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 Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 7:47 pm
 Name: Azariah Rain
Age: Twenty years old
Gender: Hermaphrodite but considers herself female. {looks can be deceiving no?}
Height: Five feet and nine inches
Weight: One hundred forty nine pounds
Sexual orientation: Omnisexual Biography: She prefers not to talk about her past unless it's extremely necessary and even then she might put up a bit of a fight. But maybe if you're important enough and close enough to her she might open up to you.
Personality: Azariah is a bit on the quick tempered side. Don't let her sweet looks and curvy body fool you because she is known to throw the first and last punch in a fight. Underneath her rough exterior Azariah is a bit of a bookworm and a lover for anything strange. She is also a bit of a smart a**, sarcastic, and horribly blunt when asked about her opinion of things.
↝ Skilled with swords and knives.
↝ Heightened senses.
↝ Manipulate metal at will.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 12:38 am
The Bedroom The Sitting AreaThe Bathroom
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2012 1:21 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:43 pm
 ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Golden eyes swept over the landscape of what was to be the half-breed's new home. A small smile crept up to his lips at that thought. It had been years, decades, since he had last stepped foot outside the lands which he had claimed. While Draconis was loath to admit it, this would be a welcome vacation from the stresses of his everyday life. Moments later the man was stepping through the castle's doors and his thoughts turned to his new surroundings. The interior was grand, much like in his own home. It had more of a modern feel to it than his own castle did though.
The white-haired male observed those interacting in the foyer for a brief moment then moved on. He wasn't necessarily trying to be anti-social, it just seemed that all of the people who were in the foyer were otherwise occupied. After a short pause, the man climbed one of the staircases and headed down the hall it led to. He hadn't felt like interrupting anyone just yet and this would give him a chance to explore. Soon enough, Draco came to the realization that he was in the 'pet' annex. Hmm, maybe he could find someone to serve him since he was already here....
After wandering the halls for a couple of minutes the man paused in front of a door. The name inscribed on the door's plaque was certainly a unique one. 'Azariah, hmm....' With a shrug of his shoulders, the male raised one hand, curled his fingers and knocked upon the door. Why not start here? At the very least he would be able to find out what this person was like. Well, if she was inside anyway....┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛  xxxxxxxxxx—¤÷(`[¤* Currently Wearing *¤]´)÷¤—xxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 10:35 pm
Ϻσσɖ:: Content xxxxx Ƚσϲɑʈɩση:: Doorway xxxxx ωɨʈћ::... xxxxx Ⱦћσʉɡћϯȿ:: Who is this? xxxxx ѺѺȻ::Yay first post. Yours was very well done. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Azariah slowly ran her fingers through her damp hair as she grabbed for the dark violet towel that hung on the door of her bathroom. She had been soaking in the large Jacuzzi like tub when she heard the sound of a knock on the door. The heaviness of the knock gave away her visitors gender as she took her sweet time drying off and braiding her long pale hair.
Giving the mirror one more quick glace the tall female made her way out to her bed room and dressed in her normal attire. A pale blue silk nightie with matching gloves along with lace panties and a lot of bandages to hide her scars from sight. Content with the outfit Azariah made quick work of moving to the heavy wooden door that sealed her off from the rest of the world.
Softly smiling Azariah grabbed the doorknob and turned it slowly. "Who is it?" she asked as she peeked out through the slim opening she had made. It was wide enough for someone to get there foot through but that was about it. Her golden eyes stared at the large man who was in front of her. "Is there something I can help you with?" she mused aloud before opening the door wider to invite the man inside.
Thankfully she had taken it upon herself to clean up the place the night before. A few things were still splayed here and there but it wasn't as bad as it had been. A book laid abandoned on the large white couch along with a small dagger and a necklace.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2013 9:50 pm
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ The sound of displaced water was easily picked up by the man's enhanced hearing. This not only alerted the male to the occupant's location but also notified him that there was the possibility he had disrupted them in some way. There was nothing he could do about that now though. Draco couldn't take back his actions and he wasn't about to burst in there apologizing for the disturbance. Plus, the inhabitant seemed to take their sweet time getting ready so that they could the door. All in all, he didn't feel that bad for calling upon the person anymore.
A kind smile fell into place upon Draconis's lips as the female opened the door, even if it was only by a fraction. Well, this was certainly a pleasant surprise. Who would have thought that behind the first door he chose was a lovely young woman? "I am Draconis, a master who has only just arrived." He replied, answering her first inquiry without the slightest bit of hesitation.
His smile grew slightly when she opened the door wider and his gaze swept over the pet with mild curiosity. Her clothing, while not the most revealing that he had seen, was indeed pleasing to the male's eyes. The only thing which puzzled him were the bandages which covered most of one of her legs, the visible part of one of her arms and a few other areas. That would be something to ask about if he got to know her better.
After stepping into the room the man began to speak. "There is, actually. Since I have only just arrived, I was hoping to find someone to keep me company. If you're not busy, perhaps you could oblige me?" While he awaited her response, Draco allowed his eyes to travel the room. It was neat for the most part, though a few items did catch his eye. There was a book, a necklace and...was that a dagger? What need could this female possibly have for that?┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ xxxxxxxxxx—¤÷(`[¤* Currently Wearing *¤]´)÷¤—xxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 1:10 pm
Ϻσσɖ:: Intrigued xxxxx Ƚσϲɑʈɩση:: Living room xxxxx ωɨʈћ:: Draconis xxxxx Ⱦћσʉɡћϯȿ:: He looks nice xxxxx ѺѺȻ:: Yay I finally posted yay ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Azariah kept her best smile in place as she waited for the man, now known as Draconis, to take a seat. It amused her that someone had actually felt the need to knock on her door most of the time they just kept walking or forgot she even existed. Blinking slowly she took in the males appearance. He was attractive no doubt but something seemed dangerous about him.
Shrugging it of Azariah motioned for Draconis to take a seat and make himself at home."Please, sit down." she said softly as she picked up the book and dagger and put them on the square coffee table. "You said you just arrive. May I ask where you are coming from sir?" the girl mused as she took a seat on the soft white couch that took up a large portion of the space she used for a living room.
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 8:28 pm
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ At her offer, Draco took a seat upon the large white couch. He watched with curious eyes as she moved the book and dagger to the coffee table. She wasn't trying to hide any of the items, and that was a good thing in his mind. Nervous people were the ones who would try to conceal such things and usually if a nervous person was trying to hide a weapon it was because they weren't supposed to have said weapon. This still, however, begged the question of why she needed to posses such a thing. Was it merely due to a hobby or was there something more to it? Was she, perhaps, in danger? And, if so, why? She didn't seem dangerous and he sensed nothing sinister from her either. It would, he supposed, be strange to inquire about such things when they had only just met though.
The half-breed was pulled from his thoughts when Azariah spoke once more.Smiling lightly, the male nodded his head. "I hail from a land just outside of Nucet in Romania. It is, however, hidden by magic so I doubt that you would know of it. What about you, Azariah? Where is your homeland?" He inquired after a moment. The girl looked human enough, but so did he. Appearances could be ever so deceiving. Knowing where she came from might give him a hint as to what she was. Unless what she considered her homeland wasn't where her people came from. Then he was out of luck on the matter of using her home to determine her race.┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛  xxxxxxxxxx—¤÷(`[¤* Currently Wearing *¤]´)÷¤—xxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:55 pm
Ϻσσɖ:: ... xxxxx Ƚσϲɑʈɩση:: living space/sitting area xxxxx ωɨʈћ::N/A xxxxx Ⱦћσʉɡћϯȿ:: ... xxxxx ѺѺȻ:: I have a lot of free time this week so I will try to post more. Yay holidays. ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
Azariah smiled as she sat on the couch and put her long index finger to her lips. She was thinking of the place she use to call home. How long had she been gone and forced to live this life of enslavement? Her once bright smile quickly turned into frowns as memory recalled the small town she grew up in. The faint smell of earth and salty sea water danced around in her head before she mentally shooed it away. "I grew up in a small town called Kenmare in Ireland. Why?" Azaiah asked more so to herself than to her guest as the memories and scents faded.
It was odd for Azariah to think about home now. When she had first because a slave it was all she thought about. She had wondered about her family and the people she grew up with but as time past they slowly started to fade from her memory. It was almost like she was looking back on a dream, a very fuzzy and distorted dream. "Walnut tree... It means walnut tree right?" Azariah muttered as she unraveled and tighten a few of her bandages before turning her attention back to Draco.
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