Description
The image is not mine. It will be taken down if asked.Age/Date of Birth: 26, December 18th
Gender: Female
Race/Ethnicity: Avrelle/Pakechan
Appearance: Avia is a tall woman with a very ample figure and a tiny waist. Her curves are radical, and she is prone to wearing clothing that only exaggerates the fact. Her hair is now long enough to touch her knees, though she normally wears it up in an extravagant bun held by red chopsticks, or she has it loose around her shoulders. She has an abundance of scars that she hides with a skillful amount of carefully applied makeup. Her favorite color seems to be red, as that is the most popular color seen in anything she wears and owns.
One other thing about Avia. Her bones are hollow and slim, and there are many other little factors that go into her weight, which, surprisingly, only adds up to a stunning seventy pounds. Impossible?
Quite.
Equipment/Weapons:-
PinKnives: Exactly as they sound, they are hair pins. Shiny, silvery things. Very pointy. They are also throwable knives.
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Quellazaire: An odd weapon? Perhaps, but for Avia, it comes in handy, especially with a pack of "special" cigarettes, made only for assassination purposes. Poison smoke works wonders.
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Avrillian LongswordHistory
Avia, young as she is, has lived many lives.
Not literally, but the experiences she has lived through may as well make the statement true. Once an assassin, raised by none other than her parents in the art of murder, she was put into a group of children raised the same as herself. The sons and daughters of a forbidden art, used to raise money to clear the debt of their guardians. Their leader was Ateles, a young man who had come from a town far away, unlike the rest of them, who had grown up together. Upon first meeting them, Avia's family hated him. She hated him, too.
However, as time went on, and events passed, she found a fondness in him that she found in no other man.
This was probably the worst choice she could have ever made in her life, for when the assassination group was found out, they scattered, and Ateles disappeared. While they all regrouped, he did not come back. Caitus, Lycaon, Vipera, they all said he was dead. He would have come back by now if he was not dead. He would have found them, but no. He never came back. He had died.
In the following years, what was left of the group kept in contact, but went their separate ways. Avia had always been a dancer and an entertainer, tricking men into her favor before she poisoned their drinks and fled. Because of this, she joined a traveling circus to make money and get away from the law enforcement back in her homeland. She traveled worlds. She stayed in the circus for seven years, and in those seven years, her boss, a short, greasy, fat Frenchman, became more fond of her. She grew into a strong woman, and he admired that...however, she did not admire him. She tried to escape once she had paid off her dept, but with the help of various bodyguards, detained her and bound her to himself using magic. A tattoo of a gnarled magnolia tree, made up of the words of her contact, was printed on her skin, from her temple to her knee.
Somehow...she escaped. She fell into the lake and was saved by a brawler mage, Paul, and his dragon, Ichiro.
Months after, she found herself drinking in Gambit's bar with Drakus Flavaar. He offered her a job, which she desperately needed. A job as a dragon keeper. It payed well. Of course, she accepted, though she was rightly drunk at the time.
Another few months passed, and so did tragedies and joys at the Flavaar residence. She found out what a cheat and a lie Drakus was, first deceiving Liz, one of his researchers, when they were younger, then mourning for his wife while courting another woman. She met a man made of diamond, and his name was Daniel. She hated him at first, but, just like Ateles, events passed and time went on, she became very fond of him. There was controversy in this. Daniel was a Sith, and his master was a cruel, horrible woman called Darth Widower. The witch attempted to kill Avia, and in doing so, killed a good friend of hers, Jorin. It was around this time that she met Lumierre, an elfen princess that was friends with Drakus. Later, Avia figured out they were more than friends. She created a strong bond with the elf. They went through many trials and tears and laughter together, and they continue to do so.
After the ordeal with Widower, a dragon was born, given to Avia to take care of. Lumierre had been there, and so had Liz and Drakus. She named the dragon Ese.
Eventually, Avia rid herself of the large tattoo, but four letters from the contract would not disappear. She found, as well, that the poison and the magic that bound her to the Frenchman had not left her. Only Alrion, Drakus' brother, knows this, and he has promised never to tell a soul. They did not need to know.
Now, there is a problem with Ezrael, who is Drakus' son. Through the events that deal with him, she has met Jasenga, a curse laid onto Kenji, and also Alrion's girlfriend, Eve, and then Sie, a drow woman, and countless other people.
However, as the months and horrible events passed, the time came when the Flavaar manor burned down on Ezrael's command. Everything Avia owned was burned with it, save for a few weapons. As she rode with the companions that Drakus and Alrion had gathered, she was given the chance to take Ezrael's second form into a diamond. Sie had the first shot, but it was thrown away. She and Alrion gave Avia the chance, and she took it.
What they did not know was that the truly evil Ezrael was the original one after all. He summoned a meteor down from space to hit Terra. She and Daniel boarded his spaceship in an attempt to destroy it before it landed. The weapons did not work, but Daniel had one thing left. He had a bomb. Knowing that his chances of living were higher than Avia's if the bomb went off, he shoved her inside of an escape pod, sent her on her way with a last teary goodbye, and sacrificed himself to stop the meteor. It worked. Daniel became a dead hero.
And he left Avia to wallow and drink away a life without him.
-ah. But...it really did not work out that. Things don't tend to be that simple in Avia's life. She was not left to wallow in her apartment and mope. Ezrael haunted her dreams from the dead, scarcely allowing her rest. And, one day in a drunken stupor, he visited her waking life from the world of the living. He had somehow attained a new body. One year after his, and Daniels, death, Drakus felt the need to revive one of the Ezrael's. The one she had before imprisoned.
After that, Ezrael had come to Avia, and only trouble followed.
So begins...
Avia peered into the bag with a long frown on her face, one hand still clasped onto the back of her head. She was slightly dizzy. The rush, combined with smashing her head on a stair edge, had her taking missteps as she reached over to grab Adam by the back of his collar and drag him off.
All the way to the WCPD.
Avia was just walking back from the WCPD after having dropped Adam off.
She was still in her short night gown, and though scantier things had been worn by Wing City denizens, the fact that it was distinctly a night gown earned a few stares. It had black lace at the neck and the hem, and was a boisterous red. Her hair was pulled up into a loose, messy ponytail over her shoulder. She was barefoot.
Her cheeks were rosy from the long walk and the brooding anger that she was holding in the whole time. She saw no shame in her wear. No, she could not find any room to care.
That was, until she spotted Aiya and Sophie, and not until they were right in front of her, too. She stopped and blinked.
"Oh. Well. I did not expect to see you two."
"Can I get this?" Sophie asked, thrusting a small dress in front of Aiya's face, or at least as high as she could reach, and receiving a non-committal shrug from the woman. "I guess?" Aiya reached for her wallet and slipped out a note to pay, only for Sophie to be distracted again.
"Avia hi!" cried out the child, "What are you doing here? And dressed in your pyjamas." A giggle escaped her lips as Aiya swept around on the spot, not noticing the money plucked from her fingertips by a greedy stall owner in exchange for the dress in Sophie's hands. "Huh what? Ah- uh hey, Avia." Aiya's eyebrows dipped as she spotted what Avia was wearing, confused for a moment, mouth flapping like a fish as she tried to decide whether or not to say anything. She chose not to.
"Hi." Avia tiredly smiled down at Sophie. She looked down at her nightware, then closed her eyes with a sigh. "This? Oh, don't you hear? Wearing your pajamas is all the rage these days. It's what the cool kids do," she joked. She turned her eyes to Aiya. "Hey. In all honesty, ah...I just put Adam in jail after he infiltrated my home with weapons. He wasn't trying to kill me, not yet, anyway, but he flung a special grenade into an area where he could have killed someone. I still don't know if it has."
The day just started and it was long. The dark circles under Avia's eyes said something about that.
"What are you two up to?"
"Oh..." Aiya said, sounding unsurprised, "Yeah he was always weird. I was kinda worried he would put an evil AI in my neck that made me attack people or something... When I got to know him I mean. I didn't know about him until after Orion."
Sophie however raised her dress triumphantly. "Can we go home and try this on?" she asked with great urgency and excitement. Aiya smiled awkwardly down at the girl, then shrugged. "Sure I guess... We're going to go," she added, looking to Avia.
Except they weren't so fortunate. Recently tipped off that some defunct Orion tech was in the nearby area, and by mere chance of having to operate literally next door to the plaza, a group had their eyes on Avia, Sophie and Aiya.
Vidious Renati was dressed in black synthetic silk robes with long sleeves, matching gloves and a cowl to cover his head. Two men, his infamous Sleeveless guards, walked beside him, dressed almost the same but with veils covering their face and their trademark lack of sleeves. They approach from the rear of Aiya and Sophie and made no effort to hide themselves. And much more subtly weaving through the crowds was a ninja-dressed skeleton and a man all too tall.
They were a part of an infamous group, the Assassin Society, and they had come to lay claim on what they felt was rightfully theirs. For now no weapons were drawn and no ill-intent laid in the direction of the three girls.
There was a problem.
Typically when Char moved through crowded cities, he used a combination of his grapnel lines and his rocketpack to move from rooftop to rooftop to expedite movement from location to location. On a particularly long flight, however, something seemed to have clogged one of the intakes for the pack, and as a result one of the six engines on his back had a violent flame out while the other two on the same side sputtered and lost thrust for the most part. The result was a huge red armored Mando'ad spiraling out of control through the air, trailing a corkscrew of black smoke as he spun out of control, the rocketpack shrieking as it's thrusters were overtaxed by his armor's weight. Most people would be quick to move out of the falling merc's way as he landed hard on the street at a roll, though the unyielding surface of a wall would halt his lateral movement with bone-jarring force before he could bleed away all of his inertia. Groaning, he stood and stretched, and generally nobody could have missed his entrance.
"Shabla sen'tra! Wayii, mirdir ni shukur ner kovid."
After muttering to himself for a few moments, he shook his head and attempted to get a bearing on his location.
"...yes, I suppose you don't remember much, Aiya, do you?" asked Avia, folding her arms. She glanced over Aiya's shoulder and over Sophie's head, nothing the movement of three figures. They weren't...too noteworthy to Wing City standards. "Well...there's not much I can do about that, I guess. You two have fun. That dress is awfully pretty, Sophie. I think you'll look very nice. I'm off, t-"
Someone fell out of the sky.
This was not always a strange thing. People fell out of the sky sometimes. Just not all the time. Thus, due to the nature of the event, it did, indeed, demand attention.
Swiftly, Avia held up a finger to both Sophie and Aiya, then closed the distance to the person...the...thing that had dropped from the heavens.
"I could make a lame joke concerning the pickup line 'did it hurt?' but I don't believe it's the time. Are you alright? Can you understand me?" the woman asked the merc.
Aiya's attention also turned towards the fallen man as her mouth opened up to let out the most confused; "Char?" Sophie's response was a little less polite, bursting into laughter and pointing at him.
Until Vidious drew in close. "Excuse me," came the cool tone of his voice washing over the group, along with an atmosphere of dead air. Not dead as in rotting, but dead as in absent of life. Stale. "I couldn't help but recently notice that one of you people accessed the wireless connection of the defunct Orion Industries. I find it curious that it would bring me to you three." His pupils drifted from woman to woman, then to Char before dismissively moving on. He didn't recognize the man as important. "As one of the benefactors of Orion Industries I'm going to have to ask you to surrender all Orion Industries assets to our hands."
Aiya raised her eyebrow. "Well... I can't. It's wired into the back of my neck and I don't have an-"
"Your equipment is of little concern to us." By now the presence of Old Bones and Chilx would become much more noticeable, the skeleton and the extremely long-legged man now standing close enough to be 'at the ready'. "Our focus lies more with Android X-6."
"Wh-"
"Go away!" Sophie shouted, "You never found my brother so I won't go with you!"
The level of her voice started to garner concerned looks from nearby passerby's.
"Ma'am, in my experience there is never not a time for lame pickup lines. For example, I might counter your line with, "Have I died and gone to heaven, because I'd like to sleep with an angel". Anyway, I'm good to go. Think I broke my pride in the landing, but it'll get better I guess. Don't guess you've got a line on a Jetpack repairman, do you?"
He dusted his armor and kama off, doing a quick systems check over his HUD. Everything came up green, so he figured he was mostly good to go. Little bruised up, little dizzy, but the armor took the brunt of the damage, and the CNT emergency systems locked up before he could dislocate or hyperextend anything. He had a feeling he was going to be stiff for a couple of days though. He glanced over at the familiar figures of Aiya and Sophie and raised a hand in cordial greeting.
" 'Cuy. Sorry to drop in on you ladies unannounced. Purely by chance, I assure you."
Avia smiled at him. "Well, the only one I knew I just threw into jail, but it's good to hear that you're alright."
Upon observing that the girls and the crashed man were at least acquainted. She pointed between them and became to speak, "So..." but trailed off as the two men she'd spotted earlier had engaged them in conversation. With Sophie's outburst, Avia walked away from Char and made her way in front of Sophie and Aiya.
"I'm sorry, gentlemen. Is there a problem?" she asked fearlessly. She was dressed in nothing but a scanty silk nightgown, with no shoes, with her hair uncombed and loose, and she spoke to two very sketchy men fearlessly.
Vidious was quick to dismiss Avia with a flick of his hand and, "No problem. A matter of business. And your chance for involvement ended when Orion Industries did. We only wish to reclaim our liquidated stock." He tilted his head forward slightly and uttered. "However... I am a busy man, and I will not hesitate to seize stock from those unwilling to relinquish it on their own." His hand now gestured left and right to his two men, then to Chilx and Old Bones behind her.
He did not even seem to notice what she wore or that she was fearless. If she was an immovable object, he was an unreadable one, blank in expression and tone neutral and nonthreatening.
Aiya had since taken a hesitant step backwards, grabbing Sophie's shoulder to pull her along. "C'mon Sophie, let's go," she murmured softly, only for a soft shink of three metal claws brushing over Chilx sword caused her to freeze and turn around the face the incredibly tall, veil-faced man. In the mix of it all, Char had apparently been forgotten.
"Well,I'm not about to speculate on what it is that I've dropped into the middle of, nor am I about to play at being a hero and try to break up what looks to be a fight shortly when it's none of my business. What I am going to do is shamelessly self promote my business by saying that I have a reputation for completing any job or solving any problem, no matter how strange or conveluted, for a nominal fee which can be discussed before or after the job has been agreed to at the discretion of the hiring party, and priced on a scale to suit the income and needs of the hiring party, with emphasis on affordable service. That being said, is there anyone present who'd like to hire a bodyguard, enforcer, mercenary, or a guy in red armor to smash something?"
In the world Char was used to, there were three kinds of men. Good Men, who sacrificed themselves in order to serve others, Bad Men, who sacrificed others to serve themselves, and Paid Men, who sacrificed nothing and served whoever paid well. Once upon a time he'd tried to be a Good Man, and had fully devoted himself to the betterment of his Aliit and his fellow Mando'ade. In that time his wife left him to start a clan of heretics, his clan came to ruin because of betrayal, his leader shattered his skull because he did not wish his people to go to war for nothing, and his bank account reminded him of a doughnut shop.
Right about now Char Ge'kyrayc, formerly Silas Nalfien, just wanted to get paid before he got shot.
Avia cracked her knuckles, fist meeting the palm of her opposite hand. A lopsided smirk came across her face. "Try me, then. I'll take all three of you on. All at once." Her gaze slid over to Char. "I can't promise you money I don't have, but I do promise that you won't be getting anywhere by joining them. If I have to face four of you, then I'll take down each and every one."
"I, on the other hand, will pay you well for your assistance," he offered calmly and cooly towards Char. "Allow me to briefly fill you in on the history of our encounter. I funded a group known as Orion Industries who served as a cauldron of scientific ideas to produce me superior assassins and weapons. They mostly failed, but they did take a small child and make her into a literal killing machine." His attention drifted from Char to Avia. "That girl is known as 'Android X-6' and stands before me, hidden between two women. She belongs to me and my company, the Assassin Society. This is your final warning. Hand over my assets."
Aiya, mostly quiet until this point, had finally found her voice bubbling up like an angry pot. "You can't take her!" she released from a powerful set of pipes only matched by her father, "She's mine! And I won't let you kidnap her!" All confidence started to drain away from her face as she looked down to see Sophie (laughably easily) pushing her arm away. "If... If you want..."
Sophie took half a step forward and paused, glancing back towards Aiya. "Yeah, I want to stay with you," Sophie told Aiya before she looked back at Vidious, "I just want to break the fleshy's face in." Aiya's face went from relief to panic in a split second, whilst Vidious let his eyes shift from each individual to the next as if calculating his next move.
"So the ad'ika's a droid, eh? Interesting. Well, if we're going to be talking payment, I'm going to see figures and draw up a contract. Surely those too little ladies will wait for you to finish business dealings with me so I can have a rematch with Aiya there, yeah? And if that other lady wants to join in the fray, I'll entertain that too. 'course, again, this is after all the business dealings are settled. I'm not about to get stiffed on the bill for this, Aruetii."
He popped open a panel on his inner left wrist and revealed a battered keyboard, which he began typing away at as he drew up a contract. A lengthy, distracting contract, full of jargon. One which would most certainly need to be read after he finished writing it, which would be another lengthy process. On top of that, there was the discussion of exchange rates which would need to be taken into account, and then he'd haggle price with this supposed assassin... Essentially he'd chosen that if he were to be paid to fight the two people he'd had lunch with a while back, they'd have plenty of time to not do that while he dickered with their assailant.
The other party was an unknown, but seemed eager for a fight, and he'd be willing to supply if the swung first. Otherwise, he'd ignore them in favor of his current business deal.
With any luck, he might get paid up front to not fight these girls. Money for nothing was the best kind.
Avia clenched her fists, one lowered down to her hip, the other raised. She sank into a low stance. "Aiya, Sophie, you guys stay back. I can take care of this on my own," she warned. She beckoned to the three. No, four of them- the mercenary too.
"Come on. I'm not going to waste the time waiting for him to finish" she spat. "If you don't throw the first punch, I will."
Vidious raised a hand to Avia as if to pause. "He's right, of course," he stated simply. "Why don't we convene for lunch to manage a contract on the apprehension of the android. The ladies can all go and we can all put our weapons away." Not that Vidious was afraid of getting punched. The moment knuckles touched his face there would be almost nothing that could be done to save her. Him? Oh, he wasn't too worried about his well-being. His guards, on that prompt, slipped their revolvers away. "And we will deal with this conflict when everyone is back and the deal is concluded, hm?"
"You're just going to let us go?" Aiya asked, confused.
Vidious tilted his head. "If you return, yes."
"Well, I must admit I wasn't expecting to get lunch out of the deal, but I do believe a less hostile environment might be more conducive to business dealings. Where and when would you like to do the meetup for that?"
He glanced over at the girls, hooking his thumbs in his belt and nodding, his monophotoreceptor 'eye' dimming as it came out of combat mode. Over all, his general demeanor had been entirely relaxed the entire time, and while he'd been ready to act defensively if needed, he wasn't particularly aggressive or ready to attack. Mostly he just seemed bored.
"Well, Aiya, looks like we'll have to postpone the rematch, unless you wanna go for funsies. I prefer not to fight when I'm not getting paid, but it looks like your friend there is really in the mood, and I'd hate to deny someone a little bit of fun."
Avia glared at all four men, eyes switching between them. She backed away, reaching her hands over to grab Sophie and Aiya. "Very well," she said to them. "Untill next time, yes? Yes."
She would then begin to walk away with them, still looking at the men warily.
"Let them go," Vidious ordered with a gesture of his hand to dismiss his men. "I would advise reconvening at this point at two pm sharp, or I will not show this degree of lenience in the future." And with that the assassins retreated, the skeletal Old Bones and the incredibly tall Chilx backing away and melding into the crowds the best they could. The sleeveless guards remained at Vidious side, naturally.
Aiya grabbed onto Sophie's shoulder once more. "C'mon," she whispered, "Let's go." Sophie let out a loud whining noise. "Aww! But I wanted to fight the fleshy!" she answered, but reluctantly started to retreat with Aiya. "Avia, are you coming?" She also cast a very very very grateful look towards Char and mouthed 'thank you'.
