Post by poisonapple on Aug 13, 2011 14:39:21 GMT -5
{AZRA ELIZABETH LANCASTER}
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NAME ;; Azra Elizabeth Lancaster.
AGE ;; A young-looking twenty.
SPECIES ;; Human.
GENDER ;; Female.
SEXUALITY ;; Heterosexual.
SPECIAL ABILITY ;; Azra smells mighty damn good to vampires - so good, in fact, that she can be used as an effective diversion or as bait for any hunting expeditions. Should any of those 'fanged assholes' (or so she calls them) reach her and get a taste of her blood, they will quickly regret it. Not only does it taste absolutely horrible after the initial burst of delicious vitae, but it also harms the vampire drinking it, making them violently nauseous. Of course, how ill a vampire gets depends upon the amount of blood absorbed. While there's no confirmed cases of Az's blood being fatal (it cannot be), that doesn't stop her from touting it as such to potential clients. Also of note is that she has a high tolerance to the venom in a vampire's bite; while she believes it to be an immunity from the transformative powers of it, she still feels the pain… and eventually, she will become that which she hunts.
HAIR DESCRIPTION ;; While it's been awhile since Azra's all-out dyed her hair some exotic color or another, it's not at all unusual to find various streaks of whatever color strikes her fancy throughout bleached-blond hair, the length kept long enough to brush the middle of her back whenever she leaves it loose. All of the dyeing she does leaves it a bit rough to the touch-- it'd be a lot worse, if it wasn't for how she obsessively conditions it.
EYE DESCRIPTION ;; Blue-green is the best way to describe Azra's eye color, whichever color is more prevalent depending on what she's wearing. They're almost always bloodshot, and with bags beneath them from a lack of sleep.
BODY DESCRIPTION ;; Pale from shunning the sun and lean due to skipping meals, Azra's curves are present enough to be emphasized when she feels the need to do so… but that's about it. Both ears are pieced multiple times - and there's others scattered over her body, some visible... some not.
PLAY BY ;; Taylor Momsen.
FULL PERSONALITY ;;Az's mentality, well... that's become something of a problem. Abandonment issues are only the tip of the proverbial iceberg; beneath the now-vitriolic mask that she keeps up a good amount of the time lies the broken pieces of a once-whole heart, the result of multiple failed relationships and other hardships forced upon her by her lifestyle. Is she defined by her heartache? No way in Hell - they've simply taken their toll, turning playfully sarcastic words into all-out acerbic remarks, hardening already-present glitches in her personality that she used to compensate for. Short-tempered to a fault, she's become the stereotypical punk in attitude - to sum it up, she no longer gives a fuck about anyone around her. The world has made it abundantly clear that it could care less… so why should she go out of the way to care about it? At least she has the ability to bite her tongue when it comes to her livelihood as vampire bait; those business dealings are about the only time that she remembers her manners and behaves as one would expect a professional to act.
In the odd case that she can be bothered to give a damn about someone that isn't herself or a potential client, glimpses of her playfulness and generosity become visible through the acid of her scowl. Still waters run deep when it comes to her affections, a great deal of passion possible if her anger is any indicator since those emotions are not nearly as polarized as one would usually think. Once one betrays her rarely-given-out trust, though, there is no such thing as forgiveness… only hatred, and likely more than a few bullets as well.
Speaking of her weapon of choice; the Berretta .9mm is standard stuff, but the leftover bullets she has from her stint as a hunter-in-training are definitely not. From Glaser rounds filled with silver for lycanthropes to tracer rounds which are dandy at incinerating vampiric flesh when used in bulk, she's got just about anything... well, beyond ordinary lead bullets. Those are something that she doesn't have many of, if only because she used them all in order to get used to shooting again. While she doesn't have a license to do so, she carries that handgun concealed somewhere on her person, along with a dagger that's more function than fancy in appearance.
FAMILY ;; Azra's birth parents are Connor and Jacquie Lancaster, both deceased. Her adoptive parents are Richard (45) and Anne (44) Lancaster, whom are alive but estranged.
BIRTH DATE ;; April 1st.
CURRENT DWELLING ;; Forks, Washington.
HISTORY ;; While Azra doesn't know about her family heritage beyond snippets of rumor here or there that she doesn't quite connect with belonging to her, there's quite a bit of clout associated with the Lancaster name when it comes to those that hunt the supernatural. Known far and wide as deadly bait, the blond's actual parents followed in the footsteps of a centuries-old tradition that cost them their lives when their only child was but an infant. It is a shame that Azra never knew Connor and Jacquie; perhaps they would have been the influence she needed to not end up as such a bitter mess. The little girl was adopted by the Lancasters of Montpellier, Vermont - no relation to her blood relatives, unfortunately - and with her adoptive family's obsession with itself, it is no surprise that she's learned nothing from them.
The only child of a small-time politician and his perfectly Conservative wife - or so she believed - Azra was the perfect example of a little girl. Never did she misbehave; in fact, her father did his best to keep up that flawless image even beyond what good things she did. Her grades were never the As she earned... they were all A+s. She didn't play soccer as a sweeper... she was the captain, and top scorer on the team. Such inflation of what most parents would be thrilled, when she became old enough to realize it, struck a chord inside of the blond. Within weeks of turning fifteen, she had quit playing soccer and had started cutting class, picking up something of a smoking habit along the way. The dyeing of her hair and the ripping of the expensive clothes her mother tried to buy her love with soon followed; by the time she was eighteen, she was signing everything - checks, school assignments, even her taxes - 'AzraE.L.' Did it irritate her parents? Of course! It wasn't like she really cared what they thought at that point anyway.
When she announced her intentions of leaving the small town in Vermont she had been raised in to go to art school in New Orleans, her parents seemingly cut all ties with the wayward teen. Within weeks of moving to New Orleans, she had a job, a best friend, and a boyfriend. Things were going smoothly... well, until she saw less and less of the people she cared about. After deciding that she no longer wanted to be stuck dating a guy that was hardly around, Azra invited herself home with a shy young man known only as Andronicus on a whim after chatting him up one night - claiming it to be out of boredom. Once alone with him, however, she began to figure out that something was drawing her to him, an irresistible pull that she didn't do too good of a job denying when asked about her feelings. While nothing happened beyond a hug or two, she had decidedly become fond of the quiet young man.
As for Demetrius, Andy's supposed brother, well... she had met him once or twice in passing, but it wasn't until he encountered her in a rare somber moment - while mourning the death of a classmate - that she actually talked a little more at length with him. The admission of her developing feelings was one that he surprisingly took well; he even offered to help in bringing her home with him to surprise his brother. What ended up happening, however, was something that she could have never expected; both men laid claim upon her, drawing her into their world completely and utterly. The discovery of vampires and werewolves being real was a bit of a shock, but she took it in stride; the same was true of learning how to be effective bait for the bloodsuckers, although her blood-born ability was different than the animal magnetism that Andronicus had used on her before.
Of course, much like any other whirlwind romance, it petered out within a few months… leaving her alone once again, abandoned in rather literal fashion when it came to the apartment they shared. It was in the rather epic bender that followed that Azra overheard mention of an influx of supernatural activity centered around a small town in Washington state. Making the connection that the hunting brothers she had fallen in with may have headed that way, the blond threw together a few suitcases worth of her belongings and took enough out of the cash stash that had been left behind with her and headed Northwest.
That was six months ago. Now? Azra is in business for herself and only herself, working freelance for any hunter that can afford to hire some professional bait. Business isn't exactly booming at the moment, but that doesn't really matter much to her. Rent's pretty cheap on the studio apartment she's got on the edge of town, and the lack of work has given her time to dig around and see what she can learn about the fate of Demetrius and Andronicus both… although with only aliases to work from, it's no wonder that she's not discovered much beyond a rumor or two. And those rumors? Well, let's just say that they're not exactly optimistic...
YOUR NAME & AGE ;; Thaly, and I'm 28.
HOW DID YOU FIND US? ;; Google.
SAMPLE POST ;; It is common practice for a person to try to shove away feelings that go against the grain of what they think they want, bury them deep where they have no chance of ever coming to the surface. Affairs that never come to be, loveless marriages that drag on and on... and in Azra's case, that she's been making love to the red-eyed vampire instead of hate-fucking him. Despite what he may have thought of her perception, she had noticed the tenderness that had begun to creep into the way he touched her, kissed her - looked at her. There had been a couple of times as of late that she had been forced to look away from his eyes as he pinned her to whatever surface was convenient and had his way with her, the blond unable to cope with the honest longing for something more than just the physical that she had found in the depths of his unsettlingly-colored eyes... and that wasn't even touching how she was afraid of him seeing those very emotions reflected in her own eyes. No, it was far easier to deal with the pain of pushing him away since Lord only knew that it was far easier than being left behind again, abandoned like one of the used condoms that littered the alleyways that she roamed as she worked.
As she slept, her dreams remained out of reach of the grasping fingers of her awareness... so she knew and felt nothing as surely as if she had been ensnared in the grips of Alec's terrible power thanks to the vodka she had downed before succumbing to unconsciousness. It was for the best, really - ever since the first time that Alec had appeared in her dreams as her own personal Prince Charming, she had found them becoming darker and darker, toeing the line between dream and nightmare. The worst one that she recalled was of her and Alec slitting Jaeger's throat before bathing in his blood, licking it off of one another with moans of pleasure... and the fact that she had woken up in the throes of a powerful orgasm had only made matters worse. That had been the first time she had utilized a nightcap, and it had become part of the self-destructive routine that was surely killing her faster and faster as the days wore on.
For the moment, however, she was alive and well enough to pass the Volturi guard's inspection... so it is little surprise that she is just as appealing to him as ever as she slumbered in the pale moon light, her serene expression and lack of gratuitous amounts of make-up showing just how beautiful the girl could be. Only stirring minimally when he took his position on the bed behind her, the very corners of her mouth tugged up toward a wistful smile at the feel of his lips upon her shoulder. Her subconscious betrayed her attempts at putting up the facade that she hated him, loathed him beyond all measure... by cuddling back against him, molding her body into the shallow curve his body created until they were sharing as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.
Such was how they stayed for about twenty minutes before something deep down - probably that little voice that was tired of being ignored - kicked Azra's consciousness in the shin. Waking up with a jerk (in more than one fashion of the word, in her ever-so-humble-yet-not-entirely-honest opinion), the professional bait was immediately aware of the cold body that was pressed so intimately to her own, the arms that held her close in a way that she secretly adored. She hesitates for a couple of seconds longer than she should have before she forcibly rolls away enough to get on her back, sitting up and reaching for the sheet to pull it over her naked body.
"What in the Hell?! What are you--"
A pause; her lips tugged into a confused frown at the realization she reached.
"You... you came in here to cuddle me?!"
