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Azrael Shui

"We are all living in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."

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a character in “The Ash River”, as played by Miss Nomer

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"I want to believe that we are more than the titles and roles assigned at birth."



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Full Name:
Azrael Jay Shui
   
Nicknames and Aliases:
Had she friends, she might prefer to go by Jay, or AJ. She despises her first name. The string of crimes credited to her have given her the name Medusa, due to her Gift.

Race:
Bunga

Gender:
Female
   
Age:
Nineteen [19]
   
Sexual Orientation:
Pansexual

Gift:
AJ has been trained since childhood to take a person down, but as her gift began to surface, she found this less and less necessary. With her touch, she can paralyze a person for several minutes --around fifteen when at her peak. However, AJ has an obsession with equal ground and thus refuses to use her Gift in a fight which she considers to be a serious match. Whether she views something as a match or not depends on the skill of the opponent, and the circumstances surrounding the fight.



ImageHair Color:
AJ's hair is an almost ashy blonde color
   
Eye Color:
Brown
   
Height:
5'9"

Weight:
138lb

Tattoos:
There is a small bird on the back of her neck, revealed when her hair is up.
   
Piercings:
AJ has no piercings, for fear of them being ripped out of her ears.
   
Scars:
AJ's scars are numerous, from self training and fights, but none of them are specifically noteworthy, and most have healed over into small, unnoticable things.
   
Oddities:
AJ does not consider there to be anything odd regarding her appearance, and most would agree. Very distinctive features would only prove to be a disadvantage.



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Personality:
{Cunning, Idealistic, Charismatic, Merciless, Socially Oblivious}
Raised from birth to survive on one's own, to live in the part of the Bungas that houses the criminals and outcasts, one has to be smart. No, they have to be more than simply intelligent, for book smarts and wit don't help a person get by in the place where AJ was raised. Rather, one must be cunning. The fact that Azrael has gotten this far without being crippled or having her tongue ripped out is a testament to the fact that she has quick reflexes and a quicker mind. She knows how to get by, even if this means using means that she herself doesn't approve of, and is unlikely to be fooled by the average person. Her intuition has been sharpened by years of danger, to the point where it is a better weapon than the dagger that she keeps at her side out of pure necessity. Perhaps she prefers a fair fight, and thinks it a lovely idea, but the young woman still knows how to get herself out of tight situations using underhanded methods if need be.

She is what she must be, and yet AJ also manages to be something strange among the rocks. She survives because of her Gift and her training, where others of her kind might have been destroyed. She is, behind the glittering the knife and the life of crime, an idealist. Most of those whom she knows have become jaded, and believe there is no hope left for the world. AJ, however, clings to the idea of what could be, and perhaps therefore begins to lose sight of what is. She thinks of a world where people are not defined at birth, and the river does not divide the world. She dreams of this, and genuinely believes that it could exist. This sort of thinking is why she refuses to use her Gift in fights, even though it would render most opponents useless immediately. She has an idea of what is or isn't fair that is perhaps out of place in her home. Such thoughts have her wandering the grasslands at night, consumed by possibilities. Unfortunately, her idealism means that her cunning is occasionally wasted on an attempt to ignore her better judgment. She is not naive, and yet wants to be --wants to believe people. So she forces herself to do so, often losing things as a result. A killer who wants to heal seems to have no place in any world.

There is something about AJ's intensity that seems to command respect. Perhaps it is the fact that the way she holds herself makes it immediately apparent that she possesses the sort of confidence which has skill to rest back upon. When AJ speaks, people tend to listen, and when she speaks quietly, they automatically lean in to catch her words. This has nothing to do with whether she is considered likable or sweet, and everything to do with an obvious competency which demands that one acknowledge it. She is more than capable of taking care of herself, and people tend to respect that in a person. Of course, there is also the possibility that people listen to what she says not because they respect her, but because they fear AJ's strength. There is a reason people don't mess with her in the rocks, and it is because they know that she is her father's daughter when it comes to skills. There is a look that occasionally comes into her eye which sends people who are not her equal, skill wise, scrambling to get out of her way. Intimidation and charisma often hold hands, where she comes from.

People fear her for good reason. Skill in the hands of a foolish person is often not worth worrying about, and the capacity for killing within a loving person does not seem a major threat. But Azrael, despite her persistent dreams for what the world may be, has been trained since childhood to be a merciless survivor. She might buy bread for the child who attempts to pickpocket her, for she knows how hunger feels. But when she is unable to sympathize with a person, with a target, she lacks that forgiving nature. In fact, the young woman is completely void of mercy when it comes to certain transgressions, regardless of circumstances. She can become a cold blooded killer under the right circumstances, and thus is rather terrifying in her own right. Everyone is given a chance, some are given multiple, but once a person has wasted this, they are barely human in her eyes. She is rather extremist in this sense, actually. And nothing is more worrying than an extremist.

On what might be a lighter note, an almost funny [in a sad sort of way] aspect of AJ is her lack of, well, skill in a social situation. How to deal with people who aren't criminals or victims was never part of her curriculum growing up, and thus social norms escape her. The rocks have their own set of rules, and they are a world away with what other societies go by. Put inside even a peasant festival in the bungas, AJ would become awkward and stick out like a sore thumb due to this, not sure how to go about doing most things. She is isolated from the 'normal' world, only occasionally visiting it. The girl dreams of a life like those of other people she has seen, but has never considered how difficult the transition would be for her, a trained killer and thief.


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Stargazing - She has seen the bleak grasslands and the sky above them for her whole life, and yet never tires of staring up at the night sky. Her father once promised to teach her the names of those stars, but only ever told her of one: Bellatrix, the warrior.
Wandering - If wandering were a fine art, AJ would practice it among the masters. Since she was young, she has had the tendency to spend idle time on long, aimless walks. She finds it a pleasure to waste time in such a way, alone with herself and the sky.
Carving - Of course, the hobby in which she is able to create, rather than destroy, still uses her dagger. AJ likes to carve little toys out of wood, and leave them around the rocks for children to find. Perhaps, on a deeper level, it is a reminder that weapons can be used for things other than destruction.
      
Habits:
Makes Threatening Faces When Frightened/Nervous || Tends to Look Up While Walking || A Very Fast Eater
     
Likes/Loves:
  • The Sky
  • Carving/Whiddling
  • Watching Peasant Families
  • Bellatrix, The Star
  • Fair Fights
  • Fighting & Stealing [Deep Down]
  • The Rocks
Dislikes/Hates:
  • The Tongue-Cutting Punishment
  • Killing
  • Caste Systems
  • Being Feared
  • Young Killers
  • Large Meals
  • Cold Weather











Strengths:
Fighting || Carving Wood || Pickpocketing || Killing

Weaknesses:
Social Norms/Social Situations || At Rest Expression Reads Murder || Merciless || Previous Injuries On Left Elbow Make Moving It Painful || Fear of The Underground || Easily Sickened By High Quality Food



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History:
Azrael's origin story is one that might be uncommon to outsiders, but is less than rare in the rocks, where the only children who survive are the one with either a natural skill for survival, or a criminal parent to teach them. AJ was a sort of mix of the two, daughter of a bandit and a woman whom she's never met. In fact, AJ has some doubts as to whether she truly is her father's daughter at all, given differences in their appearances. The chances that she was the infant daughter of some victim, and he decided to adopt her, are rather high. Bu blood means nothing to AJ, because Samuel Shui was the man who raised her, and that is all the information she needs. He was a bandit, well known even by Rocks standards for his skill and ruthlessness. Had her a mind to do it, he perhaps could have taken over the Rocks, but he loved that the chaos of the Bungas seemed to be at it's worst in the safe haven for criminals, pariahs, and orphans. The only legacy he wished to leave was his daughter, who was raised in a way befitting of a murder and bandit's daughter: with survival as her grade and bloodshed her textbooks. She's heard about the fancy schools across the river, where the supporters live, but cannot imagine a formal setting of learning. After all, her classrooms were shadows, creeping through behind her father to follow, and later on assist, in his crimes.

Thus went her early years, as she transitioned from merely training and observing her father, to working with him. She had the talent and the cunning for this, but something always seemed slightly off about the girl. She hesitated to kill, while her father did not think twice. He once asked her about this, and she merely responded with another question: "Do the stars have names?" Around this point, she had already begun to wander out on nights where she was not working, just to sit in the grass and watch the sky. Of course she was attacked several times while doing this, it is the Bungas after all, but by this point she was good enough to take down any assailants rather quickly. She was Samuel's daughter and apprentice, after all. Of course, their life was a dangerous one, so she had perhaps been quietly bracing for it all her life when the news of his death came about. He had been deadly in his own right, but taken off guard by a Gifted would-be victim, who froze him where he stood, and proceeded to shatter him. AJ had heard of funerals being held for the dead in other places, but no such thing happened for Samuel. It was the Rocks, after all, and there were few who would mourn his death. This was perhaps another revelation for AJ: the fact that even she did not cry over her father's death. It was at this time that she realized this wasn't the life that she wanted --one in which she killed and robbed to survive, every coin earned coming with a death count. One where no one would mourn her death.

Like so many youth, and so many who occupy the bottom rungs of society, she became ill-content. She wandered out even more frequently at night, sometimes to walk, other times just to lie down and state up. It was two years after her father's death when she realized her had never told her the names of the stars, besides that of Bellatrix, the warrior star.



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Face Claim: Yoon in Gyi [Girls of the Wild's]

So begins...

Azrael Shui's Story

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Character Portrait: Ben Tera Character Portrait: Azrael Shui Character Portrait: Leon T'pic Character Portrait: Indigo Kyles Character Portrait: Theodore Jenkins Character Portrait: Adonis Estrange

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The cool spring air and the scent of fresh rain water. It had always smelled like this near the Ash River and it always would. Benevolence Tera leaned back against one of the many rocks dotting the edges of the river, a sketchbook tucked snuggly under her arm. She stared across the river's rippling surface at the huts on the other side. They were clustered together, not too tightly, but in a way that seemed village-like with a large moat built around them in intersecting rings. She assumed it was their way of dealing with the Floods, like the Supporters built their houses on high platforms. She had heard that the Capitol was built on a single platform, high above the world, almost like a beacon of light, a paradise for all. Except for the young Miss Tera.

For Ben, the Ash River was paradise. If she could stand by the river's edge for an eternity, she would. She could walk away from a life of Customs, a life of being the Perfect. She could leave behind the deep dark hole that was her life. It would be ideal, yes, but nearly impossible. A bird landed on a small collection of cat tails and Ben whipped out her sketchbook and charcoal pencil. Her hand flew across the ivory page. When she pulled away, the image of the bird seemed to practically float off the page. She bit her lip, silently judging it. Drawing was about the only useful thing they taught her at Miran.

She glanced behind her at the purple-haired, purple-eyed girl behind her. She smiled softly at her companion, who was close to the edge, but not nearly as close as Ben. Ben stood and wiped the stray grass off of her yellow dress as she spun around to face the other girl. "What do you think, Indie?" she questioned with a forced smile.

From the safety of a nearby pavilion, Ben's parents watched her with a mixture of frustration and arrogance, their voices reduced to harsh whispers. Ben couldn't let them see her expressions, her thoughts. She shouldn't be seen as anything more than an obedient Perfect with a strange ability to follow the Customs flawlessly. Ben continued to grin at Indigo, not letting on that she so desperately wanted to escape this world of perfection. For even perfection itself seemed flawed to her soft blue eyes.

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Character Portrait: Ben Tera Character Portrait: Azrael Shui Character Portrait: Leon T'pic Character Portrait: Indigo Kyles Character Portrait: Theodore Jenkins Character Portrait: Adonis Estrange

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Sitting in the damp grass with one knee propped up a green piece of paper was in the process of being formed into the shape of a bullfrog however the lack of hard surface to smooth the creases was proving more difficult than previously predicted by the young girl. Indigo's purple hair blew in the wind softly getting in her line of vision a bit only frustrating her further, she crinkled up her nose moving one hand to tug at the rebellious hair while the other tried to fold down a particularly difficult corner.

Ben was too far away to hear it but Indigo could catch small fragments of the conversation happening a fee yards behind her, just words and phrases like the river or marriage none of it sounded good. Indigo looked over her shoulder to see the woman shaking her head and mouthing the words no, no, no... she glanced up at Indie who jerked her head back around feeling the heat of sweat around her ears. She was already walking on eggshell these passed few weeks and didn't feel like adding spying to the list of things that she had got caught doing, coming back from school was a harder transition than Indigo thought especially with Ben thinking about doing the unspeakable.

Indigo felt trapped between wanting to stick by Ben's side and wanting to keep her safe at least moderately, she didn't know what was on the other side and was a bit fearful of it as well as the river. She also feared her future for she figured she had two options to either go with Ben, which would conflict with her previously mentioned fears, or she could stay behind and that seemed worse because then she would have to face the consequences of her past shenanigans unprotected. There was of course one more option which Indigo wouldn't even consider, she was loyal to Ben and would never turn her in even if her life depended on it, she would rather die than betray Ben.

Beautiful Ben, she looked flawless in the morning breeze while Indigo probably looked a mess, Ben was holding up a her sketchbook with a new drawing inside making Indigo pull up a thumb to indicate her approval giving a toothy smile, "Hey, it's better than anything I could do." With that she crumpled up the green paper stuffing it into her pocket and giving up all hope on her little project, usually she would be able to get it done in a few minutes but today her mind was muddled and she wondered when she was going to see Adonis again.

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Character Portrait: Ben Tera Character Portrait: Azrael Shui Character Portrait: Leon T'pic Character Portrait: Indigo Kyles Character Portrait: Theodore Jenkins Character Portrait: Adonis Estrange

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A bad night had transitioned into a dreadful morning. The only light source in his tiny Bungalow, a bare blub, dirtied and dim, swung lazily from the rafters as Leonardo worked, throwing odd shapes about the room. Or, perhaps, where he should have been working. Instead, he had been spending that last few hours of the precious dawn staring at his construction, wondering what the hell he had been thinking the night before. It should have been simple, a night's work at most, to throw together a compact incinerator upon request of a questionable man who lived in the next Cluster over. Leon never asked why someone would ever need a compact incinerator, because, truthfully, who the hell cared? Could be to burn up some loose papers, or could be to burn up some loose children. Not his problem and Leon had always been a 'No Questions Asked' sort of salesmen. The silly, minimal requests (Or large and highly worrying demands) of the Cluster were what kept Leon and his roommate fed. Well, mostly his roommate.

The before-mentioned doing a world's worth of assistance... By lounging lazily on the window sill. Pixie, a rather fat, but beautifully marked, white cat, let out a long yawn before stretching out her back. While her raven-haired caretaker worked the night away, Pixie had enjoyed a good night's rest. Now that she had awaken, the cat had taken to looking out into the tall-grass fields and rushing water outside their window. She hummed curiously, Leon oblivious to her actions, lost in a world of the sleep-deprived and clueless, Pixie squinting her wide, green eyes to see out of the fogged glass. "Le-Le?" She asked, tilting her head to get a better look at the world beyond their home, the bell about her neck jingling lightly. When Leon didn't answer, she sighed, starting again, much louder this time, "Le-Le!"

Leon jerked out of his half-asleep state, dropping the odds and ends he had been holding onto the table with a clatter. Startled, he placed a hand over his chest, as if to keep his heart from leaping out of it, "What?!" He demanded, taking long breathes to steady himself. Being yanked from daydreams was so much worse than being shaken awake from slumber. Pixie looked over at him, amusement flickering in her eyes, "Oh nothing, really... It's just those girls are at the river again. You know, the ones you stalk. Just thought you might want to know." She spoke with such joy as she poked fun at him, but all that was lost to the meaning of her words.

"Wait, they're there?" Leon got up out of his chair so fast, it fell backward to the floor with a thud, running over to the window to peer out it. He grabbed Pixie under her belly, and tosses her lightly across the room, where she landed safely on what they simply call 'The Nest'. He dragged his sleeve across the glass to wipe away the fog, but paused mid-stroke to throw a look of feigned hurt over his shoulder to Pixie, "I do not stalk them. I..." Leon stole a long look out the window, "Admire from afar...? Alright, no, that makes me sound like a creep. But, I'm not a stalker."

And there they were. Sat on the other side of the Ash River, which looked like flowing lava in the early morning reds. Leon was just so goddamn curious. He wanted to know, he needed to know, who they were, why they were. No one else ever came up to the river on the West Side, none that he's seen, at least. So why them? It was infuriating not knowing. He wanted to know everything about them.

Pixie huffed, settling herself into the blankets that made up The Nest, "Completely a stalker..."

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Character Portrait: Ben Tera Character Portrait: Azrael Shui Character Portrait: Leon T'pic Character Portrait: Indigo Kyles Character Portrait: Theodore Jenkins Character Portrait: Adonis Estrange

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Truth be told, if Jay were made to choose between living in an eternal night or an eternal daytime, the girl would choose the former option. Not because she has a problem with light and warmth and the like, on the contrary she quite enjoys it, but because the night is far more familiar to her. It is a safe place for when she may feel frightened. Of course, it has been a long time since something has truly frightened the young woman. Well, frightened in the sense of giving her cause to fear for her life, that is to say. Even among the bandits and murderers with whom she was raised, Jay might be considered dangerous. Perhaps her father had planned for this to be the case, giving her such a foreboding name as Azrael.

When it is daytime, she has far less to do with herself. Even she is not so confident as to go around stealing or filling requests in broad daylight, after all. And in the light, there is always the concern that someone might happen to recognize her face. She typically has it covered when working, or else relies on shadows or fear to obscure it from memory, but one can never be too careful. In fact, perhaps she could be told it is important to care a bit more, given that despite this she has chosen to go for a walk. It doesn't matter much anyways, as she does not walk into the settlements or markets of the larger Bungalows. She is quite content to instead walk through the grasslands, idly chipping away at a small block of wood in her hand with a knife. It is funny that the knife should be used thus, when just the night before it was held against a man's throat while she took part of his money. Jay tries to only take as much as she thinks the person can live without when stealing, as though that can absolve her partially of her crime.

The warmth feels good on her skin, enough that Jay is very tempted to lay down and nap in the fields. On this side of the river, one doesn't have to worry about being attacked by predators, and most people are too busy going about their daily lives to chance upon someone napping in the grass. It is the night time that one would need to worry about, and even then there are those that might recognize her face and think twice about taking her possessions.

Before she does this, however, Jay spots something interesting: two girls by the water on the other side of the Ash River. This is a curiosity of sorts, given that people from that side seem to fear the river as though being in its vicinity will expose them to some sort of terrible toxin. Nosily, she crouches down in the grass slightly to hide herself from view, and watches through the tall blades. In her hand, the wood continues to be carved away, but any plan for a legitimate form has been lost, and she seems to merely be making a toothpick at this point. There are a few small cottages behind Jay, but she does not concern herself with them at the moment. She had looked at them on the way over to this spot, perhaps planning which one would pay for her next day's bread tonight.

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Character Portrait: Ben Tera Character Portrait: Azrael Shui Character Portrait: Leon T'pic Character Portrait: Indigo Kyles Character Portrait: Theodore Jenkins Character Portrait: Adonis Estrange

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Theo normally wasn't up so early in the morning but today was different today was an event, it was evaluation day the one day of the year when Theo's actions are put under evaluation on whether or not he would be able to leave the Black Water house. The house had only three occupants, Theo Cecelia Black and Bush Waters, the two are charged to live in the house and watch over the young boy and keep his stress levels down as well as any thoughts he might have of leaving the house. But there was one day out of the year where Theo's actions were evaluated and put under speculation and it is decided whether or not he is safe enough to leave the house and join the outside world. However none of this actually happens, each year he's told that he was so close but the decision was made that he should stay just one more year and that he needs to work a little harder if he wanted to make it out by next year.

The young boy never knew any of this holding on to the small fragment of hope that someday he might be safe enough to make it out into the open world and live a free life. This was how they controlled him how they kept him from acting out or leaving the room it might have been manipulative but if it kept the public safe then they would do it. Each year they have to pretend to be sad when giving the news that he would not be able to leave the house. But this year was going to go a little bit different. Theo moved about his room as quickly and as quietly as he could which wasn't an easy task due to the house being so old that almost every floor board squeaked painfully loud. He was frantically trying to clean up his room before the evaluation and so involved with his activities that he soon forgot to be quiet and moments later heard a knock on the door. Startled Theo rushed to the door letting out a horse whisper, "no, no. I'm not ready!"

The slat on the door moved open, it was Cecelia, she was dress in her nightgown with her blonde hair in a messy ponytail. She looked like she had just woken up her eyes still squinting from sleep, Theo loved Cecelia like a mother she was kind and nurturing towards him and they had a wonderful relationship. "I'm sorry, C. I was just getting ready for the evalua-" but he was cut off by her sharp words, "go back to bed, Theodore. There is no evaluation you're not getting out of here." His mouth dropped open in shock and before he could reply she slammed the slate shut, he could hear her shuffling feet on the other side of the door retreating into the rest of the house. Theo couldn't believe what he had heard, he could barely stand so he stumbled backwards a bit finding the piano in the middle of the room with his hands, he sat on the bench hands behind him pushing down on the lower keys which echoed through his room and out the ever open window. The foreboding sound only seemed to highlight his current feelings of dread, he sat there for quite a while starring wide eyed at the ground contemplating his life and everything he knew.