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Post by Arianna Azor on Oct 13, 2010 22:13:22 GMT -5
Arianna Azor There he was, his cold lifeless corpse lay on the ground of his room. A dagger protruded from his back as he was laying face first. He had been taken from behind somehow, his magic unable to save him from the danger. It was as though an ice cold hand gripped both her heart and her lungs, making it so that she was unable to breath, her eyes brimming with unshed tears for the moment. It was as though her world was collapsing in that single moment of discovery. She had been eight years old at the time, still very much mature for her age but a child nonetheless. Her rock, her tormentor, her God, he was gone from her life and it wasn't fair! Falling to her knees at her father's side, the child beat her small fists against his back again and again. Ironic how the only time she could strike back at her father was when he could not feel it. "Do you know yet what you will say?" A voice cut through the child's morbid memory and thankfully brought her back to reality. It wasn't often that Arianna would allow her mind to go back to that day in her past but she was exhausted both physically and mentally so it wasn't too much of a surprise. Brushing her curls from her face, Arianna turned to regard Soren, a man sent to accompany her on her journey to Camelot and sighed. "I'm thinking..." Of course the girl should have already gone over in her head what needed to be done in order to ensure that she remained in Camelot with no suspicions and such. She needed an easy transition. Hearing Soren sigh in annoyance caused Arianna to feel slightly guilty. He was there to help keep her safe but he wasn't going to come up with a cover story for her. He was the sort that would just go with whatever Arianna happened to say. "I know what I'm doing." She snapped, cranky from lack of sleep and nerves eating at her. She was just a kid but she was doing what she had been told to do, instructions left by her father before he had died. Perhaps Xeno had known he was going to die or maybe he never intended on going with Arianna when she chose to do this. Not that it mattered in the long run but Ari couldn't help but wonder just the same. The sight of Camelot was magnificent for the sheltered young girl. It may have been silly for the little witch but she felt the compulsion to halt her horse as she and Soren came to the crest of a hill. Tugging sharply on the reins of the bay stallion, Arianna took in the sight of her new home. There was no telling how long she would remain there nor how long it would stand once she was finished with it, nothing was every for certain but for now she would enjoy the sight. Arianna must have been staring too long because Soren seemed restless, kicking his horse to get it moving again. "Stay focused Arianna." If he was trying to take the place of her father, he was making a big mistake. He may have been left in charge of Arianna once her father was killed but he was nothing to her as far as she was concerned, a servant at best, not one to boss her around. Kicking her horse, Arianna followed after Soren, her bright blue eyes narrowed as she glared at him. "Don't make me stab you." Her soft threat was either not heard or completely ignored by her 'guardian' but Ari would make good on that threat if he pushed her. Drawing back the emerald hood of her cloak that rested atop her golden curls, a soft smile touched her pale pink lips as she thought of her story. Born the daughter of a Lord and Lady in Albion, Ari and her noble parents were on their way to Camelot when they were attacked by bandits. Her dear mother and father fell beneath the sword of the depraved bandits and it was only because of Soren that Arianna escaped with her life. With no living relatives in Albion, this would hopefully cause Uther to offer a place for Arianna to stay, at least for a little while. She didn't need too long... 'Unprepared little brat.' Ari's head snapped to the side sharply and she glared at the dark haired horseman. Having a telepathic ability was both a blessing and a curse for Arianna. Unable to fully control her power, Arianna would hear thoughts at random and there would be times when it would give her a migraine from all the thoughts. Right...Ignore him now, kill him later. She had a mission, a destiny to fulfill. Arriving at the castle in Camelot, Arianna dismounted her horse and walked inside. Despite the marks she had and her clothes being dirty and somewhat torn, she had the appearance and air of a mini-noblewoman. Of course the marks had been placed on her by Soren to make her story all the more convincing, bruises and scratches to make it seem that she had only just escaped with her life. An air of sorrow was written on her young face but she held herself well. An actress to the core, she would have to play on a father's possibly sympathy to get any reaction. No Uther wasn't her father but he was a father and so he had to have some form of male maternal instinct. It would have been easier if his wife was alive but of course she wasn't. Her death had been the cause of the magical purge. Asking for an audience with King Uther, Arianna and Soren walked into the Throne Room once admitted, a slight limp on Arianna for good measure. "You're majesty, I present the young Lady Arianna Beauvallet of Albion."After a slightly wobbly curtsy, Arianna would address those in the room with a sweet smile. "Your majesties."
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Post by Arianna Azor on Oct 7, 2010 19:29:10 GMT -5
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Arianna Azor .:Nick Name:. Ari, Anna .:Age:. 10 years old .:Status:. Witch
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Born into a world of darkness, little Arianna was given the perfect disguise to hide the raging darkness within her small fragile frame. Born in the image of her father, Arianna has golden locks that cascaded down and stop just above her shoulders in lovely little ringlets. Brilliant blue eyes seem to charm any who look, always a twinkle in her eyes when she smiled. A button nose and pale pinks lips seemed to finish off her lovely angelic visage, her skin smooth as marble and a lovely alabaster shade. Despite any torment she might have undergone in her life, not one mark marred her lovely skin. The only nuisance she found was freckles that smattered themselves over her nose, though she had been assured that they would vanish over time. She is a tiny fragile looking girl, standing at about 3'0 exactly. .:Height:. 3 Feet .:Portrayed by:. Kirsten Dunst
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.:Personality:. Given the part to play as a child destined to be a powerful Priestess of the Old Religion someday, she was forced to grow before her time, put through so much pain when she should have been enjoying her life and for that, her personality was altered to suit her father's purposes. She had started off as a sweet innocent child, ignorant of the world she had been born into but that soon changed as the tortures began. Arianna learned quickly how to adapt in her new world. Prim and proper, she is meticulous about her appearance, feeling she always needs to look perfect no matter what the occasion is. She is a perfectionist in a great many ways and will practice something until she is perfect at it. She's her own harshest critic and in her bid to keep her father loving her, she will drive herself to do what she can to keep his favor, berating herself mercilessly if she needs to.
Ari is stubborn and cold when she wants to be. It fills her with the need for bloodshed, teaching her to revel in pain and take pleasure in it when she was given the chance. She's a sadist and masochist, though she never does harm to herself because she's afraid that she'll do it wrong and mar her perfect flesh. She grew up watching her father rape and kill and so she has developed a taste for it, even had she not had the curse at work in her heart, mind, and soul. A swirling vortex of cold rage and fury within such a fragile childish body. She's quick and slow to anger. She takes insults in stride unless they are against her father, killing is an art to her, a craft that is to be mastered.
She is a cynic when it comes to the thoughts of love, even at a young age. She was taught that there was no such thing as love, there was power and those strong enough to grasp it when it was held before them. Those that were weak where simple tools of the strong people in this world. She does have a weak spot for other children her age and younger, she watches them from afar and sometimes wonders what it's like to be able to have such innocence in their lives. Never know of the fears and terrible truths life had in store for them. She will kill to slake her blood lust, but she is careful in how she kills since she is so young and not physically strong. To combat such a disadvantage, she uses her appearance and innocence to fool people, she is a good actress, able to cry when she needs to to appeal to someone's better nature and use it against them. .:Strengths:.
[/li][li] Innocence - Arianna has the looks of an innocent little child and it helps get her close to a person and when death happens around her, no one ever looks to her. [/li][li] Good actress - Arianna is a brilliant actress, able to fool just about anyone into believing she's a sweet little princess rather than a dangerous little murderous [/li][li] High pain threshold - Due to the torture Ari went through as a child, she has a very high pain threshold. [/li][li] Horseback riding - Despite her height and age, she is able to control a horse well. .:Weaknesses:.[/li][li] Women - Not in the sense that men suffer from of course, Arianna craves something she had never been given growing up, the love of a mother. [/li][li] Lost - Without her father in her life to lead her, Arianna feels very lost. Despite not actually knowing it, Arianna needs someone to follow and mold herself after. [/li][li] Violent temper - Arianna has a very violent temper and will often resort to violence to settle things. .:Magic Abilities:. Telepathic - Arianna is able to see into another's mind and know their thoughts and memories. Being that she is still young, she is still learning to control this power and so she doesn't have the best control over it. She has to focus hard to read someone's mind. It takes a lot out of her to implant thoughts in another's mind and they are usually just little suggestions. .:Special Skills:. Rather good at stabbing people in the back of the knees. .:Accents:.Upper-class British accent | ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ | .:Birthplace:. Balor .:Family:. [/li][li] Father - Xeno Azor - Murdered by his lover Mother - Nadia - Murdered by Arianna .:Occupation:. None .:Current Location of Residence:..:History:. Arianna was born into a life very few could have ever imagined, even fewer knew that it existed. Born the daughter of a whore and a wizard who followed the Old Religion, she was given very few choices in her life. The fact that she even existed was amazing enough really since her mother, who had been savagely beaten and raped continuously even when pregnant with Arianna should have never made it to full term with her infant child. Her delivery was painful of course, it felt as though she ripped the very life from her mother as her wail was heard in the manor room. Xeno couldn't believe he was given a child and he was disappointed to find it was a girl rather then a boy, the whore had failed him once again, an utter disappointment beyond all measure. He was tempted to kill the pair of them for just existing yet his hand was stayed not for the woman's exhausted whimpers and pleads for her child but the eyes of the babe that stared up at him. She had use, her mother had never been what he wanted, she had been a disappointment but this girl, she had a destiny. He could see that. As soon as Arianna was weaned from her mother, she was ripped from the pathetic creature's arms and cared for personally by Xeno who sought to shape the child into his own creation, his own little weapon. Instead of growing with dolls and tea parties like a normal little child, Arianna was raised with tortures and killing.. Her father had a unique way of raising his child, intent on making her strong enough to survive anything that may be thrown at her. She had a great destiny stretched before her and he would do everything he could to ensure that she survived to fulfill that destiny. She was unpredictable and hard to train at first, having a will that matched Xeno's, marking her truly as his child. She was his child in every way, his blue eyes and golden hair and his mannerisms as well and of course her need for drawing blood and sending souls to death's cold embrace. She was often surrounded by the sounds of screams of torment and suffering and soon, as she grew older, she got used to hearing them. They were her lullabies. By the time she had reached seven years old, Ari had experienced so many tortures, physical, mental, sexual, and emotional. All of which done to make her stronger and make her immune to pain, even cause her to welcome in. Thoughts of escaping her life had never once entered her mind, though slight thoughts of normalcy had touched her mind once in a while but such weakness was often beaten out of her by her father. Xeno was a god to the little girl, a god she worshiped with all she had within her little body. She was his doll, he dressed her as he liked, making sure that no matter the pain inflicted, the wounds dealt, she would never have scars and marks remaining on her skin for too long. She was perfect to him, emotionless and free of the burdens of children dependent on their parents. Xeno was a skilled wizard in the art of raising the dead and he would often have his daughter present when he practiced such arts. She feared and loved the noble dark art for it was the art her father practiced. She lost herself in the dark arts, doing what she could to learn everything there was about it. She came to terms with the curse that she had felt since she was born, understood it and accepted it as best she could as she accepted the torture and rape all around her. Arianna's mother was a weakness for the young girl and Xeno saw this, knew that it had to be cut permanently in the worst sort of way. He forced the child to take her own mother's life in front of him. To prove her loyalty and love to him by showing she had none towards Nadia. It was hard for the child to do, to be asked to kill your own mother, to look down at the woman as she gazed hopelessly at you, but Arianna did it because she wanted to make her father proud of her. She wanted him to look on her with pride and even love, real fatherly love. When the deed had been done, Xeno indeed looked on his child with pride, his perfect little porcelain doll. She was her father's dark little princess, going where she wished, life was good. But this good life changed for Arianna when she found her father's dead body laying on the floor of his room, a dagger to the back it seemed. She had cried for what seemed like years and when she could shed no more tears, she instead chose to shed blood. Years passed and Arianna only grew more depraved and angry, allowing any human emotion she might have saved when her mother was alive to wither and die inside her. She was as ruthless as Xeno had been in life, cold and cruel, she got what she needed done with little regret. She learned to deceive those around her to get an advantage, playing the innocent little girl and then stabbing them in the back when they weren't looking, quite literally. She was twisted, adorable, and fully capable of killing when she needed to, she was perfect in her father's cold dead eyes. She was on her way to becoming everything he had seen for her and more. [/blockquote]
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