Name:
Azalea Atlas
Personality:
She doesn’t like to be bother with, especially with her past, nor being messed around. At times she could be a little hotheaded but overall just don’t get on her bad side and you’ll do just fine. She likes to eat alot and I mean alot, and she has a very lazy personality.
Sacred Gear: (Rank - Knight)
After 7 years of practice with her pistol, Aza’s love and feelings are blended in with every bullet that comes out of the barrel. Her focus and mentality are her strength and once the gears are activated, her pistol blend in with her right arm creating an mechanical arm reaching up to her face covering part of her cheek and her right eye. With her arm, she is able to summon an demonic flame wrapped around a small metal ball, (its origin of metal is unknown), shooting out her from her newly transformed 1911 pistol. With her right eye she could aim better, and she could see clearly, but even with all of these things it's just like sniping with a sniper except without the use of a scope.
Limit: By summoning the Flames of Diable, she is paying the price with her soul to the Devil. Each time she uses the power, the further away she is from humanity to a crazed blood thirsty demon. (In other words she just looses her free will of mind with no control of her body whatsoever till she dies) Without the use of her flames her gun power could do regular damage to demons.
Limit wise of the Flames: (30 Rounds Counting)
Weakness: Against the elemental of Water. Because of her Allgery reaction to water. She begins to form red blisters, and itchy skin when in contact with water. (Feels like acid to her).
Flames of Diable (Flames of the Devil): Said to burn demons back to hell.
Age:
17
Grade:
11
How long have you attended this school:
Transfer – First School Year
Gender:
Female
Bio:
(I know it’s kind of long, but if you just want a short scenario here it is --> As a child, Aza father was the chief of the police force and was hated by many criminals. One day a criminal came to their house, and kidnap Aza for the revenge of his father being put to jail. Aza’s father, who has been tracking this criminal all day long, rushed to his house only to see his daughter unconscious in the criminal’s arms. The father shot through his side into his chest, plungering into the criminal’s lungs. However, the criminal laid still as if he was dead and took immediate action to the father and killed him with two knifes into his neck and spinal cord. Soon afterwards Aza have to live with her relatives, and a deputy came by giving her, her father’s gun. Saying that was meant for her to have. Years later, Aza’s been practicing with the pistol and have to move to a new town into a new school.)
Aza’s childhood wasn’t the best time of her life. Her father, who was the Police Commissioner, or to be known as the Chief of the Police Force, never had a time where he isn’t out doing fighting thugs. The only thing that Aza could do is to wait for her father to arrive home from work and greet him with a smile. With sadness in his eyes, he faked a smile and walked up to her giving her the biggest and warmest hug he could do before sending her off to bed. Every night Aza could hear her father in the next room over, crying and praying before he goes to sleep. Her mother, who now deceased, died when she was giving birth. Aza never knew her mother, nor the feeling of a mother’s touch, though she prayed to her and could only see her through pictures that still hang on the wall gathering dust bunnies. Her mother looked just like her except for the hair color and her eyes. She would looked up and stare at her repeating mom.. mom.. before she could burst into tears.
Then one day, there was a knock or two at the door, and the buzzer went on and off. Her father being at work, Aza opens the door, thinking it was her nanny. Slowly she got up, unlocks the door, and turned the door knob, before a sudden clash of the door swinging open pushing her small petite 7 year old body flying to the wall right next to the door. An oddly dressed up man with a black mask, ran into the house. He turned around to find the small girl lying there unconscious behind the door. Right after he picked her up carrying her in his arms, he heard a gun loaded. It made a Click sound as soon as the trigger was pulled, but he couldn’t do anything until a Bang noise popped him through his left shoulder to his left lung. Thick red blood started to gush out making a small pond around his chest and his arm. The father came rushing out from the back entrance of the house, and picked up Aza gently brushing her hair away from her face. “My Azalea, my sweet…” Gasping for air, the masked man threw his pocket knife right into the father’s neck and another one hitting his spinal cord. “Tha.t.s… to my father…” leaving the masked man dead leaving only his last few words ringing through the house.
A month passed, and Aza was moved to her relative’s house. There, she met her mother’s sister, her aunt, she looked a bit different from her mother, but with almost the same exact facial features of her. She knew every detail of her mother’s face, even the warmth of her smile through the cold stainless glass that kept her in the frame. It was the exact warmth in which she recognizes in her aunt, a loving caring person. After settling in, Aza get to meet her cousins and her uncle. Until one day a black and white vehicle came by the house. It was the Deputy who at the time worked together with her father, came by holding a black case by his side. The aunt went out of the door and greeted him, “Yes, How can be of help officer?” “May I speak with Azalea? I worked with her father.” The aunt understood and waved her hand at Ava to come here. “Avalea. Your father wanted you to have this when you have gotten older, but since the situation kind of change a bit… Here.” Ava looked confuse at the given case and accepted the offer. “Open it” motion the aunt. Ava set the case down gently and there laid a colt prop 1911 (pistol). “The last gift from him.. . treasure it”. The deputy left and Aza sat there amazed at the gun as it shines in the sun. “A gift” she mouthed the words as it if it was something sweet.
Years later Aza’s new family had to move to a new place to live in and once again, Aza started a new life into a new school called, “Kuoh Academy”.
Character Picture:
Azalea Atlas
Personality:
She doesn’t like to be bother with, especially with her past, nor being messed around. At times she could be a little hotheaded but overall just don’t get on her bad side and you’ll do just fine. She likes to eat alot and I mean alot, and she has a very lazy personality.
Sacred Gear: (Rank - Knight)
After 7 years of practice with her pistol, Aza’s love and feelings are blended in with every bullet that comes out of the barrel. Her focus and mentality are her strength and once the gears are activated, her pistol blend in with her right arm creating an mechanical arm reaching up to her face covering part of her cheek and her right eye. With her arm, she is able to summon an demonic flame wrapped around a small metal ball, (its origin of metal is unknown), shooting out her from her newly transformed 1911 pistol. With her right eye she could aim better, and she could see clearly, but even with all of these things it's just like sniping with a sniper except without the use of a scope.
Limit: By summoning the Flames of Diable, she is paying the price with her soul to the Devil. Each time she uses the power, the further away she is from humanity to a crazed blood thirsty demon. (In other words she just looses her free will of mind with no control of her body whatsoever till she dies) Without the use of her flames her gun power could do regular damage to demons.
Limit wise of the Flames: (30 Rounds Counting)
Weakness: Against the elemental of Water. Because of her Allgery reaction to water. She begins to form red blisters, and itchy skin when in contact with water. (Feels like acid to her).
Flames of Diable (Flames of the Devil): Said to burn demons back to hell.
Age:
17
Grade:
11
How long have you attended this school:
Transfer – First School Year
Gender:
Female
Bio:
(I know it’s kind of long, but if you just want a short scenario here it is --> As a child, Aza father was the chief of the police force and was hated by many criminals. One day a criminal came to their house, and kidnap Aza for the revenge of his father being put to jail. Aza’s father, who has been tracking this criminal all day long, rushed to his house only to see his daughter unconscious in the criminal’s arms. The father shot through his side into his chest, plungering into the criminal’s lungs. However, the criminal laid still as if he was dead and took immediate action to the father and killed him with two knifes into his neck and spinal cord. Soon afterwards Aza have to live with her relatives, and a deputy came by giving her, her father’s gun. Saying that was meant for her to have. Years later, Aza’s been practicing with the pistol and have to move to a new town into a new school.)
Aza’s childhood wasn’t the best time of her life. Her father, who was the Police Commissioner, or to be known as the Chief of the Police Force, never had a time where he isn’t out doing fighting thugs. The only thing that Aza could do is to wait for her father to arrive home from work and greet him with a smile. With sadness in his eyes, he faked a smile and walked up to her giving her the biggest and warmest hug he could do before sending her off to bed. Every night Aza could hear her father in the next room over, crying and praying before he goes to sleep. Her mother, who now deceased, died when she was giving birth. Aza never knew her mother, nor the feeling of a mother’s touch, though she prayed to her and could only see her through pictures that still hang on the wall gathering dust bunnies. Her mother looked just like her except for the hair color and her eyes. She would looked up and stare at her repeating mom.. mom.. before she could burst into tears.
Then one day, there was a knock or two at the door, and the buzzer went on and off. Her father being at work, Aza opens the door, thinking it was her nanny. Slowly she got up, unlocks the door, and turned the door knob, before a sudden clash of the door swinging open pushing her small petite 7 year old body flying to the wall right next to the door. An oddly dressed up man with a black mask, ran into the house. He turned around to find the small girl lying there unconscious behind the door. Right after he picked her up carrying her in his arms, he heard a gun loaded. It made a Click sound as soon as the trigger was pulled, but he couldn’t do anything until a Bang noise popped him through his left shoulder to his left lung. Thick red blood started to gush out making a small pond around his chest and his arm. The father came rushing out from the back entrance of the house, and picked up Aza gently brushing her hair away from her face. “My Azalea, my sweet…” Gasping for air, the masked man threw his pocket knife right into the father’s neck and another one hitting his spinal cord. “Tha.t.s… to my father…” leaving the masked man dead leaving only his last few words ringing through the house.
A month passed, and Aza was moved to her relative’s house. There, she met her mother’s sister, her aunt, she looked a bit different from her mother, but with almost the same exact facial features of her. She knew every detail of her mother’s face, even the warmth of her smile through the cold stainless glass that kept her in the frame. It was the exact warmth in which she recognizes in her aunt, a loving caring person. After settling in, Aza get to meet her cousins and her uncle. Until one day a black and white vehicle came by the house. It was the Deputy who at the time worked together with her father, came by holding a black case by his side. The aunt went out of the door and greeted him, “Yes, How can be of help officer?” “May I speak with Azalea? I worked with her father.” The aunt understood and waved her hand at Ava to come here. “Avalea. Your father wanted you to have this when you have gotten older, but since the situation kind of change a bit… Here.” Ava looked confuse at the given case and accepted the offer. “Open it” motion the aunt. Ava set the case down gently and there laid a colt prop 1911 (pistol). “The last gift from him.. . treasure it”. The deputy left and Aza sat there amazed at the gun as it shines in the sun. “A gift” she mouthed the words as it if it was something sweet.
Years later Aza’s new family had to move to a new place to live in and once again, Aza started a new life into a new school called, “Kuoh Academy”.
Character Picture:
