Azaeri
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Azaeri | |
| Player: | |
| Origin: | Natural |
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| Archetype: | Scrapper |
| Security Level: | 7 |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Azaeri Von Temple |
| Known Aliases: | Az |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | 24 |
| Height: | 5' 6" |
| Weight: | 125lbs |
| Eye Color: | Green |
| Hair Color: | Black |
| Biographical Data | |
| Nationality: | English |
| Occupation: | Crime-fighter |
| Place of Birth: | Surrey, England |
| Base of Operations: | ' |
| Marital Status: | Single |
| Known Relatives: | Lucas Von Temple (father, deceased), Madelaine Chevalier Von Temple (mother, deceased) |
| Known Powers | |
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| Known Abilities | |
| Fluent in English, Italian, French, and Japanese; proficient in a variety of fighting styles, including capoeira, aikido, fencing, judo, and kick boxing | |
| Equipment | |
| Dual Impervium katanas, throwing knives | |
| No additional information available. | |
//I'll get by//I'll survive//When the world's crashing down//
//When I fall and hit the ground//I will turn myself around//
//Don't you try to stop me//I won't cry//
The Power To Change The World
"My dear Azaeri, listen to what I am about to say to you, and remember it well. Inside you is a magnificent ability, a power even, to change our world for the better. Tonight, I am going to leave you with the means to use that power to it's full potential." - Lucas Von Temple
Bloodied Evening Gown
Lucas Von Temple's words to his daughter that night rang true in a mocking prophecy, though not in the way he had intended.
Having planned on retiring as President and CEO of B.O.W. Industries, a successful European technologies company, it was Lucas' intent to announce his twenty one year old daughter Azaeri as his replacement, a job she had been training for since a young age, at a company party that night. However, in the midst of the celebrations, surrounded by the majority of the company's higher ups, something had gone terribly wrong. Masked men, heavily armed, had swarmed the building and opened fire on the assembled crowd, showing no regard for the frantic victims. Azaeri's father was one of the first to fall under the bullets, and the young girl had been swept away from his body by the hysterical guests struggling to escape.
How she managed to get away from both the crowd and the gunmen and into hiding was something Azaeri was unable to remember the finer details of. She crouched behind the door of an empty office, her dress and white evening gloves stained with her father's blood, listening to two of the murderers speaking in low voices. "Once we're done here, we're s'posed to head back to Paragon City and let the boss know that everythin' is all set, right?" asked one thug, and the other made a non-committal noise in agreement. Static crackled suddenly, startling Azaeri, but she managed to keep from making a sound as the second man answered his radio.
"Yeah?" There was a pregnant pause. "What do you mean, she's missing?! FIND HER, you idiots!" The man snarled and, as Azaeri watched through the crack of the door, the man smashed the radio against the wall, shattering it with the force and sending shrapnel all over the hallway.
"The CEO's daughter is MISSING. Do a sweep, we won't have much time until the cops show their faces, but we have to find that little bitch."
Azaeri took that as her cue, quietly inching out of her high heels and glancing around the room. The walls were made with cherry wood panels and windows faced out along one of the walls, looking out onto the glowing city skyline. She'd practically grown up in this building, and she knew that all of the offices had one particular panel that would push open and lead into a central ramp way that ran between the walls and the the elevator shaft. It would take her to the garage, if she could just remember which panel it was. As she moved slowly, trying to keep her dress from rustling, she could hear the men starting to kick open doors and going into the other offices as they hunted for her. She stripped off her bloodied gloves, tossing them to the floor before searching the top and sides of each panel for the catch with trembling fingertips, her blood pounding in her ears and a silent prayer on her lips.
~TBC~
