Nickname: That Crazy Rabbit Bitch
Species: Totally Harmless Rabbit Faunus
Age: 17
Emblem: (Optional)
Aura Colour: Pink~ <3
Semblance:
Love in the Crossfire – Azalea's Semblance, like herself, is understandably a Semblance that's all types of creepy and scary and cute and pretty and lovely. Love in the Crossfire is the manipulation of Aura in a manner that allows her never ever lose track of the people she love~ Upon activation, Azalea gains the ability to see other people, regardless of how well they hide. Capable of perceiving the shroud of Aura that emanates from all living beings, as well as the void of Aura that represent all Grimm, it could be said that one can run from a maiden in love, but one can never hide. Or escape for that matter. Because while Love in the Crossfire's passive ability is the enhancement of Azalea's sight, its active ability is for her to change her body into a Faunus voodoo doll. By injuring herself, she can generate the equivalent 'effect' of the injury onto another. If she stabs her legs, the target will be unable to walk. If she stabs her arms, they'll be unable to lift. If she hits herself on the head, they'll get concussions.
It doesn't matter how big or strong you are. Love conquers all~!
Weapon: Raptor Rapture is a set of two daggers, just a bit shorter than Azalea's forearms, that serve as her weapons. Straight, double-edged blades with a silver hilt and rose-esque engravings on its grip, it appears to be quite a normal weapon, other than the fact that its blades are serrated, like the teeth of sharks. It's pommel though, is what keeps it distinct from every other dagger or short sword that one can obtain from their neighborhood medieval weaponry store. The ring-like pommel is detachable, and draws out a thin, almost invisible, steel wire, capable of extending a maximum of fifteen meters. Capable of withstanding the tension of three tons of weight, it serves a variety of purposes, not all of them for combat. The pommel can be retracted through a hidden button in the hilt of the blade.
Dust: “Who's Dust? Is he cute?”
Other Equipment: Generally, Azalea carries a pair of disposable gloves, a lockpicking set, a small camera, some tissues, and a suspiciously unlabelled pill bottle, with tablets that have the letters 'NTR' engraved lightly onto them.
Skills & Abilities: Azalea is a rabbit faunus. Thus, she's good with her feet. Living for a few years with her hands tied up behind her back had made her extraordinarily good with her feet, in truth. She can use them as she would with her hands, and she could even be considered to be ambidextrous with them, capable of holding pens in both feet and writing two different letters with both of them at the same time. And, as expected, Azalea's legs are strong, making her fast and furious, both as a sprinter and a kickboxer. To add onto her lower body prowess even further, she's a lightfooted individual who can step around silently, like a ninja. Except she's a stalker, which is why this rabbit faunus is also extraordinarily good at finding out the personal information of individuals that she's interested in. Combine that with her lock-picking skills, which can only be stopped by one of those stoopid electronic locks, and there's no escape from her. One would say to hide yo kids, hide yo wives, but after she gets started, Azalea sees all. There is no escape from the Eye of Azalea, and there is no mercy to be found in her quest for true love.
Description: All things considered, Azalea Prayers is an eye-catching young faunus, in a cute, fluffy, girly way. With a slender, toned build and soft, pink hair, she gives off the impression of someone who's light and carefree, the type of girl whom you can freely talk about nothing with. Her eyes are a shade of amethyst, quirky and bouncy, always filled with energy, while her attire, whenever she has a choice, strays towards minimal clothing with light, pastel shades. Her hands and fingers are cool to the touch, soft and smooth, while her feet are dainty and small, if not heavily callused. She stands at a height of 5'7, and Azalea's height only makes her slim legs seem longer. The two drooping white bunny ears on her head are the only reminder she has that she's actually a faunus.
Personality: Azalea is a girl who is in love with love, entranced with something that she had never, herself, felt before. In search for such an unattainable treasure, she'll go past boundaries that many others have stopped at. A monster who takes the form of a rabbit faunus, she's both merciless and fanciful, one who has no qualms with tearing out someone's spine with her teeth, and yet would love to decide the fate of the world over a hot dog eating contest. Laws amuse her, and figures of authority make her laugh, because she lost faith in those things as a child. The only types of people she respects are those that can do anything they want to, regardless of what others say. Outside of love, she is empty, one who can pretend to be interested in a variety of other wholesome activities, but ultimately care little about it. In a way, Azalea is almost a groupie, someone who absentmindedly mirrors the likes and dislikes of her 'friends', because she really doesn't care.
Azalea's mother was a cat Faunus, and because of that, the local gang leader that ruled the town they lived in decided that it would be funny if they cut off her hands and feet and had her crawl around like the cat she was. By the time Azalea was born, her mother was just an empty husk of a person, who had long forgotten the language of humans. Normally, she would have shared the same fate, but whether it was luck or misfortune, she was born as a bunny faunus. One of the boss's enforcers had a fetish for bunny girls, and ensured that Azalea was well-taken care of. Placed in a large room with a single window, she spent her childhood being taken care of by faunus in worse positions than herself, sealed behind iron bars and doors that only locked from the outside. It was a pointless existence, where she lived only because there was nothing else to do, but it was something that she had grown used to. Other faunus would leave the room, sometimes, with fear in their eyes. None of them would return whole, if they returned at all.
Through those experiences, and the stories she heard, Azalea had eventually managed to piece together the whole situation. Faunus were sub-humans, and thus, could be treated as objects for the amusement of the superior race. They were unloved by the gods that created the world, and deserved not the affection of others. They also tasted like their animal counterparts, so eating a faunus was perfectly acceptable for humans. They were savage beasts, so it was fine entertainment to throw faunus up against wild animals or captured Grimm. In a world that consisted of a single, dirty room filled with unloved, unwhole faunus, Azalea grew to thirst for that odd thing.
Then, she became eight years old, and the man who made sure that she wouldn't be scarred until he could have his way with her had brought her out of the room, into a place that was so much more different that the world she lived in. It was shiny, clean, filled to the brim with luxurious, wasteful decorations. It was a hotel for the rich and the entitled, the humans who were even greater than other humans, who could do whatever they wanted because they had the money and power for it. All those riches made Azalea hungry. She wanted to feel what it felt like to have everything. But then, she was brought into another room that smelled like copper. There, in that dark, dark room, she was hung upside down and used as a punching bag for twenty minutes, before being dropped back down and allowed to recover. Once again, she had found herself in a dark, locked room.
Over the course of several weeks, those sessions increased in frequency, and Azalea was slowly losing sense of herself. The amount of times she's had something akin to an out-of-body experience could be counted on both fingers, her soul brought back every time with timely medical intervention. A dead punching bag wasn't quite as fun, after all. And then, during one of those sessions, she realized something that made her oh-so-very happy.
Every time he hit her, he made sure to be cautious enough just so that she would not die from it. He
cared for her! Which means that he's expressing his affections through pain! So...that meant pain was love, and love was pain. Love was the ability to cause suffering to those you cared for, without feeling bad about it.
The next time he came in, Azalea bit through a tendon in his sandaled feet, dragged him down onto the floor with herself, ignored the love taps that he inflicted on her head, and tore out his throat with her teeth. That was also the first time she'd felt any kind of warmth, and it felt like love. But that sensation faded quickly, as that enforcer's henchmen dragged her away from the corpse and threw her into a narrow closet, as they awaited the orders of the boss.
Two days later, the blood on her face having crusted like a thin mask, Azalea was giving a small meal of expired bread and water, before being sent into the 'arena'. The boss was kind. He would let her fight for her right to live another day. At nine years old, she was sent up against some sort of snake, her hands tied behind her back because 'rabbits don't use their hands for anything'. Apparently, the crowd wanted to watch her get scared and try to escape, before getting swallowed whole by that serpent.
Instead, she stomped its head into itty-bitty pieces, and then smiled up at the crowd. There was a momentary pause, before she received a wave of applause.
Azalea felt warm again.
Pain was indeed, love.
Her escapades in the arena continued, with the time between each match increasing in length, and with her living conditions increased with every kill. The crowds adored her, that pink-haired, purpled-eyed rabbit that would so brutally and unexpectedly smash apart all the animals sent against her. With her hands permanently bound behind her back, she learned how to use her feet as her hands, amazing the crowd when she disarmed a human with a knife, before promptly juggling that blade on one foot and then kicking it into his crotch.
It was a fun, fun time, but as the allure of the crowd grew tiring, Azalea grew bored. She was 11 now, marred with injuries that were healed spotlessly through the help of underground doctors. She was surrounded with odd luxuries, but had no one she could speak to, no one she could play with. In arena matches, most of the sentient fighters that she went up against no longer fought with hopes that they would win. The animals were growing terribly boring after she realized that they simply moved using their most basic instincts. The occasional Grimm was the same, monsters who were frightening, but whom had no intelligence. She was losing her own source of entertainment, and that downer mood dampened the crowds own enthusiasm. The arena was becoming a loveless place once more, but Azalea was still bound, with no way to escape. She would have wanted to think up a way to, but she wasn't smart enough for that.
Luckily, she didn't have to.
In the twelfth year of her life, freedom was given to her as a present. The police, through a change of leadership, had finally gathered the resources for a raid, and all those present were either arrested or, in extreme cases, killed. Azalea found herself in the scaly embrace of an alligator faunus, one by the name of Police Investigator Alex Garcias. It was a cold, but firm embrace, as he brought the rabbit faunus outside for the first time since she was born.
It was snowing outside, something that she had only heard of from the death throes of her human opponents. A cold, lovely world.
A new world full of the mysteries of love.
She was kept at an orphanage for a few years, making lots of friends and learning lots of basic skills, before the Sister deemed her night time activities as “terribly immoral and sinful”, and Azalea was kicked out. She spent another few months on the streets, spending fun times with whomever would care for her, before they disappeared, leaving her in some random hotel room. It was only when she was 15 in which an unscrupulous individual, a Huntress on vacation, noticed her, before taking Azalea under her wing. Miss Prayers was what Azalea addressed to her as.
Through her guidance, Azalea learned the basics of controlling Aura, as the life of a Huntress was the only role possible for someone who was so incapable of hiding her bloodlust and ferocity. The battle against Grimm was, perhaps, a miracle for the monstrous misfits in society, who would, in other times, become criminals or warlords or dictators. Azalea found her way once more, and through that Huntress's recommendations, enrolled in Beacon Academy.
Now, the world of Azalea was filled with love, blood, and Grimm.
