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Azalea Zaidren
Aura Code: C80258, a rich red-magenta
Aura Scent: strawberries and cream
Ability: fire
Age: 16
Kin: Thurman Zaidren (father), Summer Zaidren (mother)
Azalea is a pretty scary sort of person. One moment he's singing something pleasantly. The next, he's setting everything on fire. Always hating and being hated, he was never the sort of person that would grow up a happy. His father was a hard, rough man that could care less about anyone else but himself. Finally tired of their horrid life, Azalea's mother killed herself when he was only three. From then on, his life turned from bleak and miserable to a life without any form of love or kindness within it. His father never remarried, he never had siblings or other relatives, and as the two of them lived smack dab in the middle of nowhere, he never had any friends. He was taught how to survive and that the world was unforgiving. His father also taught him how to kill, and they killed anyone who trespassed on their property. His father also ate people, but Azalea had some form of soul within him that prevented him from performing such cannibalistic acts. A few years later, Azalea was eight. His father had retreated to some disgusting, bottomless darkness within himself, and as the year was hard on them, his father started eating Azalea. He kept him alive of course, and would only cut off chunks large enough to satisfy his hunger without causing detrimental harm to the kid so he could conserve the meat source over long periods of time. Azalea was finally rescued at age twelve, when cops investigating the area on reported strange murders came across the cabin. They returned several times before getting an actual warrant to search the place. Inside, they found all the proof they needed, mostly body parts from all the victims, and then they found Azalea stuffed in an unused freezer box holding onto his severed arm. His father was arrested and eventually got the chair. Azalea was put into varied orphanages before one was finally able to take him in full time. He was considered a very special needs child due to his traumas, suspected cannibalism despite his denial, and then of course, his missing left arm, various fingers, scars galore, and damaged left leg. He walks with a limp and has trouble getting up in the morning sometimes because the pain is excruciating. He is also plagued with bad dreams and has insomnia, which requires some rather severe medications. Azalea is cracked. In the head. He's a loose cannon that has gone off before and keeps resetting to blow up again. Though he's never hurt people during his episodes, it's very likely that he could. Therapy only works so much. He has someone always watching out for him, kind of like a guard in a way. Someone who steps in before he can get out of hand. Azalea hates being on a short leash, but when he's off his rocker, he doesn't notice it that much. There's a reason why this one armed freak is always smiling. It's because he sees the world as a wonderful, beautiful place inside his head. That seems nice, but what he does in his head isn't what he does with his hands. He is an arsonist. A pyro. A person obsessed with burning and harming and destroying. He burns things and terrifies people while in his head, well, who knows. Rainbows and unicorns and bubbles and candy or something equally cute. It's kind of sad. Seeing this young man with a supposed life ahead of him, talking to himself of beautiful things that aren't there and a family that he doesn't have and singing sweet songs about childish places. All the while he stares at nonexistent images or chases after someone else with a knife. Suffice to say, his guard has their work cut out for them with this handful. Thankfully, Azalea's breakdowns aren't that often. When they do happen though, they are random, rapid, and severe.
Aura Code: C80258, a rich red-magenta
Aura Scent: strawberries and cream
Ability: fire
Age: 16
Kin: Thurman Zaidren (father), Summer Zaidren (mother)
Azalea is a pretty scary sort of person. One moment he's singing something pleasantly. The next, he's setting everything on fire. Always hating and being hated, he was never the sort of person that would grow up a happy. His father was a hard, rough man that could care less about anyone else but himself. Finally tired of their horrid life, Azalea's mother killed herself when he was only three. From then on, his life turned from bleak and miserable to a life without any form of love or kindness within it. His father never remarried, he never had siblings or other relatives, and as the two of them lived smack dab in the middle of nowhere, he never had any friends. He was taught how to survive and that the world was unforgiving. His father also taught him how to kill, and they killed anyone who trespassed on their property. His father also ate people, but Azalea had some form of soul within him that prevented him from performing such cannibalistic acts. A few years later, Azalea was eight. His father had retreated to some disgusting, bottomless darkness within himself, and as the year was hard on them, his father started eating Azalea. He kept him alive of course, and would only cut off chunks large enough to satisfy his hunger without causing detrimental harm to the kid so he could conserve the meat source over long periods of time. Azalea was finally rescued at age twelve, when cops investigating the area on reported strange murders came across the cabin. They returned several times before getting an actual warrant to search the place. Inside, they found all the proof they needed, mostly body parts from all the victims, and then they found Azalea stuffed in an unused freezer box holding onto his severed arm. His father was arrested and eventually got the chair. Azalea was put into varied orphanages before one was finally able to take him in full time. He was considered a very special needs child due to his traumas, suspected cannibalism despite his denial, and then of course, his missing left arm, various fingers, scars galore, and damaged left leg. He walks with a limp and has trouble getting up in the morning sometimes because the pain is excruciating. He is also plagued with bad dreams and has insomnia, which requires some rather severe medications. Azalea is cracked. In the head. He's a loose cannon that has gone off before and keeps resetting to blow up again. Though he's never hurt people during his episodes, it's very likely that he could. Therapy only works so much. He has someone always watching out for him, kind of like a guard in a way. Someone who steps in before he can get out of hand. Azalea hates being on a short leash, but when he's off his rocker, he doesn't notice it that much. There's a reason why this one armed freak is always smiling. It's because he sees the world as a wonderful, beautiful place inside his head. That seems nice, but what he does in his head isn't what he does with his hands. He is an arsonist. A pyro. A person obsessed with burning and harming and destroying. He burns things and terrifies people while in his head, well, who knows. Rainbows and unicorns and bubbles and candy or something equally cute. It's kind of sad. Seeing this young man with a supposed life ahead of him, talking to himself of beautiful things that aren't there and a family that he doesn't have and singing sweet songs about childish places. All the while he stares at nonexistent images or chases after someone else with a knife. Suffice to say, his guard has their work cut out for them with this handful. Thankfully, Azalea's breakdowns aren't that often. When they do happen though, they are random, rapid, and severe.
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Motoki Koi
He's stronger than the average man through vigorous, routine workouts and constant action in his life. He never passes a moment by idly. He is also rather fast and agile, having honed himself for his favorite sport: parkour. It keeps him engaged and energizes him. He feels most alive when doing death defying leaps from rooftop to rooftop. He is also very brave, never one to back down from a fight. He is also a master manipulator. Head games are his thing. You want to get screwed? Try your wits against his. He will use logic, reasoning, second guessing, and all sorts of other techniques to leave your head spinning. People often see Motoki carrying two katanas around. Yes, he does know how to use them, thanks for asking. Yes, he will use them on you if he feels like it. Thanks for asking. You have been warned. Those who know Motoki have given him a rather gruesome nickname: the Vampire. Motoki has a very bizarre obsession... with blood. His girlfriend got him obsessed with it first. He was one of her victims. She did the usual flirtations and fooling around. But then she pushed him down and pressed a razor to his neck. Frozen in fear, he did nothing as she cut him open and started her little feed. It was frightening, but he loved the feel of his blood leaving his body. It was so thrilling to feel life slip away in such a terrifying rush. Now he does the same to others. Not quite the same feeling comes from it. A different one though: a feeling of power, control, and some twisted version of lust too, maybe. Unfortunately, he gets carried away at times and people wind up dead. Though he feels guilty about it, it is not enough for him to stop. This craving often leaves him sick. Humans were not meant to drink blood. And though they call him Vampire, he is not one. So he gets sick, sometimes bad enough to be stuck in the hospital. Day to day he is very shaky, dizzy, and needs to sleep a lot. It gets problematic when the people who rely on him need him in a pinch and he's not strong enough to even stand up.
He's stronger than the average man through vigorous, routine workouts and constant action in his life. He never passes a moment by idly. He is also rather fast and agile, having honed himself for his favorite sport: parkour. It keeps him engaged and energizes him. He feels most alive when doing death defying leaps from rooftop to rooftop. He is also very brave, never one to back down from a fight. He is also a master manipulator. Head games are his thing. You want to get screwed? Try your wits against his. He will use logic, reasoning, second guessing, and all sorts of other techniques to leave your head spinning. People often see Motoki carrying two katanas around. Yes, he does know how to use them, thanks for asking. Yes, he will use them on you if he feels like it. Thanks for asking. You have been warned. Those who know Motoki have given him a rather gruesome nickname: the Vampire. Motoki has a very bizarre obsession... with blood. His girlfriend got him obsessed with it first. He was one of her victims. She did the usual flirtations and fooling around. But then she pushed him down and pressed a razor to his neck. Frozen in fear, he did nothing as she cut him open and started her little feed. It was frightening, but he loved the feel of his blood leaving his body. It was so thrilling to feel life slip away in such a terrifying rush. Now he does the same to others. Not quite the same feeling comes from it. A different one though: a feeling of power, control, and some twisted version of lust too, maybe. Unfortunately, he gets carried away at times and people wind up dead. Though he feels guilty about it, it is not enough for him to stop. This craving often leaves him sick. Humans were not meant to drink blood. And though they call him Vampire, he is not one. So he gets sick, sometimes bad enough to be stuck in the hospital. Day to day he is very shaky, dizzy, and needs to sleep a lot. It gets problematic when the people who rely on him need him in a pinch and he's not strong enough to even stand up.
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Landon Alexander Factor
Aura Code:
Aura Scent:
Ability: artistic creation animation
Age: 19
Kin:
From a young age, he was curious, creative, and exceptionally happy. It's not a happiness normally expressed by young children, for what sort of child laughs with unsurpassed glee when they just choked an infant animal to death? A child like Landon of course! His parents started fearing for their lives, especially when he used his powers. Everything he draws, paints, sculpts, or otherwise, comes to life at his will. The only downside, would be that any injury they received would be felt by him, but he avoided this obstacle simply enough or simply ignored the pain. He became an amazing artist, mostly drawing demonic, disturbing creatures that he would then send out to kill people. He became a ruthless, killing machine, obsessed with the sight of blood and gore. Oftentimes, after killing a person, he would use their blood to paint a picture on the ground or wall that the dead body happened to be laying by. He's like a ghost, never being where he's supposed to and appearing in the strangest of places. He isn't even around all the time for certain killings, using his creations as an extension of himself instead. This helps him stay invisible, and keeps the description told by victims always changing. Landon's most distinguishing feature are his tattoos. He primarily keeps the tattoos covering his left arm and shoulder, going back over it again and again. This has left his arm multicolored and with no discernible image or design. Despite the tattoos, Landon's appearance is fairly normal enough. He looks about nineteen, has fair skin, and very soft, light blonde hair, unruly and wavy. His eyes are a bright green, with darker green centered around his pupils. He's muscular, athletic, and has a very well toned body because of it. His most prominent scars are along his chest. He smiles, but it's a ruse. He loves to kill and be killed. He will cut you up and tear you apart in any way he sees fit, only to watch you piece yourself back together so he can do it again. He killed his parents because he thought it would be fun, leaving his siblings and him orphans. He won't kill his siblings, he won't say why, though they do wait in dread for him to do so. If he's heartless enough to kill his parents, he is heartless enough to kill anyone.
Aura Code:
Aura Scent:
Ability: artistic creation animation
Age: 19
Kin:
From a young age, he was curious, creative, and exceptionally happy. It's not a happiness normally expressed by young children, for what sort of child laughs with unsurpassed glee when they just choked an infant animal to death? A child like Landon of course! His parents started fearing for their lives, especially when he used his powers. Everything he draws, paints, sculpts, or otherwise, comes to life at his will. The only downside, would be that any injury they received would be felt by him, but he avoided this obstacle simply enough or simply ignored the pain. He became an amazing artist, mostly drawing demonic, disturbing creatures that he would then send out to kill people. He became a ruthless, killing machine, obsessed with the sight of blood and gore. Oftentimes, after killing a person, he would use their blood to paint a picture on the ground or wall that the dead body happened to be laying by. He's like a ghost, never being where he's supposed to and appearing in the strangest of places. He isn't even around all the time for certain killings, using his creations as an extension of himself instead. This helps him stay invisible, and keeps the description told by victims always changing. Landon's most distinguishing feature are his tattoos. He primarily keeps the tattoos covering his left arm and shoulder, going back over it again and again. This has left his arm multicolored and with no discernible image or design. Despite the tattoos, Landon's appearance is fairly normal enough. He looks about nineteen, has fair skin, and very soft, light blonde hair, unruly and wavy. His eyes are a bright green, with darker green centered around his pupils. He's muscular, athletic, and has a very well toned body because of it. His most prominent scars are along his chest. He smiles, but it's a ruse. He loves to kill and be killed. He will cut you up and tear you apart in any way he sees fit, only to watch you piece yourself back together so he can do it again. He killed his parents because he thought it would be fun, leaving his siblings and him orphans. He won't kill his siblings, he won't say why, though they do wait in dread for him to do so. If he's heartless enough to kill his parents, he is heartless enough to kill anyone.
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Alessia Queens
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Nadir Nightingale
Aura Code:
Aura Scent:
Ability: reanimation
Age: 8
Kin: Majoric Nightingale (father), Amelia Nightingale (mother), Sinclaire and Cazper (cousins), Marius, Névenoé, Solomon, and Firo Nightingale (uncles), Fiorella Nightingale (aunt)
flaws/weaknesses
can overreact, smother people, annoy others
needy
neat freak, perfectionist, germaphobe
worries about going outside the box. a lot
is very picky about what he eats, hates breaks in routine
Aura Code:
Aura Scent:
Ability: reanimation
Age: 8
Kin: Majoric Nightingale (father), Amelia Nightingale (mother), Sinclaire and Cazper (cousins), Marius, Névenoé, Solomon, and Firo Nightingale (uncles), Fiorella Nightingale (aunt)
- feels abandoned by his father, but just focuses on his new family now. he loves his little brothers very much
- knows his family are killers. he is determined to leave them one day
- he is very adept at weaponry and stealth. he is being pressured to be an assassin, but he does not want to be one. still, he goes through training anyway
- perfect "model" child. he doesn't rebel and is very quiet and well mannered
- selfless. takes a big brother attitude for everyone. over empathic. a human wall against anything that comes to the people around him.
- is more attuned with what is around him than he lets on. observant, aware. higher intellect and more adult.
- still is a kid through and through. he loves to play and gets bored with school. also easily frustrated. he's not good at taking tests and things even though he gets the materials. he usually procrastinates or rushes through so he can abandon it and go play.
flaws/weaknesses
can overreact, smother people, annoy others
needy
neat freak, perfectionist, germaphobe
worries about going outside the box. a lot
is very picky about what he eats, hates breaks in routine
absorb people: souls, organs, and otherwise
controls/creates/manipulates apples
assume mountain giant form (like from the Hobbit)
beast mimicry
create a high speed vortex just around him that works similar to a weed whacker blade
can create an external giant form that he puppetteers while inside it
can teleport/see/communicate using water
controls/creates/manipulates apples
assume mountain giant form (like from the Hobbit)
beast mimicry
create a high speed vortex just around him that works similar to a weed whacker blade
can create an external giant form that he puppetteers while inside it
can teleport/see/communicate using water
other pics for gwaine
ok, so, i was looking for more gwaine pics after mania updated her anat pic, and I noticed the pics I was grabbing were not exactly like his original. i then realized his original was Lancer from Fate/Stay Night while the newer ones I was grabbing were from Fate/Zero. I like the Fate/Zero ones MUCH better, so I will only be using Fate/Zero pics in future. Sorry about the ponytail, mania.
Also: the one with him caught in the thorn vines and flowers... he so totally has to battle Celeste now. Cel! We must make dis happen! The pic is too perf ^^
Also: the one with him caught in the thorn vines and flowers... he so totally has to battle Celeste now. Cel! We must make dis happen! The pic is too perf ^^