Dr Acula

The Breaking of the Seals

Movement at the mouth of the alley drew Avalon's attention sideways, away agian from the demon. The girl from earlier seemed to have recovered, and had hauled herself upright. 'Praise God for his mercies,' was her first thought, relief that the girl was ok. Avalon was prepared for a lot. Always. Being a legacy from a long line of legacies she had Knighthood in her blood, and aimed to live up to the expectations of that legacy. The moment of relief was almost immediately followed by one of trepidation, 'why couldn't she have stayed out cold for another 5 minutes?' And then a combo of terror and frustration as the alley tried to crumple in on itself, and the figure screamed the word demon loud enough for the world to hear before fainting once more.

And that moment of distraction for her meant she missed the start of the actual fight. The gun shot was loud, if the girl screaming bloody murder hadn't drawn attention then that would. This fight was now on a timer - 'why didn't he use aa silencer, the fool!' - and Rufus was not doing nearly as well as she hoped. The second shot left no room for messing up. Rufus was killed, by his own firearm no less - rookie level error. No time to focus on that though. No, she had a Prophet in the middle of Prophecy, and an Angelborn who was as vulnerable as a babe. She was going to have to choose, hellspawn it.

The demon was closer to Jasmine, and the head of this Chapter was her main priority. Losing a new angelborn wouldn't be great but losing Jasmine would be worse. Decision made she moved to engage the demon and rescue Jasmine when the demon changed its tracks. Great, it had noticed the angelborn too and was going for the tastier treat. She moved to intercept, lobbing the vial of holy water from her pocket in a way that it would hit and smash directly in its face, sending it with a quick prayer that the demon wouldn't notice until it was too late. The vial was swiftly replaced with the second dagger from her waistband, and she was very aware not only of the cumbersome bag on her back, but that she had brought knives to a gunfight and she wasn't even wearing protection.

'Today,' she mused internally, 'is just not my day.'

But maybe Heaven did smile on them, as Jasmine seemed to come to, guided by the angels and flinging cutting wind at the demon, even as Avalon engaged, a whirlwind of sharp, rune etched, blessed steel. Each cut causing terrible pain to demonkind. Even as she compartmentalized Rufus, and had to let the woman snatcher take her precious Angelborn as she dealt with the problem in front of her. Instinct told her that the girl would be ok. Heaven has its plans.

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Cola

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Sphere

The Breaking of the Seals

Avalon carefully advanced down the alleyway. She was not in the most prime position with her back exposed to the open portal to the street but it couldn't be helped. Steel threaded through her grey eyes as they locked onto the three. Her whole body honed in, ready to explode into action. Insincts and muscle memory both at play. Carefully she got the long dagger ou of he pocket, holding it loosely at her side, keeping the vial in her pocket, out of view of the demon.

She caught the end of the conversation about the dog, a stalling distraction manoever if ever she heard one. Although, in Rufus' defence they were trained to fight and protect, not be diplomatic with conversation. Pretty words were more than domain of the Prophets and the Angelborn. For her, and her fellows, they were taught strategy, and how to fight. How to defend, how to keep all senses trained on the target, your charge, and constantly assess for other issues. And one of those issues was going to be noise drawing attention of onlookers. This would have to be fast.

Or not at all.

She continued her slow advance, focusing on keeping herself between the demon and its path to freedom. But more than that, she noticed the change in Rufus' stance, blocking the prophet completely from view. Tension radiating further through his body. She could also no longer see the Prophet, but she knew it wasn't good. She could make an educated guess at the situation, and she hoped that there was a good reason for this exact moment to be blessed by Heaven. And not, say, five minutes either side.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." Avalon muttered to herself what seemed to be the pertinent verse of the psalm until she was in close range of the original group. Then directing her focus to Rufus she told him in a low voice, "You need to get her out of here. Protect the radiant host."

Because he did. She could tangle up the demon long enough for them to get clear. His duty was to Jasmine, hers was to rid the world of the demon scourge or dying trying... at least until she got an assignment that wasn't just patrol. And that was exactly what she would do.

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Noble

The Breaking of the Seals

Avalon Laffay groaned as she rolled over to slince the alarm on her nightstand. She'd been having the best dream, a boring dream perhaps, but a nice one. Of sunshine and peace. Reality though came back with a crash as she opened her eyes to the bedroom of her apartment. The room was small, it's walls lined with white paint and the dawn light blocked by heavy navy curtains. It had little in the way of furnishings - a set of wooden drawers, a matching side table, the bed with its white sheets and blue duvet. A silvery grey throw sprawled across the grey carpet where it had been kicked off during the warm night. A pedestal fan whirred in the corner near the foot of her bed doing its best to cool and stir the warm air. A cursory glance around the room would find it lonely. The surfaces were almost all bare, even of dust, apart from doilies of lace that covered them to stop them from being scratched fromt he few items that laid upon them. A novel, a plugged in phone, and a lamp were on the nightstand whilst a Bible, a dagger, and a sheathed sword lay on the dresser. Amendment, it looked as though a serial killer lived here.

Pack lightly and be ready to leave at all times had been drilled into her from birth, and was not a habit easily broken. When one kills demons for a living, getting in the way of their objectives, one must assume that 'ere long one will track you down to your home to get you out of the way. Avalon stretched and kicked off the blanket, yawning her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

A wee while later Avalon was ready to go. Shoulder length raven curls tied up in a smart ponytail, the scrunched holding it decorated with a faux bow ribbon. A blue cotton polo shirt was worn loose over wide legged cotton shorts. The breat pocket had an embroidered sword surounded by a halo on it, and the shorts had wide legs with deep pockets to conceal an armoury of weapons. The dagger in its thigh Sheahan concealed by the shorts leg, with the pocket having a hole in it to be drawn through. The other pocket took a couple of vials of holy water and her phone, and she tucked a second dagger into a sheath in the small of her back by her waistband. A gym bag made for hockey concealed the sword for all but the handle, and the gem that would help her locate the demons in his realm. If one looked closely the bag had a symbol of a sword with angel wings behind it, within the borders of a shield.

The rest of her apartment looked the same as the bedroom. White walls, navy curtains. The fridge had some local take out menus and not much else. She stepped into some sensible but pretty sneakers before she stepped out into the world at large, locking the front door and placing a line of salt under it. You can never be too careful.

She opened her phone as she started walking. Coffee and breakfast from her favourite was the first order of the day, and the first move her mother would admonish her for. Routine mad you lazy and dead, the voice echoed in her mind but today was just that kind of day where you needed your favourites. Some instinct in her just knew this. "Instinct is the gift God gave us," she muttered under her breath back to her mother - albeit just the ghost of her imagination.

The walk from her apartment wasn't long, but the day apparently was getting started with or without coffee in her system. She rounded the corner to see a girl start seizing, falling directly to the pavement, with another guy booking it away from her and dragged into a car. With a cry Avalon rushed over to the girl, trying to get the attention of someone. Anyone. "Help, someone!" She shouted, "Someon call 999... sorry 911!" She screamed trying to get anyone's attention. Fumbling her own phone out of her pocket she went to call them herself when it lit up and alarmed like a top tier security system.

That alert would only mean top brass was in trouble. "Shit!" She swore fiercely to herself. She looked at her phone, the co-ordinates were literally just around the corner from her - Jasmine, the prophet. "Shit, shit, Satan and witchcraft" she swore again. She thrust her phone back into her pocket and tried to drag the girl out of the thoroughfare at least and against a wall. The only good thing about it was that Mistreaver was blissfully dull. "I'm sorry I have to leave you, but I'll come back for you I swear. And until then may God bless you and keep you safe from harm." Then she took off at a sprint around the corner, gym bag bouncing against her back. She all but skidded to a halt as she approached the scene. Jasmine faced off against a girl, Bruno and a body guard - Rufus. She'd seen him around HQ a lot, he was always nice to the new recruits. And very handy at repairing the coffee machines that kept the Knights going.

The gem in Mistreaver's hilt began to glow, the girl must be a demon-possessed. She palmer a vial of holy water in one hand, and the hilt of her pocket dagger with the other. She gave Rufus the Nod, to say she was ready, making sure to stand in a way that kept the demon-possessed between them but so he could see the emblem on the bag. She dared not speak the Knight's Geeting aloud, incase the demon picked up on it and escaped. She hoped it was enough. She prayed she was enough.

The Breaking of the Seals

||Name|| Avalon Laffay
||Age|| 24
||Race|| Knight of the Veil
||Magic|| a general Knights arsenal of blessed objects given their inability to perform magic themselves, plus an inherited Blessed sword passed down the maternal bloodline, Mistreaver. The blade is blessed to glow kn the presence of demons (when actively in control of the host) and warm when someone tells a lie (and be good at causing pain to demons from its Holy nature of course).

||Appearance||
[hair color] Raven black loose curls
[eye color] Grey as riverstones
[height] 5'8"
[body build] Athletically feminine
[weight] 80kg
[Mistreaver] the blade hangs from her hip to her ankle, and shines silver beind the runes etched skilfully into the blade. It's crossguard is relatively plain, as is the handle with its white wrapping. The pommel is an equal armed cross within a circle, and in the middle of the cross is a diamond, the source of the glow from demonic presence. It's scabbard is mostly a white suede, with banded sections of rune inscribed silvery steel.

||Personality||
Avalon is a kind hearted soul who has a warm smile and a nice word to.say about everyone. She's the kind of person to go out of their way to help someone who looks like they're struggling, and manages at least one genuine compliment to a stranger daily. When it comes to the fight though it's like a switch is flipped, and she becomes the kind of person to bop first, ask questions later. No demon is getting past her come Hell or high water.

||History||
The Laffay family can trace their history through their women all the way back to the original order of Knights of the Grail. And just as Mistreaver has passed from Mother to Daughter upon their first demon kill, the Laffay name has been kept by the women, refusing to take up their husband's names in marriage. Whilst her homeland is still the British Isles, where she was born and raised for most of her childhood, their family was reassigned to an American chapter when she was in her teens after a particularly bad run in with demons that had grouped together.

Her father is also a Knight, trained in demon killing and Angel-born protection as much as the others but specialises more into helping keep the Knights armed. He has been a behind the scenes Knight his whole career, forging weapons and teaching those children born into the order like Avalon. Her mother is an active duty Knight, and whilst Avalon looks up to her mother, and all the women in her line, she's closer to her father, for she sees a lot more of him. Less so now that she is a Knight herself, and she wishes to prove herself worthy of the Laffay name.

||Current Alignment||
Fighting the Good fight against the demon blight

||Miscellaneous||
Avalon's first demon kill is talked up proudly by her parents, who have always cheered her accomplishments, but was also almost completely by accident - albeit an accident out of a comedic horror film scene with a woodchipper. As per tradition, she was gifted Mistreaver at this point, and she has yet to draw the bladenor fight with it as she doesn't feel like it counted, or that she is worthy yet.

Her family's sigil is that of a silver sword, encircled by a gold halo on a blue background.

Avalon's pronouns are she/her

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