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's hand had flown up to the knives in her hair so quickly that the drop of a dime would have been slow in comparison. She glared at Ezreal as the gun clicked. "I can throw this knife faster than you can raise and shoot that gun. I promise you."
"It's not loaded," Ezrael said, and calmly dropped it to the floor. "But let's be serious now, Avia. Aren't you tired of it all? Tired of me?" His right arm remained calmly behind his back as his left slowly lowered.
"I'm willing to sever our ties and leave you alone forever if only you return to me what was rightfully mine to begin. My magic."
Avia barely stifled a chuckle. She glided past him to the balcony, hands grabbing onto the railing. She didn't actually feel threatened by Ezreal, but sometimes he surprised her. Turning her back to him wasn't something she was terrified of, however.
"I was wondering when you'd ask," she said, turning back to smile at him tiredly. "I don't know what it is I'm tired of, but perhaps a quieter life would suit me. With these powers, I certainly won't have that. Take them, Ezreal. I don't care what you do with them, anymore. I don't need to be the one who stops you."
"There is one hitch," he said, turning about smoothly to face her as she passed him, "There are only a few ways to transfer the powers back to me." He raised his left hand and let it fall.
"I'll be frank with you, Avia. One of the reasons I was trying so hard to 'win you over' in the past was because sleeping with you would be the fastest and least painful way to get my powers back. But like giving up my powers in the first place, that was a juvenile and foolish notion."
He was, of course, lying through his teeth, but wore the look of a sober man.
"Bullshit. I don't believe that," said Avia as quickly as the words left Ezreal's mouth. "You didn't give them to me by sleeping with me, so there's obviously another way for me to give them back."
She didn't know it, but her cheeks were red. "Right? I don't believe you! I don't want to believe that!"
"Of course there are other ways. One is a lengthy ritual that requires components I don't think I'll find for weeks. Another is painfully ripping my magic from your body which could leave you incapacitated for up to a week. And the last is killing you and catching the magic in a sort of dream catcher, but we'd probably need a good necromancer for that."
"Or, we it could take thirty minutes right now." That was his estimation. He raised his left hand up in a shrug. "It's your body, I'm not going to impose on you."
Avia spluttered in laughter. "You think you'll last thirty minutes? Don't flatter yourself, Ezreal." She turned away from him and walked into the living room, shaking her head. "Weeks would be fine with me. Even the pain would be fine with me. But you not sleeping with me is the last thing I have over you, and you're not taking that! You're insane."
"Oh please," Ezrael said with a roll of his eyes, "Is this really the last impression you want to leave? That you're not only playing my game but also you want to 'win'? Are you so concerned with pride that you want me sticking about for weeks?" He merely shrugged. "I thought better of you than to stoop to my level."
"Oh, zip it, you selfish oaf." She lifted her arms dramatically in a wide shrug. "I don't know why I expected anything differently from this meeting! You're as ridiculous as you are... well, stupid. Ezrael. Boy. Why don't you explain to me why sleeping with you would transfer your powers back to you and not something like, say... a kiss. A pat on the back. A slap to the face!"
"I was a demon in the past," he said with an awkward cough in his throat.
"An incubus? Because if you weren't, I'm not buying it," Avia groaned flatly.
Ezrael raised his hands and let them fall. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I hadn't already researched it."
Avia lifted an accusatory finger. "Oh yes you would have! You've been trying to get me to bed for ages!"
Ezrael tilted his head, an acknowledging gesture. "And why do you think that is? Because I was secretly infatuated with you?"
Folding her arms, Avia lifted her chin and scoffed. "Well, I am an attractive woman with many talents, Ezrael. No one would blame you, really. Even if it is a bit strange."
Ezrael grinned a little widely. "Don't flatter yourself, Avia," he echoed her earlier words, "I never noticed how prideful you were until right now."
A glower came over Avia's face. "I have reason to be. After all, I have to hang on to something to ground myself, now, don't I? So do what you want, Ezrael. Take these powers by force or by preparation. I've got the time, for now. I can deal with pain. But I won't let you have me."
"I don't want you. I want my powers. That's the only thing I've ever wanted." He turned about and headed for the window once more.
Avia laughed in mockery. "Then why do you not take them! I've given you permission, but it's not like you ever needed it. Come, now! Don't be so sour, Ezrael! Rejection happens to everyone."
"I'm going to go get the components?" he said, tossing a quizzical glance over his shoulder. Then he smirked. "Did you honestly think I had feelings to hurt? Petty woman."
