Name: Azula Falcoth
Country Affiliation: Wanderer
Race: Magician
Tier: D
Class: Magician
Age + Birthdate: 25 October 27th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personality: Due to most of her life when in Kou being spent in her house sheltered inside from the world and others Azula finds it hard to understand the value of material items and in many cases right from wrong. Alongside this she also due to never benign fully explained death she has grown to see death as just as simple as someone leaving those they care for and not benign likely to return whether it benign their choice or not. She sees it almost as if benign trapped inside one's own body unable to mentally come back out.
Along side of this her flawed and fractured mental state only further benign stunted by being stuck in the forest she currently lives in for 17 years she has come to fear other humans unable to fully trust many who come into the forest seeing them as dangerous, and others as just tools to further her studies seeing nothing wrong with it. Her mental state being similar to an innocent child at times from her lack of knowledge in the world, she even actively still has an imaginary friend.
This said imaginary friend she believes to actually bring out with her life magic thinking every construct she creates in his image being him and when he vanishes he just returns to a place where only she can hear see and interact with him where he is safe and waiting to spend time with her and to be later brought out again when she needs help. Despite this though she shows incredible skill and tactical promise towards any and all of her plans due to her time in the forest and needing to learn how to adapt and survive fast with her limitations of her body and skills.
She is not afraid to get dirty, she is not afraid to go on the attack, she takes no shame in hiding and underhanded tactics, and she is most certainly not a push over by any means despite her goofy and child like behavior she can show. She does have maturity behind her; she just prefers the happy goofy life of a child still at times and isn’t afraid to act like one when messing around. She lacks knowledge of some social cues and if she knows it bothers someone or something genuinely to a fault she will avoid doing said things.
Though if it is a mild annoyance she will have no shame in becoming a repeat offender until it becomes a serious issue or genuinely asked to stop. Most importantly after her hardships she came though, she believes if she keeps faith in fate she will always reach her goals no matter how bad things may get, and in this belief she is beyond stubborn.
Likes: She enjoys nature more specifically the smell it gives off, if she ever had to give a specific smell she liked the most it would be the smell before during and after the rain, even if she can’t see the nature the smalls of it always gives her a sense of comfort. She in addition to this enjoys divulging into her imagination, whether this is to imagine how cute she is in an outfit, playing with her imaginary friend, or daydreaming of all her goals she has in life being completed she just genuinely enjoys it and finds it entertaining.
Dislikes: She has a strong dislike towards her own limitations at times due to the issues they have caused in the past and the constant issue they post to her everyday life being constantly reminded of them each time she goes to well go anywhere on her own. She has a strong distaste for pears, to her they taste just like apples but with an odd texture and strength in comparison to apples and it just over all displeases her due to them being so much alike but the eating experience being so different… it’s just not right man.
Aspirations: She aims for the goal to one day find a way to use her Life magic to replace and or perfectly fix or even mostly fix her eyes, and legs. She also has the smaller goals to learn how to read to help further this goal alongside maybe even better learning how to speak out loud once more having forgotten mostly how to do that properly and fully. In Addition she wishes to find more friends and even a family that does not see her as a burden and even feel as though her presence is helpful.
Phobias/fears: She has the internal fear that she will never see a day where she has more of her vision back, unable to still walk till the day she dies, and being a burden to everything and one she encounters. She worries about being seen as a burden by those she has or will grow close to due to the words of her mother leading her to believe it was her fault that their family was destroyed and moved into poverty due to her condition with her legs, unable to understand just how wrong her mother was and how rich they truly still were since when her mother left her she was just a child and unable to comprehend the true value in the money and property they held.
Face-Claim: Original Art Done By Myself
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Green
Height: 158 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Appearance: Her hair is always unevenly cut and wild from lack of proper tools to upkeep it. The top to mid way down usually looks clean from frequent upkeep but the bottom always stained darker by a bit from usually being drug in the dirt whenever she crawls about, it even looking stained when clean. Her hair usually is in her face due to not seeing a full need to keep it out due to her poor vision. She has uneven scratch like scars all along over and under her eyes going down to her cheeks and eyebrows. Her eyes themselves look slightly hazed over and never quite can catch a light properly to give it a gleam due to damage done to them in the past.
Her legs have some fat on them but no muscle due to not being able to sustain her own weight without a lot of assistance, and thus unable to gain muscle mass. Her midriff though is well toned from all her upper body work and her arms having a good amount of strength but nothing too obvious with muscles. She does her best to keep her elbows, forearms, hands and most of her legs covered when moving about to protect them from all the exposure to the ground and rough suffices they have to be in and slide around on.
She though taking after her mother does love fashion even if she can't see the clothes herself she likes to imagine herself looking cute in outfits so she will tend to some times put on clothes that don’t exactly meet her needs to feel pretty and fancy for a bit using clothes she takes from people who travel through the forest she lives in. She even sports high heel boots that go up to her knees purely due to how she imagines they look on her and knowing they cover a good bit of her leg so it can protect them better. She will usually keep her wand between the tight cloth of her top on her bicep for easy access and to always know it is there.
Rukh Alignment: White
Special Features: N/A
History:
Daughter to a popular seamstress, who married a wealthy merchant sitting comfortably with the rest of the nobility of Kou. He was even benign in such a good place things barely changes when the need for soldiers came and he was drafted in. And when he was home he and his wife happily went out for meals and spent time alone at home soon baring a child to their utter excitement. Their perfect life would soon extend into a perfect family with a perfect child. The child soon after being born, but she was not perfect. They didn’t fully realize this though until she got to the age she should have been able to walk past crawling.
Each time they tried to pick her up onto her feet she would immediately fall unable to fully use her legs. She could certainly move them a bit but that was all. This distraught the mother and father greatly but the father still trying to hope one day this would pass and one one of her birthday gave her a practice wand telling her stories about magicians and their powers, he himself never advancing too far in the skill set and wasn't even the best at his current fighting but thankfully never had to face any major battles so it was nothing to worry about. She and her mother stayed in the house as he left the battle grounds for a more serious battle now.
While her mother worked her cloth and had the nanny look over the young girl the young girl made up an imaginary friend named ziggy to play with, She messing with the wand at the same time and created a life form one day that looked just like ziggy and after it ran around a bit it vanished exciting the young girl. Though her mother grew worrying seeing this and seeing how she still couldn't move on her own outside of crawling.
The war at this point was really starting to weigh on the reserves that the father had especially with another mouth to feet so soon enough the nanny had to go and the mother soon learned just how much work taking care of the young girl was and for the next few years she grew to resent this fact, to resent her daughter who still could not walk on her own and barely do anything for herself. Her mother tried not to yell at her knowing it was not her fault but once or twice let it slip out how much it upset her when it could to the 8 year old’s limitations, and the father still had yet to return him. One day though news cae of what they had feared.
He had died in battle, and in this moment of realization the mother looked at her daughter with fear disgust and displeasure knowing that since the father would not return home this meant while morning she would have to struggle to finance their lives, do all her work, and take care of her damned child whose only talent was making her imaginary friend real and now more recently making flowers grow. That night the girl woke up to her mother covering her mouth and carrying her out of the house. The girl frightened held her wand close to her chest as her mother ran from the kingdom for hours and hours until she looked so tired she looked almost like a monster with the crazy look in her eye, wild hair, and hatred fuming off of her.
Her mother smiles at her with a near deranged smile setting her daughter down and telling her to be good. And to die in peace, or at least never come home. That she was too much of a burden on the family anymore, that everything could have gone perfectly if she had just been the perfect little girl they had wanted. The young girl’s eyes wide in disbelief and fear as her mother backed away from her laughing with pure hatred in her eyes. The girl shouted out to her mother for hours dragging herself across the dirt ground of the forest until her body collapsed with exhaustion and her voice gave out on her.
When she awoke to find herself still in the forests she cried in fear knowing she truly had been abandoned and started to drag herself along the ground trying to find someone but only slipping down a hill and face planting into some poisonous plants that agitated her eyes so badly she started to scratch at them. She did not know any better and given how her eyes started to grow numb at the same time as agitated all she could tell as she scratched at her eyes trying to get whatever was in them out that she was slowly losing her vision. And began to panic as she felt warmth trickling down her cheeks looking down to see her fingertips and nails coated in blood. She began screaming in fear, for her mother, for anyone.
But again no one came. She struggled getting anywhere for a long time before realizing she could use her magic to try to manipulate plant life into something and she managed to use it to at least grow herself some food and have a branch lower it down to her from a nearby tree she could barely see. She summoned her creation of Ziggy, her imaginary friend, to hold as she slept at night and within days of hoping her sight would return she soon learned it would not. Not fully at least she could still see slight blurs and blobs but not really enough to really call it anywhere close to sight with blurry vision. She also noticed her skin feeling weird around her eyes fearing it would scar and her fears coming true easily.
But by then she was starting to practice her magic more and more and when signs of life finally arrived they actually attacked her. So with her practiced magics she managed to scare them off by summoning ziggy though this time he showed up as a monstrous sized creature and roared out carrying away the men attacking her before vanishing. For years she repeated the cycle, living off fruits, summoning ziggy to attack fish in pounds she could hear to try and usually fail to properly cook. She learned how to use the plans branches as alternative methods to moving her around, and Ziggy protecting her from any assistants including other wildlife until they learned not to attack her, and that she wouldn't harm any of them without cause.
In her teens she got very good at this to the point of attacking hunters after the wildlife that she co existed with and looted their things for clothes that would fit her, toys for the animals, and more food for her to better live off of. She grew close with the wildlife around her, and protected them as she could and they from time to time caught food for her. As she grew into adulthood she found herself making close bonds with some of the animals, one in particular a far over sized wolf that more tolerated her existence sitting next to her when she rested and sometimes let her ride on his back. He never fought for her but always watched her carefully when she did fight as if waiting for the day she would be worthy of his companionship in battle.
She though now more than ever thought of the stories her father told her growing up. Wondering if they were real or not. Knowing if they were real that maybe one day she could be able to become that strong to fix her legs and even her eyes. She was confident in her hopes that one day this could come to pass though she knew likely to reach these goals she would have to learn many skills she never fully got to earn and some she forgot to use a long time ago, such as talking and reading. Though as sure as the white rukh that fluttered around her and the forest, she knew she would accomplish her goal. So long as she had faith in her path and fate and never gave up. She’d make it to her goal she overcame possible death once before, how hard would it be to learn to fix her body? And not to mention she did have constant intruders to practice on right?
Role-Play Sample: Azula laid on her belly smiling playfully as she laid under the brush of some bushes listening carefully to the licking from a pond. He was there alright, she braced her arms pushing her torso and pulled and crawled herself forward from the brush nose ally as the massive overgrown gray wolf perked its head up just in time for a raspberry right into his hip. He picked himself up from his seated position to see Azula on the ground behind him smiling happily with a goofy smile before giving her a deadpan look and pressed his paw into her face shoving it back a little with a huff.
Azula pouted at the old wolf's amusement of her actions but let him walk away with a sigh relaxing her neck when he had removed his paw. She watched as from her per[ective the large blob walked off and looked forward to the very clearly visible massive creature before her, her imaginary friend of 20 years, her best friend ever. ZIGGY! He bounced from side to side in front of her before trotting forward like a proud horse nuzzling his snout into her face making her silently giggle and closed her eyes smiling brightly as she braced herself with on arm and reached up petting his lower jaw imagining it as a soft short haired coat of fur that of a rabbits making Ziggy let out a soft “Kruuuuuu” Before pulling back letting her rebrace with both her arms. She looking to the distance of more blurry blobs hearing horses’ in the distance. It was clean up time once again. She pulled out her wand with a smirk.
