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!
Listening to him talk about Wendigos seemed to greatly intrigue Azriel whose eyes did not wander from his own. Her lip curled in disgust whenever he mentioned her humanity, it was seemingly the only difference between them. She often envied demons and their undeserved power; having the strength of four men combined was something she imagined would be very useful. Azriel stared at Veteris for a moment, tiredly. She knew demons ate humans, or at the very least devoured their souls to supply the energy needed to generate their...What was it called? Magic seemed far too fantastical and anything else sounded stupid. Whatever it was, demons used humans to make it stronger. But, she'd never seen or even heard of Veteris eating someone. Perhaps this was how he appeared human, able to slip under the radar-human flesh hadn't caused him to become mutilated and deformed. Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer. She briefly wondered if had she not been a hunter, whether she would have found him charming. Her head immediately recoiled at the thought. Hell must've been affecting her. It was a moronic, sleepy thought: the scarlet hunter attached to her prey by nothing more than basic human attraction. Preposterous!
As he talked about Cain, she huffed uneasily, twitching her head as though she expected him to manifest from the fog. When he didn't she turned to look at the demon sat beside her. Too close. He was always too close, she could see the sharp points of his teeth as he grinned. "I don't ask for sympathy, I ask you don't bring up matters that have no meaning. They died. It was horrific. I moved on. There is nothing else to say,"
His chuckle unnerved her. Not wanting to speak with him any longer, Azriel turned her head away and stared off into the foggy distance. She thought about Sirius for the longest time, seemingly regretting the child-like rebelliousness that he had grown used to. He wouldn't be looking for her yet. It was too soon. Her fingers twitched around the razor blade, holding it tightly in her fist. She thought of her mother again and Cain. Gods! This weakness! Her head shifted uncomfortably, her aching legs rolling weakly inwards as she always preferred them to.
Against all levels of rationality, her mind once again wandered back to Veteris. The demon seemed to have far more of a personality than anyone she'd met. She'd never found her kind particularly interesting, not for longer than a few hours. They were either oblivious to the demonic creatures around them and too stupid to know better or were driven insane or murderous by reality. Everyone even Sirius was fighting for some sort of vengeance. His wife had been driven to suicide after their daughter was devoured by some sort of monster. Azriel tried to distance herself from Sirius but he seemed determined to replace the void in his heart by caring for Azriel. She sighed hard, a tear rolling down her face, Azriel was many things but she couldn't be a substitute daughter. Her eyes flickered. She allowed herself to become vulnerable in the demon's grasp and fell asleep.
There was silence for several hours after. But, the girl became twitchy, restless, murmuring things about the medication she didn't want, then the medication she needed. Nothing seemed to make sense, the specters around them seemed hungrier than before. As if, with her walls down, the girl's human nature was even more desirable, but, Veteris' possessive presence kept them away, watching, salivating at the mouth. Jealousy, they lingered wondering why the demon was keeping something so lovely alive.
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When Azriel's eyes opened again, it felt like years that lasted seconds had passed. She had moved in the night, her head was resting on Veteris's shoulder. One hand was sprawled lazily across his chest, the other was in her lap, still tightly holding the tiny blade. His hold around her side hadn't moved; it was still coiled like a snake around her torso. She blinked up at him, his gaze was fixated in the distance, as though waiting for another attack. For a moment, she thought she had felt fingers drifting through her hair, as though desperate to tighten their hold and wrench her head back. The moment her eyes flickered open it stopped and she was convinced they hadn't been there, Wriggling slightly, Azriel's hand tightened around his shirt, her head shifting nuzzling slightly into him. She made a soft noise, like a child whining that they didn't want to get out of bed. Then, in a moment of horrific realisation, the girl snatched her head from his shoulder and the hand on his chest pushed him away as if he was diseased.
Azriel's breath shook in rage as she threw her head back against the hard surface behind them. It was several minutes before her breathing relaxed and she nearly fell asleep again. His eyes had trailed to her shoulder, which had started bleeding with the sudden movement, running down her neck and chest. Her arm was still hanging out of her uniform, she held her hand pinched around the material over her heart, feeling it pound.
Her stomach growled in hunger and she sighed.
A curious thought from the previous night prickled intently in her eyes, "What do you eat?" She asked. Briefly, she wondered if he wanted to eat her, drain her like a personal food supply. He was giving her a playful look and she stared at him, "I hope you aren't planning on eating me," the sneer left her before she could stop herself, "As the old saying goes, redheads don't have souls." She held his gaze firmly, a little unnerved. Her hand drifted to her hair, frizzy looking and tangled. Gods she must've looked horrific. Why did she care?
She broke their gaze wearily and stood, her muscles ached. She wasn't used to having to speak this much in the morning. "What kind of demon are you anyway?" She yawned as though disinterested, "You said Cain is an upper demon. You must be too right? " She wondered out loud, "You're the only demons I've faced and not killed, though," she paused glancing back at him, "At least Cain was able to make me feel fear," the tease was juvenile, intended to annoy him. Fire gleamed in her eyes as a cheeky grin formed across her face. After yesterday, she was eager to return to her usual elusive, unbothered self though there was a flicker of unease as she froze in her tracks aware she could not go far without him. This reality was nothing short of heartbreaking.
A morbid ache hung in the backs of her eyes, she supposed it was caused by the constant squinting through the mist. She longed to sink back down and sleep again, at least then she wouldn't have to deal with him. Their encounters usually lasted a few hours most, how long would it be till one grew bored of the other?
"How long do you think it'll be until other demons figure out I'm here?" She asked slyly as he rose to face her, towering over the girl. "Or is that perhaps your plan? To take me to the other demons as some sort of prize?" Once again, he was suddenly too close. She was too sleepy to notice him move.
How was she ever able to be this close to him at the party? Alcohol was a wicked thing. She remembered his hand on her waist, holding her close as they swayed. His other hand interlaced their fingers, she had almost gagged at the feeling. Now, the same uncomfortable knot was swelling in her stomach.
As he started to make out a reply Azriel interrupted. "Why didn't you kill me at the party?" She blurted suddenly as if his plan no longer mattered to her. When he looked at her, with that piercing gaze, she began to awkwardly fumble with the clothes she was wearing, or half wearing."You had every opportunity to kill me...You could have charmed any girl there, or any guy I imagine," she explained, pulling the strap of her bra back onto her shoulder ignoring as the burn raged. She forced her arm into the sleeve of hee uniform gruffly, then his coat. "You didn't kill anyone...You just danced...Do you tend to try and seduce your targets?"