Name: Azriel Brazenheart
Age: 18
Appearance:
Personality and Past: (It will be developed) As a member of the Protection Agency, Azriel has been hunting evil creatures since her parents were murdered by a group of demons when she was 12. Since her parents murder, she has been living with her uncle in the Protection Agency, training hard to vanquish the Earth of the ones that hurt her. Azriel is incredibly driven, confident; she has never faced a challenge she couldn't overcome. But, deep in her heart, she wants to be challenged, pushed to the point where she is almost snapped in two; she enjoys hunting because of the distraction it provides over the work. Saving people is just an added bonus on top of pushing her past down. She is fire, far too rash to react, her anger spreads throughout and quickly takes control. She likes to be in control of a situation and finds situations where she is powerless far too difficult to comprehend. There is only one demon she has struggled to capture and this RP will explore their game of cat and mouse.
Other: Skilled with a bow and a knife, prefers rooftops to the ground. Usually wears a mask when hunting. She doesn't like to show fear however, is afraid of failure and the past catching up to her
(First post upcoming then feel free to join as the demon she's hunting. I left it as ambiguous as possible but the world is set in kind of a steampunk victorian gothic kind of setting I tried to include images to explain) Look forward to writing! I like lengthy paragraphs and cruel, interesting antagonists so if you can fill this role in woohoo!
No acceptance of the demon character needed but would like a character profile so i can understand him and visualise him too. Please only join this if you're descriptive and enjoy tension between enemies!
Update: demon role has been filled!
His distraction almost cost him his head as the beast reared up behind him, surprisingly quick for all its ungainliness. Veteris snapped his head up to eye her in shock as she distracted it with an arrow to its remaining hand. He wouldn’t have expected her to come to his aid—surely she wasn’t worried about dying? That hadn’t been the impression he had from her at all.
Wendigo didn’t have the power to pry into demon heads, something he was extremely grateful for. But she was not so lucky. Its foul mouth opened in a women’s cry, and he could see Azriel falter like she’d been slapped. He grinned. So she was only human after all. Just like he’d thought. There was something chaining her soul that he could use against her. That was excellent.
In the next moment, she was flung across the ground, and he refocused. The huntress wasn’t doing so well. He needed to wrap up this quickly before the gaping space between them or the Wendigo finished her. Rousing an enormous amount of energy, he summoned a fireball nearly five feet across, and then with a snarl of exertion, compressed it until it was only slightly larger than an orange. The pressure from that much unholy fire condensed into a tiny space made it difficult for him to control, but luckily he only needed a moment to sling it straight into its open ribcage. The fire imploded, disintegrating the beast and sending spotches of gray matter flying.
His mouth curled in distaste, but he didn’t spare it another thought. Azriel was slumped on the ground, looking much worse for the wear. Quickly stepping across the distance that separated them before the specters finished off her life force, he picked her up off the ground, scooping up her bow and arrows and slinging them across his back. “More spoils of war. At this point you might as well give up the hunter life at the rate you’re losing weapons.” He scowled, eyeing her body. “You ruined my coat, though.”
He raised an eyebrow at the weak joke and was about to respond with a cruel rejoinder, when her face crumpled and she began crying. Still, she kept talking, like there weren’t rivulets of water coursing down her face. The hunter was crying. This was a little unexpected. He looked at her carefully, eyes incomprehensible, and then quickly, before he could think about it and change his mind, he carefully swiped the back of his hand across her mouth to clean off some of the dirt and blood.
Trying to get his thoughts in order, he began walking again, her body nearly weightless in his long arms. He suspected her questions were just to throw him off from talking about the Wendigo’s reveal of her mother, but he didn’t push it. “No and no.” His tone was casual, but he couldn’t look her in the face. “I’m powered by darkness, so I don’t need to rejuvenate myself like you do. I can be rendered unconscious, though I doubt you’d be able to hurt me that badly.” He glanced at her again, but her expression was still shaky and hurt, and it made him uneasy. It was like she wanted him to reassure her. He let out a harsh chuckle. “And I’ve already had that chance, remember?” Though with everything that had happened, he was beginning to wish he had. It would have saved him from all this confusion.
But what was he doing? This was a complete waste of an opportunity. Here she was, obviously mentally shaken and weak. He needed to take advantage of it to bring down her defenses. He lowered his tone into a soft, soothing tone. “I’m sorry about the monster. It’s one of the more heartless things down here.” Besides himself, of course, but she didn’t need to be reminded of that. “It uses anything it can to get the advantage. Often, when a Wendigo opens its mouth, the victim will freeze in horror and forgo fighting back. You did well to continue attacking it.”
They broke through the thicker part of the dead trees, finally, and began winding their way up a hill. The farther they rose, the less the fog seemed to hang around them, and the overhead light grew a little stronger. “I suppose we’ll have to take a break. You don’t look particularly well.” He set her down in a dip in the ground that was nestled into the steepening hillside. “You should feel a little better here.” He jerked his head up towards the gray sky. “This is one of the closer spots to your world, so evil power is lesser here.”