where he was discovered again and later freed by his master, a skilled but lonely swordsman.

The decades passed and the swordsman, now more like a father figure to the amesiac Azad passed away quietly and smiling. It wasn't long before Azad began traveling, wandering across the sandy plains, and remaining there due to how comfortable the heat felt. He dangled his vessel, as he soon began trying to learn how to form a sword at the bottom of his once vessel, but cozy home. As the years went on, the world changed, and he did not change with it. Keeping his gear, his look, feeling a sort of attachment towards them. His mind still felt hallow, even with after figuring out who is family might have been, it still didn't click and never really became a part of his identity outside of his last name.

By the 21st century, he settled into who he was: a dashing man with reflexes to rival most people. He's a skilled master of the blades, wielding what he calls his "Vessel Saber" with claws on his left hand; a shield didn't felt right for him when it came to offense and defense. He knows little magic, only the kind that allows him to move faster, and leap over houses with extreme ease. He's not shy about his genie-side, even often relaxing in it the most, especially when no one's looking. On his good days, he can be a bit of a suave man towards the nearest pretty face he sees before going to work; on his off days, he prefers to be by himself. His job now is being an agent for The Order in the middle east, protecting the mythical creatures that maybe lurking in the desert. But, because the job has some open free time, he also decided to be a freelancer, takign up jobs here and there to prevent his swordskills from dulling out, as well as to help people on the side. All the while trying to keep his simple code of "protecting the innocent," and "do no harm, unless pervoked into defending one's self," simple but words he lives by.

Around the winter of 2013, he ended up going full time into The Order, as actions seemed to have ramped up when it came to attacks on both Mythical Beings, as well as those trying to protect the beings as well. In some photos, it can be easy to spot him in the background. There was even this one time where he was non-stop fighting, seen destroying an apache and later at a US Base on fire with a strange being facing him.

Him without his tail:

Description
Character © TheGamingCentaur
Original Artist: © aomizuneko - Commish - Genie

Gender: Male
Age: 2500s (looks 19)
Hair color: Brown with blue tipped braided tail
Eye color: Blue
Tail Color: Blue
Genie Type: Ancient
Sexual Preference: Straight
Job: Freelancer/Agent of The Order
Loves: Heat, Swordplay, a beautiful view
Hates: Snow, Quicksand, Difficult math equations

Azad was once a civilian within the Ancient Egypt, often getting by from the little work he recieved. Until he was kidnapped by men in hoods, conseiling their faces even in the dead of night. All he heard was chanting with a pain deep in his chest and then everything felt cut off, his sight, his feelings, his body, feeling like he wasn't even existing. Until he felt himself, standing- no, floating in front of several people, as they looked at him with awe and glee. Overtime they used and abuse him, until they lost him in a scuffle, with him and the vessel lost for quite some time. It wasn't until sometime in the 1800s where he was discovered again and later freed by his master, a skilled but lonely swordsman.

The decades passed and the swordsman, now more like a father figure to the amesiac Azad passed away quietly and smiling. It wasn't long before Azad began traveling, wandering across the sandy plains, and remaining there due to how comfortable the heat felt. He dangled his vessel, as he soon began trying to learn how to form a sword at the bottom of his once vessel, but cozy home. As the years went on, the world changed, and he did not change with it. Keeping his gear, his look, feeling a sort of attachment towards them. His mind still felt hallow, even with after figuring out who is family might have been, it still didn't click and never really became a part of his identity outside of his last name.

By the 21st century, he settled into who he was: a dashing man with reflexes to rival most people. He's a skilled master of the blades, wielding what he calls his "Vessel Saber" with claws on his left hand; a shield didn't felt right for him when it came to offense and defense. He knows little magic, only the kind that allows him to move faster, and leap over houses with extreme ease. He's not shy about his genie-side, even often relaxing in it the most, especially when no one's looking. On his good days, he can be a bit of a suave man towards the nearest pretty face he sees before going to work; on his off days, he prefers to be by himself. His job now is being an agent for The Order in the middle east, protecting the mythical creatures that maybe lurking in the desert. But, because the job has some open free time, he also decided to be a freelancer, takign up jobs here and there to prevent his swordskills from dulling out, as well as to help people on the side. All the while trying to keep his simple code of "protecting the innocent," and "do no harm, unless pervoked into defending one's self," simple but words he lives by.

Around the winter of 2013, he ended up going full time into The Order, as actions seemed to have ramped up when it came to attacks on both Mythical Beings, as well as those trying to protect the beings as well. In some photos, it can be easy to spot him in the background. There was even this one time where he was non-stop fighting, seen destroying an apache and later at a US Base on fire with a strange being facing him.

Him without his tail: