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Zen ★
Azura Wyrde
| Gender | Female(?) | | Age | 24 | | Height | 1.66 m (5' 5") | | Weight | 55 kg | | Theme Song | Messing With The Best | | Magic | Worldweaver | | Magic Nature | Summoning | | Affiliation | Chaotic Neutral | | Guild | Tartaros | | Class | D | | Hometown | Crocus | | Residence | Coreopsis | | Writing Hand | Right | | Guild Mark Location | Right Abdomen | | Guild Mark Colour | Blooming Cornflower Blue | | |
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Physical Description | Though not a tall woman, Azura still manages to make an imposing figure. With well-kept and silk-smooth blonde hair wrapped up in a ponytail, crystal blue eyes that seem to stare into your soul, and a manner that tells you she'd yank out your liver and feed it to you for a Klondike bar, people tend to give her wide berth. There's just something about her that makes her seem like she's taller than she really is, and it's definitely not (just) the heels. Azura has a rather middling build, neither possessing particularly large nor particularly small female assets. Chest, backside, thighs... Average-sized at best. Her curves might not be obvious, but they're nonetheless unmistakable - nobody would ever think her a man regardless of what angle they see her from. |
Clothing | Azura has a very varied list of possible outfits. Most of these tend to be blue, her own favorite color, or black. Despite that latter color being prominent in most of his clothing sets, one of her most often-worn sets of clothing contains a mostly white jacket with blue stripes. The pants that go with them are black sweatpants, though, with a white stripe. A very casual look, but it's not like Wyrde cares about the opinions of others. Not that she doesn't clothe practically when the situation requires it - she has heavy coats for winter, solid shoes for hiking, and old near-rags with paint stains for work around the house. |
History " Every story, from the most unimportant declaration that you went to get the groceries to the most grandiose tale that survives its teller by thousands of years, has a start. Be it a mighty castle standing defiantly over a great city or a tiny hovel in the dark confines of a backwater village, a luxurious estate out in the countryside or a puddle of mud in a shaded back alley, where this start took place is oft the most important part, and one can say that it is much the same with mine.
Tell you one thing, though. Some say that nobility is a burden of its own, that the lesser people have freedom and happiness that the bluebloods can never have. If anyone ever tells you that, punch their teeth in. When pops made the wrong move and some big family kicked my parents into the dirt, they did their goddamned best to raise me while they had absolutely jack. Mom and dad would go hungry because they had to use what money they had, generally gained by selling the clothes off their backs, to feed me.
Shit, but I'm not planning to make that sacrifice go to waste. Mom's smiles grew more sparing as her face grew more gaunt, and dad started getting angry more often as those dark rings under his eyes grew. For almost all my life I knew nothing more than poverty and hunger as we lived in a small attic we hired above a butcher's shop down in the Perfumed Quarter. I remember the panic when dad didn't come home one night and we found him in a small clinic a few blocks away. He had barely survived getting shanked in a back alley. A couple more inches and that would've been his heart. He could never move his right arm as well as before anymore.
I don't know how far my parents had to go to keep themselves and me alive, and I really, really don't want to. I'm eternally grateful for what they did for me and I feel nothing but burning vengeance towards the people who put them in that place. Not only did they make my youth misery but they almost drove my parents into the grave. They went from luxury to groveling for money, whereas that life of poverty was all I knew. Once, my mother came home with her clothes disheveled. Neither me nor dad asked about the purse full of coins she gave us later and how she had obtained it.
It wasn't until great-uncle Daryn died that light appeared at the end of that tunnel. He had left his entire fortune to his favorite niece, mom. It was mostly thanks to his occasional donations that we all survived, but he had been suffering from severe dementia for two decades. He never recognized myself or father when we went to visit. Hate to admit it, but his death made me happier than his life ever did. We had a house again, an estate even, and when we packed our meager belongings onto a wagon and rode off to Coreopsis, leaving the Perfumed Quarter of Crocus behind for the last time, I felt no regrets. I was fifteen then, and it was the happiest I have ever been in my entire life.
A big house, as much food as we wanted every day, people working for us rather than us working for others. We had money and a steady flow of revenue coming from uncle Daryn's breweries and farms. I guess it was there that I picked up my love for food, always sneaking into the kitchens where the maids always let me walk away with some food. The ones my age started catching my eye as I grew older, and I remember my first kiss from Leira down in the wine cellar when I was seventeen. Such a sweet thing. I believe she still works for my parents today, though I haven't seen her in some time.
My parents no longer have any true authority over the country, but I doubt they mind. Now, they are just the rich owners of a large enterprise, brewing some of the most-consumed drinks in the country. Perhaps I'll one day inherit it, even, but let's hope to the Six that this will still take a long time.
As for me... Well, when I was eighteen, things took a weird turn. I was rummaging around in the attic like I so often did when one of the books caught my eye. Old Orga, the leader of the estate guards, came walking through the library just as I was reading it, and told me that it had been a book of great importance to my great-uncle. Apparently he believed that the book held knowledge of some concept like the meaning of life or whatever. I didn't care much about that - I cared about how the book spoke of how truth was subjective and that reality depended on the observer. It intrigued me, so I took it to my room and read until the sun came up.
It was a thick book with small letters, a veritable tome that lacked any sort of pictures except the occasional illustration of the theories inside. I should not have been able to understand any of it, lacking any formal education other than what my parents had managed to teach me themselves, and yet somehow I did. The more I read, the more I learned. The more I learned, the more I felt something... growing inside of me, for lack of a better word. The more I learned the more I knew.
Without knowing how I did it, I started changing reality around me. When I was hungry, I sometimes looked up to find a platter of food on my desk, though the door had been closed all night. Once, I fell out a third-story window down onto a small layer of snow over solid stone. When I woke up, I was in my bed, tucked in, and nobody remembered me falling. My window was open, though, and there were footsteps in the snow. Exactly one pair of feet, with no trail leading up to it.
One day, I told my parents the truth. It was obviously magic, and I needed to find someone who could help me learn to guide, use, and control it. I didn't leave that very day, but not long after I found myself walking through the streets of the city. Coreopsis. There was only one place for me to go that would help me with the vengeance I still so secretly harbored in my heart. I entered the catacombs underneath the city and started to seek. Through a stroke of luck, I found traces in the ancient dust and followed them to the hall.
Let's just say that the next five minutes were chaos. Eventually things calmed down, and after expressing my wishes to enter the guild, I was put through the testing process. It took a few weeks of blood, sweat and tears but eventually I was in. I started to learn about magic, and soon... Soon I would have my revenge. " |
Relations | her ROOMMATE | Kathryn Levierre |
Personality Azura maintains a rather serious attitude, keeping a cool composure in most situations. That's not to say she possesses no emotions - she's simply good at keeping them controlled. In private, she's a whole different person, though. Her sense of humor is a little dark and a little cynical, but she's a fun girl to hang out with. She definitely likes to drink, probably far more than she should, but she never allows it to go too far. Well, rarely, at least. Though not exactly promiscuous, Azura's definitely not innocent either, and she knows very well how to draw the opposite sex's eye. The same sex's eyes too, of course, depending on the individual.
Azura has a strong dislike for the nobility and other higher echelons of society, considering the cutthroat mentality they have to be a coward's way. She prefers to fight out in the open - even if her summons are the ones who do the most of her fighting for her. She's a brawler by nature, not a killer, and is more than willing to let her enemies off with a bruised ego. However, if her guild requires it, she'll not say no. Azura treats the law as a polite suggestion rather than the strict guideline it is for most citizens, and it shows. Sometimes she skips to violence unpredictably and without changing her expression, even if her emotions are a chaotinc melting pot in truth. |
| SDGSDGH | SDTSDYHSH | | SDHSDH | SDSHSDJH | | SDHSDJD | SDHSDFHJDFJ |
| Total | Earned | Arc Points | | 92 | 0/47 | 0/0 |
| Strength | Accuracy | Stamina | Speed | Magic | | 18 | 18 | 18 | 18 | 20 (20) |
| Jewels Earned | | 18,250,000/21,850,000 (21,850,000 ) |
| Sources | Storylines - 0 SP | 0 Jewels
Missions - 0 SP | 0 Jewels D-Class - 4/4 | Thread Name | Rewards | | Harvested Missions (4) | N/A |
C-Class - 1/4 | Thread Name | Rewards | | Harvested Missions (1) | N/A | | N/A | N/A |
B-Class - 0/4 A-Class - 0/4
Arcs - 0 SP | 0 Jewels | 0 AP
Events - 0 SP | 0 Jewels | 0 AP | Event Name | Month | Rewards | | N/A | N/A | N/A |
Transactions - 47 SP | 21,850,000 Jewels Received | 3,600,000 Jewels Spent | 0 AP Sable Harvest - 47 SP Earned, 21,850,000 Jewels, 0 AP | Name | Harvest Date | Harvested Stats | | Sable Fameires | 11TH MONTH 2014 | 47 SP Earned, 21,850,000 Jewels, 1/4 D-Rank Missions |
Equipment Purchase - 0 Jewels | Name | Quantity | Class | Price | | N/A | N/A | N/A | N/A | | N/A | N/A | N/A | N/A |
TP Purchase - X Jewels Spent | Quantity | Tier | Price | | 13 | 1 | 7,800,000 Jewels |
Jewel Transfer - 0 Jewels | Recipient/Sender | Date of transaction | Amount | | N/A | N/A | N/A |
Completed Loans - 0/0 Jewels N/A
| Magic Type | Summoning | | Magic Tier | 1 | | Magic Rank | 3 |
| Techniques | | Natural | Bought | Total | | 6/6 (2/2 + 4/4) | 6/6 | 12/12 |
Summoning: Ale Spirit | Rank | 3 | | Type | Summoning | | Range | N/A | | Duration | 4 posts | | Cooldown | 2 posts |
Summoning: Ale Spirit | Rank | 3 | | Type | Summoning | | Range | N/A | | Duration | 4 posts | | Cooldown | 2 posts |
Summoning: Ale Spirit | Rank | 3 | | Type | Summoning | | Range | N/A | | Duration | 4 posts | | Cooldown | 2 posts |
Summoning: Ale Spirit | Rank | 3 | | Type | Summoning | | Range | N/A | | Duration | 4 posts | | Cooldown | 2 posts |
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Edited by Zen, Dec 22 2014, 04:31 PM.
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