Azhure

Subject: Azhure Tue Feb 09, 2010 9:34 pm

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Basics
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character name : Azhure
game mode: Advanced
» alias/nickname:
» theme song:
Intro:

Exit:

» msn messenger addy: (jtaylor002@hotmail.com)
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Demographics
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» appearance: -See Pic
» sex: Female
» sexual preference: She'll try anything once
» mood | temper: Sarcastic, quiet, deadly, power hungry, willing to work behind the scenes if necessary
» family life: See Background
» interests | hobbies: Sex, Power, chess
» member rivals: --
» clubs/organizations: --
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Travel
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residential location: Solvay
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fighting:
» wins: 0
» losses: 0
» draws: 0
» kills: 0
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Lifestyle
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» job: Illegal operator
» class: Middle
» pay: 1500
» pocket funds: $0
» saving funds: $0
» housing: None
» transportation: My own self
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Development
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Race: (Spirit)
Type: (Onikonjou)
Affinity: (Demonic Arts)
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EXP: 4,308
T-EXP: 10
JC: 0
PWC: 0 (Path)
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Health: 100%
Stamina: 100%
Attribute Strength: (Average)

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Ability
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Transformations
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Quest Abilities
» // Flight
» // Spiritual Impression
» // Onitransformation
» // Onihumetransformation
Custom Abilities
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Techniques
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Physical
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Magical
» // -Demonic Arts-
-- Demonic Downpull (Perfected)
-- Miasma (Perfected)
-- Demonicwhirl (Perfected)
-- Shapeshifting (Perfected)
-- Dark Orb (Perfected)
Combine
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Custom
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Participation
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Sagas Participated In
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Quests Completed
» // Flight
» // Spiritual Impression
» // Onitransformation
» // Onihumetransformation
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Inventory
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Equipment
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Storage
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History / About Me: (One of the worst things possible is the loss of one’s self. I had lost that many eons ago, but I had not lost my memories. All I could do while I floated through the sands of time and the afterlife was review the events of my life. He had put me here. I had sacrificed all for him and all I got was a harsh, cold death. It had been lifetimes and still he had not come for me. He promised to come for me as I lay in his arms with my life blood flowing around us. His arms had shaken to know that I had given my life so that he could live. Where was he? He promised that I would live again, that I would be his. If I had a body, I would have closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. But as it was, I was little more than an essence floating in darkness, barely aware of the passage of time. It felt like eons had past, but was it really that long? Where was my dark lover that whispered to my soul and made me feel? I was so cold, so alone here. He was evil and I had fallen hard for him. I was just as bad as he was. Together we had ruled the lands. Together until a battle had raged to put him down and in a flash of blinding light I had thrown myself into the path of the attack. He held me in disbelief that I had loved him enough to die for him. I had done everything for him. And how had he repaid me? He let me rot in this dark hell. Soon I would find him. Soon I would be free of this place. I just had to find the right way to be released. I wanted power, power to make him suffer as I had suffered for so long. In the longest stretches of this endless sea of time there was a place, a demonic birth. I would get my power and confront him for this tragedy. My soul sped towards the body of the demon and knocked the waiting soul from its perch. Clawing my way into the body, I would be the one born this time. I was done waiting for something that was never going to happen. As the birth came about a few lesser demons took the child back to the forest to raise. They knew what it was and wanted it for their own purposes. A few more banded together and killed the mother. She was of no use and weak. But the child had potential. Hate could be a powerful weapon.)