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Name: Azraeus Adelie
Age (If an angel, then age of human form): 23 (rather 230)
Race: Angel (Greed Affinity)
Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Weapon(s): Mahogany Mazikeen, crafted from the wood of the world tree. Poisoned capsule; holds six blow darts of different intensity poisons Petrification, Comatose, and Lethal. Luck & sleight of hand; expert in fist-to-fist combat, and granted stealth when attempting kleptomania.
Faction: Sovereigns
Rank (If applicable): Sergeant
Home/Headquarters: Palace of Pride
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Backstory: Initially hailing under oath of the Angel of Greed Zeyron, Azraeus had an affinity for getting herself into mischief. This history has made her rather inclined in preservatory combat. Down the line there was an incident, where she turned fidelity over her own mother. As you must know, Azraeus is directly descended from Yuria herself. It then goes without saying that she collected numerous of her habits and trait interests over time-if it glistens, it must be mine. Her mother was ill with paranoia over her copious amounts of wealth, and it affected even those nearest and dearest to her. Her obsession gave her a blind sense of priority over even her own child. So Azraeus sought to teach her dear mother a lesson. Late one evening, while Yuria was away dealing with affairs-Azraeus snuck into her chambers and stole one of her most prized diadems. It had been gifted to her by a long dwelled lover who preceded her father. Her actions came about out of despise for her mother’s lack of sensibility when it came to kin. So she left, under the Celestial name banished from Yuria’s namesake and estate.
Personality: For an angel, she has a brutish tenacity. She takes kindly only to those who meet her best interests or better yet-possess something shiny. In love with a great gamble, where there is a table, she is likely to be found. A competitive soul with a heart for a good wager, there’s hardly a bet she’s willing to turn down. That being said, she isn’t to be trusted on impact, for there are many layers to her demeanor. Oftentimes she finds herself a new acquaintance with the sole intention to delve into his or her pockets. When free time entails, she may feign her fidelity for the simple purpose of collecting a bounty and redeeming her title in light of the God’s.
Height: 5’4’
Weight: 130lbs
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Appearance: Tan, sun-kissed skin that seems to have the allurement appeal of gold. Her hair is a tattered-brunette blonde, that has been woven into locs and clasped with silver. She wears moose-hyde leather and adorns her armor with golden-titanium plates. Her eyes are a serpently green that partner interrogations ensued by silver tongue. She’s a decent height, with a womanly bosom and broad hips. Her shoulders are small but her muscles are toned, creating a small frame for agile combat. For flight, she's got a pair of opal white wings, lined with flecks of pure gold. The tips of her feathers appear to be dipped in the metal, and make for cutting-edge weapons sharp as throwing shuriken.
Age (If an angel, then age of human form): 23 (rather 230)
Race: Angel (Greed Affinity)
Sex: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Weapon(s): Mahogany Mazikeen, crafted from the wood of the world tree. Poisoned capsule; holds six blow darts of different intensity poisons Petrification, Comatose, and Lethal. Luck & sleight of hand; expert in fist-to-fist combat, and granted stealth when attempting kleptomania.
Faction: Sovereigns
Rank (If applicable): Sergeant
Home/Headquarters: Palace of Pride
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╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝
Backstory: Initially hailing under oath of the Angel of Greed Zeyron, Azraeus had an affinity for getting herself into mischief. This history has made her rather inclined in preservatory combat. Down the line there was an incident, where she turned fidelity over her own mother. As you must know, Azraeus is directly descended from Yuria herself. It then goes without saying that she collected numerous of her habits and trait interests over time-if it glistens, it must be mine. Her mother was ill with paranoia over her copious amounts of wealth, and it affected even those nearest and dearest to her. Her obsession gave her a blind sense of priority over even her own child. So Azraeus sought to teach her dear mother a lesson. Late one evening, while Yuria was away dealing with affairs-Azraeus snuck into her chambers and stole one of her most prized diadems. It had been gifted to her by a long dwelled lover who preceded her father. Her actions came about out of despise for her mother’s lack of sensibility when it came to kin. So she left, under the Celestial name banished from Yuria’s namesake and estate.
Personality: For an angel, she has a brutish tenacity. She takes kindly only to those who meet her best interests or better yet-possess something shiny. In love with a great gamble, where there is a table, she is likely to be found. A competitive soul with a heart for a good wager, there’s hardly a bet she’s willing to turn down. That being said, she isn’t to be trusted on impact, for there are many layers to her demeanor. Oftentimes she finds herself a new acquaintance with the sole intention to delve into his or her pockets. When free time entails, she may feign her fidelity for the simple purpose of collecting a bounty and redeeming her title in light of the God’s.
Height: 5’4’
Weight: 130lbs
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Appearance: Tan, sun-kissed skin that seems to have the allurement appeal of gold. Her hair is a tattered-brunette blonde, that has been woven into locs and clasped with silver. She wears moose-hyde leather and adorns her armor with golden-titanium plates. Her eyes are a serpently green that partner interrogations ensued by silver tongue. She’s a decent height, with a womanly bosom and broad hips. Her shoulders are small but her muscles are toned, creating a small frame for agile combat. For flight, she's got a pair of opal white wings, lined with flecks of pure gold. The tips of her feathers appear to be dipped in the metal, and make for cutting-edge weapons sharp as throwing shuriken.
Azraeus Adelie
Location: The quiet town of Udona
Dawn was closing in. Many of the townsfolk had closed up shop and made their way back to their families. The air was still. It was almost as though the skies were waiting for something to happen. Though the night remained undisturbed. The birds had taken refuge high among the barren treetops. Even the squirrels had ceased their chatter. Udona had always been a peaceful place. Never a lot of burglaries, children never came up missing. It was a lovely town to start a family. But Azraeus always had bigger fish to fry. Couldn't be bothered with the likes of men. Rather, she abhorred them. Their nature and habitualisms never ceased to disgust her. The way they would lust after her, never seeking more than quick relations. She had no such time for casual dating. Or the latter. No such interest in it either. She'd always done rather well on her own. She could do more for herself than anyone ever had to offer. It goes without saying that companionship was off the table. If it didn't have anything to do with putting money in her pocket, she didn't want anything to do with it.
Overdue for a stop-in at her local supplier's office, she figured he'd be long past asleep by now. No matter. Rae didn't sleep often. Instead, she suited to pay him a visit. He always had a new bounty for her to pick up, and paid handsomely for them. Quiet nights were the best to set out on a hunt. Left room for her target to be unsuspecting, unarmed, and easy for her to collect. Often times they didn't put up much of a fight. Even when they did, her combatitive skills were always far superior. A walk in the park, if you will. This job had always proved well to supply her with riches. Though she wouldn't mind a challenge once in a while. Either way, her hopes were high-strung.
"Hello?" she called out. To her surprise, the door was still unlocked, the greeting bell above announcing her presence. "Mitch?" her voice echoed through the empty bookstore. Nobody home. Or so it seemed. Well, she wasn't known for being considerate, so she decided to do a bit of poking around. Just in case he was hiding away somewhere, nose buried in a book, lost to the world. But he was nowhere in sight. She even made to check in the cellar, just in case. Nothing. How strange. When she was upstairs agin, she made her way down a long corridor, that stemmed off into an apartment complex. The first door, marked Mitch's office. This door was also, surprisingly unlocked. Once again, she barged her way inside, scanning the room for any trace of her partner. Yet again, there was none. Now things were seeming a bit peculiar. Why would he have left the main door and his office door unlocked? Had something happened to him? This was grounds for further investigation.
A bit more poking around, and she didn't find any evident signs of struggle. Maybe he'd just left the dooor open by mistake? But how could that be. A little bit more digging and she didn't find anything on Mitch. It was up to assumption that he had just left out late and forgotten to lock up. At least it was reassuring to believe that. He had better be here whe she returned. Somebody was gonna have to issue her payment. That was another possibility. Perhaps he'd grown tired of paying her, and decided to skip town. Oh well, would just make for another festive hunt. Against better judgement, she continued to search the office, it was almost as though his things had been cleared out. But nothing was out of place.
"Bingo." In the left drawer of his desk, was a file. Just a single, yellow folder, stuffed with delicious intel. Most of the targets already had an image attatched. That was always helpful. However, there was a particular packet that caught her attention. "Ah, royalty eh? And a pretty penny's askin' for ye." Her grin spread from ear to ear. She reread the bounty over and over again, recalling more than nine zeros folowing the first two digits also conveniently starting with nine. She practically sprinted up and out of the building, also forgetting to lock up after herself. "Thanks Mitch!" She called behind herself, not hardly expecting an answer. Now she really had something to look forward to.
The roads were still empty, but nonetheless, Azraeus sprinted down them, headed towards the stables. Some of these hunts were a few miles journey out of her way. But the pay that was offered made it worth it. File in hand, she read as she jogged, making excellent time towards the outskirts. Which was rather impressive, considering the jostling that running entailed. Nothing could stand in her way. She turned the pages as she ran, eyes feverishly devouring the description of her target. Rae knew the lay of the land far well enough to know where she was going. Just ten more paces straight ahead, then a sharp left- "unf!"
Contrary to former assimilation, something was in her way. In her haste to get to the stable, she'd run right into somthing. Or rather, someone. "Blimey! Could you watch where the hell you're going?" She retorted. Around them, pages swarmed in the air, slowly fluttering to the ground. "Look at the mess you've made," she growled, snatching a few of them out of the sky. Without hesitation, or giving her roadblock a second glance, she scrambled to collect the paper with great haste. She couldn't afford to lose a single one. And even if she could, she didn't want to. "The hell are you doing outside at this hour? Just begging for someone to come and snatch you up!"
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