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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
| Harumi "Azmael" Ishiguro; Yum~ | |
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| Kayui | Apr 28 2010, 02:14 AM Post #1 |
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And in the endless pause there came the sound of bees.
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![]() ![]() True Name: Azmael Ahatpa’loi Erilam-Asaros Danbael Given “Human” Name: Ishiguro, Harumi Gender: Female Age: Unknown (Physically 17-18 years of age.) Height: 5’5” (165 cm) Weight: 125 lbs (56.6 kg) B/W/H: 93/63/88 (cm) Description or Image of Character Appearance: So, who's up for a little fun? Occupation: Student /// Lady-General of the seventh spherical congruence twixt the Vortex Elementae and the higher plane of Lust Grade Level: 3rd Year Equipment You Have: Eh, who needs it? Residency Request: Yuki, for obvious reasons that are obvious. Schedule: Homeroom Teacher: Hiro Period 1: Theater Period 2: Art LUNCH Period 3: Music Powers/ Abilities:
Personality Description: “Life is for living, and I intend to squeeze every last drop out of it!” Gregarious and filled with a zest for her own existence, Azmael is a succubus who knows how to do her job and still have a good time. When it comes to something she wants or feels she deserves Azmael will lie, cheat, steal or just outright demand whatever it is regardless of whatever social norms she ends up breaking in the process. As might be expected of a demon she is very self-centered, often putting her own wants and needs far above anyone else, other than those few who manage to get into her inner circle of trusted pets (Read: “friends”). In spite of this selfishness, Azmael is by no means an unfriendly person. On the contrary, she loves meeting new people (especially attractive people) and is something of a partyholic. She can’t resist any significant gathering of people within her immediate vicinity, and will not hesitate to drag one of her friends or even some innocent bystander along with her if she wants to bring a “date”. “It’s not just about looks, you know. It’s about knowing what buttons to push, when to push them, and how hard.” Azmael is not the most attractive girl attending Hyakuji by any means. In fact, compared to some others she’s merely “very pretty”. That having been said, there is more to being attractive than mere looks, and it is this area that she excels in. Charm, allure, charisma, call it what you will – Azmael has it in abundance. Aside from the fact that her very nature essentially grants her a supernatural kind of attraction at all times, she knows how to put emphasis on the right words, make the right kind of eye-contact, and give her hips just the right amount of sway as she walks. This combined with centuries of practice when it comes to human interactions and body language has given her a very acute talent for reading a person’s mood, even the subtle ones of those who try to hide them. While Azmael could give herself a much “hotter” physical form, she likes her more demure appearance (forgiving the oversized breasts, of course) better, as extreme attractiveness tends to make humans of both sexes nervous and uncomfortable, which is the last thing she wants. “I am the Lady-General of the seventh spherical congruence twixt the Vortex Elementae and the higher plane of Lust. In layman’s terms, that means you’ll do as I say, or else you’ll find that Hell is far worse than weeping and gnashing of teeth.” Azmael takes her role as Lady-General very seriously. It’s easy to forget that beneath the thin outer layers of her spunky, flirtatious and outgoing nature lays a deep and twisting sea of unfathomable darkness, but it is ever present. She is still a demon at her core after all, and has no qualms about killing humans if they stand in her way. Essentially, she views most mortals on three levels: scum, food, or pets. This arrogance has been groomed into her psyche since birth, though several past encounters with extremely powerful sorcerers have nonetheless made Azmael wary of certain mortals, especially those who display powers that seem to warp or even collapse entire realities. All in all, this is one succubus who is not to be crossed; a being who never forgets a wrong and never passes on a chance to get revenge. Personal History: Azmael was the seventh child born of her parents, spawned not far from the Demon Realm’s capital city. Those of the noble Danbael line were mostly Incubi and Succubae known for their skills in political intrigue and seduction rather than outright magical power, though they could certainly hold their own when it came to outright territory disputes. Thus far, they had managed to defend themselves from much more powerful Demon Lords for several millennia thanks to their quick thinking. Unfortunately, a series of poorly timed betrayals by several of their supporters had left Azmael’s parents with a dwindling influence that now only covered the seventh spherical congruence twixt the Vortex Elementae and the higher plane of Lust. This territory was roughly a tenth of what they’d originally possessed, and it was a dishonor that did not go unnoticed. Naturally, this meant that Azmael and her six siblings grew up with quite a burden on them. Both her mother and father were incredibly demanding, and every failure was severely punished. Nevertheless her parents did in fact care for their children, or at least did as much “caring” as demonic beings can achieve, but their desire to groom their children into a powerful Succubui and Incubi both in battle and in the bedroom often overrode any semblance of “parental love” they might have. Being witty and rebellious by nature, Azmael never allowed any of this to drag her down, and developed a surprisingly spry personality in spite of the often dark, disgusting, or outright dangerous situations she found herself in. Despite being one of the more pleasant Succubae to be around, Azmael’s enemies quickly found that she was no pushover, as quick to lie, steal, or kill as any other creature of the night. Her talents for seduction and intelligence gathering were noted by several of her instructors, and it wasn’t long before she finally came of age enough to embark on her rite of passage as a Succubus – taking a human soul. The complete consumption of a human soul was considered the highest form of excellence a Succubus could achieve, and back in Azmael’s younger years it was no small feat. Back then there were so many cosmic rules enforced by the “Higher Powers”, the most cumbersome of which stated that under no circumstances was a Succubus to take physical form. This meant that a man or woman’s energies had to be slowly, gradually, sucked from them through their nightly dreams, over the course of several months. It required an impressive measure of skill and subtlety, and was a quick way to separate those succubae who had learned well from those who had not. Azmael had taken hers with flying colors, of course. She had reeled him in slowly, letting the nightly visions of her form remain vague and cloudy at first, then over time she slowly solidified and brought to the surface each and every one of his deepest, darkest, filthiest desires. It had only taken her three weeks to break him, with all of his human friends always commenting on how tired he looked in the morning, and all he could amount it to was “tossing and turning” at night. The poor sap had even gone to a psychiatrist for help with the dreams, but that dumb hack was even more powerless than the victim himself. Yes, the desiccated corpse that had been discovered in the man’s bed pointed to much more than “tossing and turning”, though no one could figure out what had killed him, or why his final expression was twisted into absolute bliss. Eventually several centuries passed, and the foundational barriers between the human world and the Demon Realm had long begun to crack and fade in dozens of places. The drastic increase in magic-users on Earth had led to much more demonic energy being siphoned into the Mortal Realm, and even demons themselves being summoned into the Earth to “do the bidding” of mortals. Azmael herself had even been summoned several times, usually to perform favors of a sensual nature, which she was more than happy to do…for a price, of course. The old rules about taking no physical form were eventually abandoned, as it was decided that the line between the Mortal Realm and the Demon Realm was so vague now that it mattered little. This was when Azmael and the rest of her kind were truly able to have a field day, their physical forms capable of sucking a man or woman dry in mere hours rather than weeks, and with much more pleasure involved for both parties. Azmael eventually became known as a very powerful Succubus, and was a force to be reckoned with as she and her siblings advanced her family’s political position back in her home realm. Sadly, this was when things went awry. Just as it appeared the Danbael clan would rise once more to prominence, all Hell broke loose. No, really. A large and powerful sect of chaste monks known only as the Hands of Purity suddenly burst into the gates of the Demon Realm, backed up by angels too numerous to count, throwing everything into chaos. The monks themselves were normal men, but it was said that they were specially trained and magically fortified so that no Succubus could tempt them, and no warrior demon could stand against them in single combat. Both were unfortunately very true, and between those men and the angels, the battle was a bloody one, and the Demon Realm was losing badly. Azmael fought bravely amongst the armies of darkness, but it was all for naught in the end. The monks and angels managed to reach their target, the Eye of Carnal Flesh. It was a large crimson orb filled with swirling black smoke that was composed entirely of stolen spiritual energy as well as many of the damned souls that had been taken by the succubae and incubi in this sector of the Demon Realm for the past 700 years. It was an important source of magical power for the demons in this area of the realm, including Azmael herself. There was no way it could be allowed to fall, under any circumstances. The Eye of Carnal Flesh did not fall – it was utterly obliterated. The thunderous explosion sent towering plumes of black smoke as well as hundreds of tiny crimson shards scattering in all directions of the Demon Realm and the sudden loss of that much power caused the entire realm to fluctuate as the damned souls swirled out into the open air, free of the orb but still forever bound on this plane. It took reinforcements numbering three times that of the angels and monks before they were finally repelled, but the damage had already been done. Many of Azmael’s magical powers had virtually disappeared as a result, leaving only her most essential traits behind. Thankfully, a plan had been developed for just such a problem. Hundreds of Succubae and Incubi were sent out and tasked with gathering as much spiritual energy and claiming as many human souls as possible, which would ultimately be used for the rebuilding of the Eye. Azmael was named Lady-General of the seventh spherical congruence twixt the Vortex Elementae and the higher plane of Lust, a title which she bore with great pride. The sector of Earth that Azmael ended up choosing was a little area of Japan that was known for its constant breaches into the Demon Realm, a place called Hyakuji that was always brimming with supernatural energies. Of particular interest to her was a High-School located there, and with a little manipulation Azmael would make certain she was enrolled. Taking physical form and preparing for what would be a long time spent on Earth, Azmael took up the name Harumi Ishiguro and began her journey in the school that supposedly “had everything”. Mashed Potatoes? No thx. Edited by Kayui, Apr 30 2010, 11:37 PM.
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| Hiro_Tsukasa | Apr 28 2010, 02:22 AM Post #2 |
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