Name: Azriel
Nickname: Azzy
Gender/Pronoun: Cis-ish woman, she/her, they/them acceptable (she guesses) but she's not gonna use it for herself. Gender: Lesbian?? She doesn't think about it too much??
Breed: Mutt. Domestic mediumhair, kind of.
Alignment: Order
Attached to: N/A currently

Hobbies:
Calligraphy: Not that she's exactly a fine hand at it herself at present time, Azriel is fascinated with calligraphy and everything that goes into it; she'll happily watch videos for hours, and has taken to collecting elegant pens where she can find them. The artistry of it enchants her.
Tinkering: It's a Mauvian thing, you see. Azriel likes to make things, and she likes to change things, and she likes to build things up; she hasn't made anything great or astounding yet, but she wants to one day! Okay, maybe her aesthetic tastes lean more towards 'alchemist' than they do 'tinkerer', but that's all semantics...?
Swordplay: This cat wants hands so bad.

Virtues:
Loyal: When Azriel swears her loyalty, when she willingly submits herself to someone's authority, she means it. In some other life, she would have made a loyal soldier, a loyal knight; in this life, she's just fundamentally devoted, even if she gets a little concerningly intense.
Improvisational: If the plan isn't working? Toss it. Come up with something new. Azriel thinks well on her feet, in the heat of the moment, or just generally well when the plan stops working. Making up a new plan entirely? That's beyond her. But improvising from the ashes of the old one, working onwards from what's left -- that's very much in her ballpark.
Gallant:

Flaws:
Zealotical: Azriel is manic about destroying Chaos. If you listen to her, it's her duty - everyone's duty, including her - to burn it out, to drive them from their houses, to bleed them empty and slaughter them to a man. It's an unholy sort of light in her eyes, when she talks about these things; she's a cruel, dangerous thing, set to this singular purpose, and she'll stop at so little.
Neurotic: Oh boy. Azriel is a bundle of paranoid neuroses in the body of a six pound cat; she's got her hackles perpetually raised, and it really, really doesn't take much to get her pacing and on her way to a total freakout. She does not know the meaning of chill, and she definitely does not want to learn.
If It's For A Good Cause: It's for a good cause, isn't it? So who cares how vicious it gets? Anything she does is fine, if it's for a good cause. Azriel doesn't really understand ideas like 'just as bad as them' -- or she does, and she doesn't care; it's hard to tell. As far as she's concerned, if the end result is good or the reasoning behind it is good, anything she does - anything anyone does - is justified.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: CAT FORM
Eyes: Bright crimson red. Probably glaring.
Body: Roughly six or seven pounds. Azriel is not a large cat, and could be easily mistaken for a kitten partway through adolescence if you didn't look too hard at her proportions. She's in the 3-4 range. Her left ear has the tip missing.
Fur: Think this color-wise, with a more tiger-like pattern; Azriel is a cream mackerel tabby, with a medium-length coat (and, of course, a full tail). She's got several scars from her time as a feral. See reference folder.
Star Color: Crimson; think order guardians Sheena and Nicodemus
Accessories: CC

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : HUMAN FORM
Eyes: Bright crimson, thin-eyed
Hair: Silvery-blonde, mid-back in length, right on the midpoint between wild and wavy like she's never brushed it. Mostly left down; her bangs are a ragged mess, she has one small braid to the side of her face, and the back is pulled up in a half-ponytail. She has black feathers tucked into the ties for both the braid and the half ponytail. See reference folder.
Face: Heart-shaped face, beauty mark at the outside bottom corner of her left eye, scar across the nose
Skin Tone: Light tan
Body Type: Azriel is roughly 5'3" and built like a gymnast. She has healed scarring on her right shoulder and on the right side of her torso, crossing over to around her stomach.
Star Color: Crimson
Clothes: Lots of red (matching both eyes and star), bits of brown and cream. Azriel could've stepped out of any Dungeons & Dragons game -- she's got a classic high fantasy style, all leather and cloth, like a stereotypical Rogue. There's an empty sword belt at her waist that might've held a rapier in a past life. She has black feathers as accenting (subject to change if someone wants her as Bonded; this motif is sort of her 'default' state).