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!
Azriel had fixated her eyes at her feet as she noticed his eyes trail down her legs, rather embarrassed by the affair, he referred to her as "graceful" and "artfully designed," compliments were not something she was used to receiving. If people ever did compliment her it was about her hunting skills or her ability to solve problems. The body she was in was nothing but a vessel for her twisted soul. She was surprisingly comfortable with the scars that she had acclaimed but, not because they were "warriors wounds" or whatever optimistic lie Sirius fed the young new recruits. Azriel was comfortable with her appearance because she felt disconnected from her body; it was a tool, a weapon to use against anyone she pleased.
His fantasy of her death was an answer. By the confidence in which he had provided it, she knew he thought about killing her often. How often was she on his mind? Why did she care?
Thankfully, her thoughts were cut off by the shrieking sound of a monster barrelling from the bushes. It was several times larger than Veteris and Azriel and appeared to be some sort of wolfish giant. Their arms were thin and bony but massive claws hung on the edge of the brittle wrists. Trailing her eyes upwards, Azriel couldn't hold back a disgusted frown; it's rib cage and organs were visible and as it stood over them, she ducked to avoid blood dripping on her face. Azriel had never faced a Wendigo before, they tended to arise in freezing climates. She'd read about them before in her lessons but, never paid attention. She'd rather learn on the job than in a classroom.
As Veteris' hand slid round her waist, a small sound left her at the firmness of his grasp but, they were flying backwards before she could protest. As they reached a tree, the girl didn't have time to respond; sprinting after him like her life depended on it (which it did). She watched with wide eyes as he leapt up onto the creatures face and stumbled back unable to hear how he was taunting the beast. Quickly, she slid the bow off her shoulders and knocked an arrow. Her aim drifted between Veteris and the creature. She could get both with one arrow if she really wanted too.
But, her fingers neglected to let go of the drawstring. She couldn't kill Veteris. A sigh escaped her. Perhaps she was more concerned about dying than she thought. As he tore off the creatures's arm, it cried out, turning in rage, kicking her back. She began to splutter in the fog; ice quickly made its way up her fingers.
She was too far away from Veteris.
Grudgingly, the girl began to stand, maintaining the hold of her bow. She crept forward, as quick as her weighted form could manage. She could hear whispers of creatures around her, invisible but hungry. Her feet moved quicker, clicking and cracking as she walked. In the distance, she could see Veteris wildly looking for her. He wasn't paying attention and the beast surged behind him ready to sling a claw.
Azriel fired her arrow straight into the beasts hand, stumbling forwards just enough that she began to warm up again. She breathed heavily, she knew Wendigos could mimic voices. It was a prospect that terrified her. She needed to be quick. Sprinting to the side of the creature, Azriel looked for a clear path to it's heart and readied another arrow as it turned to glare down at her.
"Azriel run!" The voice of her mother hit her ears, coming from the monster's feral lips. She froze at the sound, it was so unfamiliar and yet, she couldn't forget it. The screams that followed after made her fingers clench in anger. It wasn't real. It was just a memory...She tried to calm herself but, it neglected to work. She fired one arrow, then two, then three, relentlessly. She was going to shut the monster up, to make it pay for ever mimicking her mother like that. The first two clattered off the vile, yellow bone but, the last landed perfectly in a lung. She didn't care all she could picture was her mother dying at the hands of a creative, vile demon she didn't know the name of. Another scream left the wendigo's throat. It was her own, twelve year old Azriel, "Mummy no!" She blocked out the weakness. Veteris mustve been loving it.
As it choked, she remained frozen, not bothering to jump as its remaining arm smacked her across the side of the face, sending her flying. The hunter hit the ground with a groan, her lips were bloody but they quickly began turning blue again. She couldn't bring herself to move; stifling the urge to cry. Her mother...Even the thought brought tears to her eyes; she blinked them away, digging her fingers into her skin as Veteris finished the job. She gasped for breath, her body weak with bruises as she tried to lift her head to see him walking towards her.
Azriel shook her head; coaxing herself to remain stoic and undisturbed. She licked her bloody lips as he lifted her off the ground. She swallowed hard, hands resting against his chest for support. Could he feel her legs trembling slightly?
"Guess you make me weak at the knees too," she sneered trying her luck with another pun. "Don't run away from me like that again!" She punched him in the chest weakly, feeling his heart beneath her fingers. A few tears had escaped her eyes but, she held his gaze as they ran down her face. The girl blinked hard a little dizzy from being knocked over. Her head swam.
"D-Do demons ever sleep?" More tears ran down her face as she stared between him and the wendigo's body. Her blood dripped onto his top. "Will you kill me in my sleep? " She disregarded her crying with a change of conversation, lifting one hand to wipe her eyes. Her closed fist around his shirt held a fist daring him to mention her mother. His smirk was undesirable.