Physical Description: Azrael looks like a rather average child, one that you can easily loose in a crowded mall. Standing at about 149 cm tall and weighing somewhere around 37kilograms, he is indeed average sized. He has dark brown hair and black eyes, a rather pale complexion due to lack of sunlight and frankly, vitamin D. Except for a few beauty marks on his face and arms, he has nothing else. As for casual clothing, his mother dresses him on most occasions, but he himself prefers less restricting clothes. A t-shirt and some pants would be ideal, as running around the house does not allow the opportunity to wear something more fashionable.

Mental Description: Again, rather average eleven year old. Just having entered his rebel phase but still very reliant on the grown-ups' validation. However, Azrael is rather shy and just generally closed off. More than other children. That is mostly to his isolated up-bringing and complete lack of anyone his age to talk to. That also gives him a bit of a more 'mature' outlook, though in conversations and interactions with people his age he'd be quite lost. He has little to no information and knowledge on popular games, shows, comics- both muggle and wizard. He is a sheltered kid to the max. At the same time though, he is quite kind and that 'simple' mind of a child, not having met with bullying, betrayal and all the things kids experience when a friend on the playground knocks over their sandcastle.

Biography: Azrael grew up an only child to two pure-blood parents in a quiet part of Canterbury. While both his parents were of Scottish origin, they moved to England upon marrying. The Hunt family isn't very well known, but their name did use to appear once in a while in the Daily Prophet back in the day. It's a Slytherin pure-blood family, one that could rival with the many of those in their, so to say, circle family tree, though they are not at all related. However, it was never close to becoming one of the Sacred 28. In general, it was a family who wanted to be them, but never would be.

Azrael's parents, Sara Flock and Corvus Hunt, knew each other at Hogwarts as House mates and later on started dating. Both of them wished to get away from the rather their oppressing families, which still held onto the less desirable traditions and views. After getting married, they moved away from their families and bought a house in Canterbury. Wanting their own life and the life of their future children to not be burdened by expectations of great magic, certain Houses and the same oppression both grew up with, they didn't make maigc or going to Hogwarts a big deal or something to look forwards to even.

Azrael was born and welcomed warmly into the family, who absolutely adored their little child. He grew up being showered with as much affection as the parents could know to give. Mostly though, it was expressed in gifts, travels and other luxuries. As much as his parents tried to give him an awesome childhood, they were too afraid. In their attempt to shield him from the bad and rotten of the world, they ended up hiding him from all of it instead. He was rarely let out of the house and when he was, it was most of the time to play in the small garden they had or to go on a short walk around the small neighbourhood. He grew up being homeschooled and his only friend being the family cat named Kovit- a black and white stray Sara had picked up near the library. Azrael himself later found another black and white stray kitten they named Iris. He was later joined by the third and final cat, a ginger and white cat named Shouto.

Azrael grew up on his mother's books and stories she wrote for him only. He grew up reading comics drawn rather poorly by his father, but it was funny to the child. He had no knowledge of the muggle world, or of the proper wizard world either. When the Hogwarts letter came in on the morning of his eleventh birthday, his parents weren't fast enough to get it themselves and were ultimately forced to explain what it was. Originally, both planned to reject the letter and continue homeschooling Azrael this year, before moving out of the UK entirely in hopes of avoiding any kind of letters.

Of course, now that the letter had arrived, Azrael didn't let any of that happen. No matter how much his parents insisted he was better off without the school and how he'd have no fun with all the rules there, Azrael didn't budge on his own decision to go. That caused conflict and in the end, Azrael all but demanded they send him to the school and earlier than September too. Not wanting to hurt, as they always were reluctant to say no to him, his parents agreed and that's where he ends up in Diagon Alley and then soon after, on the Express to Hogwarts, waving goodbye to his strangely mourning-looking parents.

First Instance of Magic: Azrael himself barely, if at all remembers the incident. His parents certainly do. A five year old throwing a tantrum is a usually normal thing - it would be surprising if one didn't do that. The cause was rather simple, Azrael had been playing with a newly bought toy train and train track. His mother however, insisted he left the toy to go to sleep, while the toy may be new, it was already almost past his bedtime. After a few attempts of coaxing him away from the newly found obsession, Azrael proceeded to throw a fit. Waving his little fists around as he stubbornly sat on the carpet, as a spoiled child does. The only difference was, the toy trains and a few other small trinkets around the room floated a few centimeters up for a few tens of seconds. Luckily, nothing was broken except for the cup his father was holding when he entered the room just in time to see this.