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!
“If you’re not going to turn into a little redheaded icicle, I’ll keep what dignity I have left.” He smirked, turning his head and making a show of running his eyes up and down her trim, pale legs. “Besides, I like your legs just the way they are now.”
He hadn’t failed to noticed the glance she had spared the scar on her wrist.
That had been the first time he had done something like this, but he had felt like this hunter was different and wanted to seek her out. He had gone through the trouble to track her down, even hanging close to the Agency, something that he had never bothered with before. It was night, his preferred time, and he had finally found her in an ancient, abandoned clock tower whose bells had long since been silenced. There were little, soft sounds coming from her mouth as she tossed and turned, looking like a girl instead of a huntress. Her lithe form had been sprawled across the floor, her shirt hiked up and exposing her stomach. Veteris wasn’t a vain creature, but it seemed a little unfair that she should still look so temping covered in scars. There was nothing attractive about the ones that littered his body; they were mostly from other demons and so were grisly and disfiguring, with lines of purple and black running in gruesome knots across the scored flesh. Still, she had plenty of marks on her body, and he felt an idea bubbling up to the surface. Cutting her in battle wouldn’t be any different than the ones she had faced before—she would not look at an additional cut with the fear and shame he wanted to instill in her. So he had waited until she had startled awake, those big eyes locking on him with shock (but no fear, which was a little disappointing) and then he had pinned her to the cold wooden floor and inscribed his initial into her flesh. “V for ‘victim’,” he had informed her over her shrieks of pain. “Or for me.”
His eyes lit up at her question. “That’s a good one. Clever girl. There’s more than one way I’d like to kill you. Unfortunate that you only have one life. I suppose I’ll pick whichever way I’m feeling most excited about at the time, or whichever works. But right now, I’ve been dreaming about slowly bleeding you out.” He nodded again at the slim legs. “You’re rather artfully designed; I’d prefer not to rend your limbs. I’d like to open wounds across your body, starting with that graceful neck. I’d expose all those major arteries to the chilling air and let the strength drain from you. Slowly, you’d cease fighting and sink to the ground in a puddle of scarlet. Maybe I’d wrap you in my arms and let you stain all my clothes, whispering dreadful things to you until you finally stilled, and all that was red in your body was your hair.” He shuddered in anticipation, letting out a harsh exhale with a sinister laugh. “That would be something else. I’m getting excited just imagining it.” This would hardly be the first time he had fantasized about killing her, but talking to her about it added a wonderfully disturbing edge to it. He shook his head briskly to clear the absorbing dream from it, grinning. “Azriel, you ask me another distracting question like that, and you just might have your chance to destroy me.”
The hair on the back of his neck rose, and he immediately snapped to attention. An ominous presence was drawing near. He frowned and looked over at her. “I don’t mean to interrupt this tentative peace, but it looks like something may be dumb enough to challenge my claim. Stay sharp. There are things besides demons in this world that would like to gobble you up in one mouthful.”
He waited a moment to see if the thing would realize that the tantalizing human was under the watchful eye of a demon, but it didn’t seem to get the hint and barreled out of the bushes, shrieking.
Just when it was getting good, too. He sighed and turned to face the challenger. “Ah, we finally have a taker.”
Wendigo. Huge. Dumb. Dangerous. Utter waste of his time. He’d been batted around by a few in his many centuries, but things always ended the same, with him standing and shreds of Wendigo wafting in the air.
This was ridiculous. He was going to have to play defender now. With an irritated sneer, he conjured a burning fireball in his left fist. As the creature swung its arm to hit them, he wrapped his arm firmly around Azriel’s waist and kicked back, the push sending them both skidding across the ground. He hurled the hellfire, sending it whizzing into its eye. As soon as they came to a halt against an enormous gray tree, he let go of the girl in a blink, turning to eye her. “Stay close to me if you like breathing, huntress.” Without looking to see if she was behind him, he sprinted forward. The long arms were reaching for him again, but this time he brandished the demon knife he had taken from her when they had transported. “Enjoy this, you freak,” he hissed, slamming it through the beast’s wrist. It bellowed, but the charms on the blade didn’t hurt it like they would have affected a demon. He threw a quick look over his shoulder. “You keeping up?” He didn’t have time to catch her response as claws whistled inches from his nose. He turned back to leer at the beast. “Poor thing. Thought you could face off with a creature from the inner circle of Hades? You’re dumber than you look.”
This had been one of the more difficult days he had experienced in a long time, and between his frustration and his unfulfilled lust to rend flesh, Veteris was in no mood to play nice. He sprung into the air with the nimbleness of a cat and landed on its face, clawing his sharp fingers directly across its eyes. “You wretched thing. I hope you live long enough to regret provoking a demon,” he hissed, grabbing its arm and tearing it from the shoulder with a sickening noise. “I haven’t had to touch one of your kind in ages.”
With a strangled roar, it knocked him away with its remaining claw, and he spun head over heels across the ground, kicking up chunks of powdery brown dust. It made him lose his breath for a moment, but he rushed to his feet in the next instant, eyes sweeping the area for a spot of red. Had he gotten too far away from her?