Character(s) 𝖒𝖈𝖈𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖐𝖞 | 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

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『𝖆𝖟𝖗𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝖐𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖓 』

faerie;;

Different from “fairies”- which are considered to be young and pure spirits- the fae are considered to be evil, dark, and mischievous creatures. Many species derive from them, the most well known being goblins, pixies, and elves. “Faerie” is a word that has been derived from Gaelic “fear shidhe,” which means “’man of the shee.” often times, the fae are referred to as the “folk.”

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“You want battle? I’ll give you war.”

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『Name』

Azrael Kalen Oberon

Azrael means angel of death, the one whom severs the soul from the body. Kalen is a faerie name, and of Irish origin, meaning “strong leader” and “slender, fair.” Oberon is the king of the fae- also meaning “noble.”

『Nickname』

Azzy was a common nickname used among those she is close too; the only person to ever call her this was her twin brother when they were young.

『Age』

The faerie is eighty three in human years. Physically however, she appears is twenty-four. Time in the fae world moves differently than that of the mortals. In faerie culture, she is considered a young adult.

『Gender Identity』

Female, uses the pronouns she/her.

『Sexual Orientation』

Bisexual.

『Species』

High fae, elven to be specific.

『Occupation』

Royalty, General, and Kings Champion.

Azrael is a well known warrior, beginning her training at a very young age. She did her best to win her fathers approval- becoming a general at the mere age of sixty-two.

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”If you’re lucky they won’t find you fucking dead.”

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『Personality』

Azrael is seen as being extremely headstrong, she is extraordinarily cocky and arrogant, and always seems to have a gleam of mischief in her gaze. She is known for being rather prideful. The female is also very astute, and knows how to weave situations to her advantage. She can be seen as impulsive, and however many times she attempts to deny it, she most definitely is. Azrael is a daredevil, always craving her next adrenaline rush. Various bruises and cuts are quite common from the female getting into fights and brawls. She is not afraid to stare death in the face, and more often than not will do what she is warned not too. Sadly, she isn’t exactly the most intelligent person there is, and is often called an idiot. Azrael is also very ambitious and cynical, and has a keen habit of running into situations head first.

Positive Traits

「 astute 」

Azrael takes in every detail of her surroundings. a trait that has managed to help her numerous times. from memorizing escape routes, to being able to discern if someone is lying to her or not.

「 blunt 」

Honest to the point of bluntness, she doesn’t hide her feelings or what she thinks. If she thinks you’re doing something idiotic, she’ll tell you straight to your face without so much as flinching.

「 loyal 」

Loyalty is one of Azrael’s unwavering beliefs. She believes that it comes before all else. Loyalty and duty are what she feels strongly in- even if the way she presents such beliefs isn’t the best.

Negative Traits

「 aggressive 」

Violence is second nature to Azrael. She’s not frightened in the least to hurt someone- no matter the consequences.

「 arrogant 」

Confident to the extent of arrogance, she sees herself as invincible. She’ll boast about herself any chance she gets, taking any and all compliments- even threats- with a smirk on her face.

「 impulsive 」

Quick to anger, she will do as she pleases on the slightest impulse. Born a daredevil, she tends to do as she wishes without fear of the consequences. Being impulsive, as well as hot-headed, tends to be a deadly combination.

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『Overall』

The faerie has long, straight ivory hair that strongly resembles freshly fallen snow. Her skin is pale like porcelain, and her eyes are a icy blue hue, often seeming to shift to a steel blue. At times, they may even seem to be an indigo hue. She has a strong stature despite her seemingly petite frame, and full rosy lips. Scars litter her body in various places, though the worst of them is archaic, ritualistic scars on her back. Their raised and jagged, covering the expanse of her skin.

She is typically seen wearing flexible, sturdy leather armor, meant for easy movement and protection. Her ivory hair is very silky, like woven moonlight, and is more often than not held in a pony tail by a ribbon or strap of cloth. Her once delicate nose is now crooked, from being broken countless times. Her ears are pointed; along with having elongated canines.
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『Overall』

She is an expert in stealth and wielding twin swords, along with being able to control lightning. The faerie has a small affinity for umbrakinesis, though she isn’t trained in using it. She has exceptional combat skills, along with strategic abilities. Azrael has enhanced physical strength, along with enhanced smell, speed, and sight. She can see better in the dark. She has the agility and elegance of a feline. the cold doesn’t bother her; instead the female relishes in it. Her skin is also often cold to the touch.

『Skills』

「 umbrakinesis 」

Azrael has an affinity for umbrakinesis, gifted to her during an ancient ritual. This ability allows her to be able to control darkness- shadows, essentially. She can morph them into shadowy creatures, create solid weapons, even completely block out any sort of light; though the power comes at a cost.

「 electrokinesis 」

Being able to manipulate electricity is one of azrael’s many strong suits. She can summon white to blue bolts from her hands, sending them anywhere she pleases. She can control any sort of lightning during thunderstorms, and is immune to any sort of electricity.

『Equipments』

「 duel silver swords 」

Gleaming silver blades with gaelic runes etched into the metalwork. Azrael can channel her abilities through them, causing the runes to illuminate. Often times lightning courses across the blades. When enough power is absorbed by the swords, she can send out electrical blasts; in a dire situation, she could cause the swords to implode.

「 silver battle armor 」

Silver, elven armor created for the sole purpose of battle; they are able to channel azrael’s power at her fullest. Just like her swords, runes etch across the metal. The armor hugs her body like a second skin- as if her armor weren’t made of metal at all. the armor is enchanted to allow maximum movement. Letting her move freely.

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『Family』

Azrael doesn’t have the best relationship with her family- not after her twin brother passed away. Azrael and her brother were both bastard children. They were the offsprings of king oberon of the fae, and a peasant woman from the winter court. Their biological mother passed away when they were very young, her twin brother being the only person she was close with.

「 achilles oberon, king of the faeries and all courts 」

Her father has been cold and distant ever since her brother was killed. Azrael rarely speaks to him, only when absolutely necessary. No matter what she does, she was never able to bring him back to his old self. Before ice had encased his very heart, and closed him off to the world.

「 elain cardale, biological mother 」

Azrael didn’t know her biological mother very well, as she died when she was very young. From what she knows, she was a kind woman. Well liked throughout her town high in the mountains within the winter court.

「 osiris oberon, twin brother 」

Her and her twin brother both had a very close relationship. almost always together- their chambers even connected to one another. Where azrael was impulsive and violent, he was sweet and charming. He took after their mother, whilst she took after their brutish father. They resembled one another to a T, osiris being a lot taller than azrael was. He died when the two of them were just thirty-two.

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War and Glory

All Azrael has ever known. she felt love- once. What feels like long ago. Centuries, when it’s really been decades. Despite the arrogant smirks, the lopsided grins, the flickers of amusement in her gaze- Azrael always feels cold. Numb. All she knows is violence, how to kill someone in an instant with the snap of her fingers. How to bite the jugular of someone’s throat just right to kill them efficiently. Hate encases her heart in a thick grip.

From a young age, Azrael has always been violent and destructive. Constantly prone to explode into violent fits. The only person ever able to calm her down was her twin brother. The two of them had been inseparable- two sides of the same coin. Where he was kind and calm, she was devilish and quick to anger. He had been the only thing in the world she truly cared about. Up until he died-to the hand of a mortal king. Tricked by the woman he had loved so dearly. His death had begun the start of a war.

After her twin died, she was never the same. Azrael had lost part of herself, an empty hole of nothingness. She got herself into trouble after trouble, getting kidnapped once or twice. Even getting her neck slit open. Each of her scars tell a story, each of them dark and twisted.

Her father turned her into a weapon after that. Ruthless on the battle field, unstoppable.

He spoke to her in a commanding, cold and cruel voice, “become a weapon.”

She obliged.