name:chaos
age:13
powers:can turn into any animal/object,can shape single parts of his body,also can control how solid he is
background:The gods gave him his powers to be the protector of Azarath.He trapped Trigon in hell at the expense of being trapped their himself.He is now free,and exploring the rest of the world. Azarath was all he ever knew.
looks:black hair,pale skin(like Raven),ice-blue eyes
clothes:t-shirt and pants that change color to his emotions
height:5'4
*Angel turned her head to the side abit, her closed eyes tightening a bit as though she was having a bad dream*
*Dark stood to her feet and looked at the moon. She narrowed her eyes and then looked back at the grave. She clenched her fist and looked at the grave that lay beside her father's. She uncovered the stone as well and read "Rose J. Sovier". She thought about her mother. Dark closed her eyes and heard her mother's laughter, her father's jokes in the morning as he told her about the battles he had fought. Her eyes opened as she heard both of them screaming. How her father had fought to save her mother's life. Dark clenched her fists and punched the nearest tombstone belonging to someone who was named Jeff Conwin. She breathed heavily and leaned her back against her father's tombstone, feeling saddness and lonliness all bundled into one*