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 Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 12:13 pm
- Username: Azra Reyne
- Character Name: Azra Reyne
- Pronunciation of the Name: Ah-za-rah Rain
- Character Squad: Squad _ _
- Character Rank: _ _ _ _
- Affiliation: Soul Society | Gotei Thirteen
- Sexuality: Bisexual
- Character Personality
She is very well mannered when it comes to being proper due to her training as a geisha, but there are times when she exhibits signs of hysteria and becomes easily unnerved. She mutters to herself many times, quietly when no one is watching. She is strong willed, but finds herself questioning this trait when she has those moments of hysteria. In the end, it comes down to the fact that the last moments of her life were pure torture and affects her personality in that she will show signs of hysteria when it comes to situations when she is being forced into submission. Men make her uneasy due to her past, but she realizes this and takes the time to meditate for her soul's sake. She is much more fond of women and honestly prefers women to men.
After her death, Azra became much more relaxed, cares little about serious matters and goofs off. She will enjoy alcohol and show signs of being perverted towards women. She has little to do with men, but understands and respects men who show little interest in her. She is definitely level headed when she is able to keep her emotions in check.
- Character Likes: Alcohol, women, teas, healing others
- Character Dislikes: Men (generally), her mental condition
- Character Age:
[Human Age] 25
[Shinigami Age] 1957
- Character Birthday: September 13
- Character Zodiac Sign: Virgo
- Character Blood Type: O +
- Bio:
Azra was a young beautiful woman who at the age of 16 started her journey as a maiok and became a geisha after a year and a half of training. She was talented and known in her district for being an excellent alcohol pourer. After a few years, she was given a musical instrument and taught by the man who gave it to her. for years she performed for her district and her musical instructor was always in the front of the crowd. A few months passed and her instructor stopped coming. After she grew restless and fustrated with her instructors disappearance, she journeyed to his small hut like house that was perched outside the town on a hill. She was told never to go to his house, but she was frustrated that he stopped coming. When she finally made her way up to the hut, she knocked on the door, which yield no answer. Standing there on the hill, Azra grew worried about her instructor and grew impatient, which lead to her pushing the door open. She found the door opened with ease and gave no resistance to her body weight, and she questioned why the door would be unlocked, until she noticed something strange in the hut.
Paintings of all the geisha in town was plastered all over the walls, and she heard whimpering in a closet towards the back of the hut. She peered around the hut, noticed that each of the patients had a tug of hair attached to them. Other areas of the hut had women's body parts dangling from a string. Azra tried not to vomit from the sight, but found it different, especially with the smell.
She was scared to go back to the back after hearing the whimpering, but found herself curious on what was transpiring in this hut. She cawled through the cluster that was casted on the floor of the hut and opened the closet slowly, keeping her guard up. Out come a woman, bound and gagged, who was covered in blood. Azra almost let out a scream, but remembered she was trespassing on someone else's property. She felt the desire to ungag the woman, but realized at that moment someone was returning to the hut. She could hear whatever it was outside, walking up the hill towards the front door from the horse that grunted outside. She turned around and spotted an exit through a makeshift window. As she climbed through, she slide and a shard of some material plunged itself through her left eye, damaging her sight. She groaned softly in pain, but kept her mouth covered so she didn't alert whoever it was in the house. Azra just barely made it out of there with her life still intact, but could hear the events unfolding after she jumped down through the window.
Whoever it was opened the door to the hut, and found the woman laying on the floor. He laughed and took heavy steps to the woman who began to whimper. "Well... well... You managed to wiggle out of the closet..." his voice crept out of his throat and came out as if it was rolling from a demon's tongue. Azra tried to cover her ears but found the sounds where still coming through. The sounds of bones breaking and screams from the woman as she cried out her last breathes. Azra started to cry and whimpered as she pulled up her own kimono slightly to run. She did not realize that she had given off an echoing sound that triggered the man's ears. He looked out to see who was spying and noticed her fleeing the scene.
4 years later... Azra was celebrating another birthday. She had turned 25 years of age and her mother had found her a birthday present with the money she had left after shopping for food. Her present was a new dog who fell in love with her the moment each laid eyes on each other. This day was also the day that she learned the truth about her father. He was an outsider from a land far away from this island. His skin was fair like hers, and he was not very well appreciated by her mother's family. They sought out to defile her name because she refused to marry for family and married for love. Her mother told her that he spoke of a great empire with kings and queens, much like our own, but also mentioned that they sought out to see the world and learn many things. The era of the samurai and geisha was ending and Azra was merely a server now. She was still known for her alcohol pouring skills and the instruments she played. She had not thought about her instructor in years, and when she remembered his voice, she looked up from her tray that she held. Days had passed and each began to bleed together. Her memory was shot from the stress of her job and trying to find money to support both her and her mother.
She remembered her instructor and then remembered the man in the hut with the woman. His voice she thought as she could hear the sounds of both voices. They are the same... She turned away the table she was about to serve and looked towards the front door of the restaurant. She dropped everything, not flinching to the sounds of class bowls breaking and the sounds of angry customers. She ran outside and sprinted down to her house to tell her mother she remembered something important and realized something even more important. When she arrived to her home, she realized the front door was open.... She stepped up to the front door, and one could almost say she was feeling the symptoms of a flash back to the hut.
The flash back blurred and she was staring into her own house, as she could see blood splattered all over the insides of the house, and she could see flesh dripping from the walls and ceiling. This was more than a mere young woman could take and she could feel her vision fading as she fainted. Through the darkness of her mind, she could hear the sounds of foot steps echoing as she was drowning with in her own mind. She heard the man stop before her and a chuckle left his mouth. She could hear her dear friend, the dog she had just received today, growling and barking at this man. She heard the struggle between them and then heard the sound of bones breaking and a whimper from the dog before silence fell once more and the darkness closed in her tighter.
When she woke, she found herself ties up completely surrounded in darkness. The smell of decaying flesh and fresh blood filled her nose and she tried to move but found she couldn't. She looked down to realize that her arm was broken and she was merely still in shock and probably was given a drug to numb the pain. As she started to calm down from the shock and the medication wore off, she could feel the pain digging into her body, stimulating the pain receptors. She groaned and tried to scream in agony. It was all in vain.
As she continued to whimper and moan in pain, Azra turned to notice a light flickering as whoever it was who owned the light was stepping closer. She waited until he was in plain view to attempt to get a look at his face. She grasp as she made out the facial structures to realize... it was indeed her old instructor who was holding the light. She tried to convince herself that maybe he had discovered her kidnapping and came to rescue her. Yet, her dream of being rescue was tainted and she was forced from her position by the man she once held highly. She groaned in pain, and tried to talk to the man through the cloth that was forced deeply into her mouth. She tried to blank out her sight and her hearing, but it was in vain. She was forced to do things that no one would want a woman to be forced into. She cried in pain and agony as the man slowly tortured her. It felt like days, weeks, an eternity in that cold darkness, until she was greeted by a light that held her close and warm.
She stood up from that dark circle and realized she was pain-free and able to do as she pleased. She was greeted by a man, one dressed in a black uniform. "Do you want to feel that darkness again?" she was asked, and she shook her head firmly. "Then come with me, and I will show you the way". She took this man's hand and walked on. As she walked on, she could hear the sounds of her dog barking behind her as his spirit climbed an invisible stair case and she embraced him with one arm. She kept a good grip on this man who had dark hair and looked amazing. She only found him interesting because she could somehow sense something else about him.
The dog in her arms began to melt away and she could feel the warm of the dog's soul embracing her body and connecting to her own soul. She glowed for a minute and then realized as she looked back down at her arms she was covered in fur. She now had a tail and ears, and could smell many things.
She still retained her injury to her eye from years before, and that was one injury that could not be healed. She trained for years, noticing she never aged, and made it her goal to fight for those who were wronged in the way she was. She sought to help those in need and care for those without someone there to love them. After she made her way through the Academy in training, Azra made her way to join Squad 4 and became the captain after some time.
At times, Azra remembers her past life as mere flash backs which sends her to hysteria, a common sign effect from the amount of torture she endured. She has trained for years to manage her hysteria and her agony over the loss of both her mother and her innocence. She trained in many styles to make sure she could help those in need and prevent anyone from suffering.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 12:34 pm
- Character Skin Color/Ethnicity: Her skin is no longer a human color as she now has a patterned grey wolf fur that covers her body.
- Character Height: 6'2''
- Character Hair Color: Maroon red
- Character Hair Length/ Style
xxxxxxx Normally, her hair is down and measures out to her thighs.
xxxxxxx When she is in a battle or concentrating on her work, she wears her hair like this.
- Character Eye Color: Her eyes are a golden yellow color.
- Character Description: She stands tall on her hind legs, and her body resembles the grey wolves that were once found on the human world. Her body is built in a way that would allow her to stand on her hind legs and her breast are large enough to poke out through her outfits if she were to wear a low cut shirt.
Her breast size is an E size and her body is a muscular athletic body.
- Character Attire: She normally wears a black flowery kimono that covers her chest to prevent it from falling out. This is her attire when she is to be formal and attentive.
Her usual attire is something to this nature and sometimes she wears this outfit.
- Character Tattoos/Markings/Scars: She has a patterned blue spots seen in the picture posted.
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 1:44 pm
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