Aziza Kallifrey

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• Vital Stats

  • Name: Aziza Kallifrey
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: SchmuckyScrub
  • Nicknames: Azi
  • Race: Human
  • Alignment: Undecided
  • Deity: None
  • Age: 17
  • Size: Small
  • Body Type: Lanky
  • Height: 4' 11"
  • Weight: 112
  • Complexion: Pale
  • Hair: Sandy dark blonde
  • Eyes: Green in one eye
  • Handedness: Left Handed
  • Scars: Marred on left side of face by some sort of festering fungal infection
  • Relationship Status: Considered taken by herself.
  • Personality: Spontaneous, short tempered, overly emotional, blunt

• Description

  [ A blurb of imagery with too many descriptives to properly explain. ]
  
  There's a clacking down one of the various hallways within the building, a being turns around the corner. Inexplicable shortness, that's what this human was made of. Those clacks heard from before, come from leather boots adorning her feet. The sickeningly bland halogen light coming from above illuminates her pale skin. Her oil stained hands lay tucked in the pockets of her dingy blue and short trench coat, a cigarillo hangs in the grasp of her lips. The chemical smoke leaking from it holds the scent of false mint. She walks as though attempting to hold a false feeling of confidence, large steps, straight back, all stiff. A pair of used welding goggles adorns the mop of untidy blonde hair, green glass, scratched, black rims. Aziza's hair is tucked to the side, covering the left eye as if it's pure habit.
  
  See, beneath the moderately wavy and long hair, lays a dormant infection cloaking said side of her face. It's patchy, soft fungal fuzz leeching off the skin. It's taken over her left eye, as well as a good amount of depth perception. It appears to give its host no pain. On her back, a noticeable scythe hangs sloppily in its hilt of sorts, it's the size of its average farming tool cousin. It possesses an obsidian blade, scuffed, and a wooden and etched in staff, an aura of dim blue cloaks it. On the end of the tan-hued staff, is a swirly shape, and at its tip a sphere lays tucked and floating within it, it pulses lightly as she walks.
  
  On her face lies a smug grin, it's toothy, crookedly toothy. Dimples cover her cheek as she holds the expression. She fumbles with her pockets as she slows her pace, the moves to the pockets of her white - down to the knee shorts, as if frantic that she had lost something.
  
  Aziza plucks a crumpled dandelion from the depths of the pocket. She stops herself at a large and looming metallic door.
  
  Then suddenly she begins to pester the door bell rapidly, it rings in a mass of contorted and swift dells.

• Biography

  [ OLD CRAPPY BASICS FROM 2 YEARS AGO : HAS BEEN DEVELOPED AND REVISED ]
  
  
  Part of the Sky Pirate Crew, the mechanic of the small caravel-like ship: Little Chugger.
  She's rather short for her age, only standing at 4' 11". Possessing emerald eyes and blondish brown hair. Wearing a short rustic blue jacket and black boots. Aziza was left to the ruined, corrupt streets as a young child. Her parents left her on day, home alone, leaving for an apparent "business" trip for a short "while"....And well, you can guess what happened. ( I'll continue this section later... Want to get to the main factors first.) Aziza was adopted from the streets by the original mechanic of the ship, and eventually after being apprenticed to him became an official part of the crew at the age of 10. She's completely blind in her right eye. 2 gruesome scars caused by some sort of claw slash across her eye. An unknown infection that seeped from the wound is the reason for half of her face and right arm being covered in an odd shadow like material. Her kind quickly out cast her because of this, believing that she was cursed by some sort of demon. Soon after she was forced to wear bandages and a hood to cover the infection from the commoners. She prefers not to speak about the event that unfolded before the wounds.
  The scythe Aziza carries is from her father, she stole it from the collection of treasures he had acquired on his explorations before she abandoned her home. It resonates an azure aura that seems to originate from the orb at the bottom of the onyx staff. The main blade seems to be indestructible, never dulling, staying as sharp as obsidian. The smaller blade when in contact with a surface can release an earthquake-like pulse that can send a shock wave on almost any surface below it. It seems to have some self-awareness to the environment around itself, reacting to the emotions of its owner, giving off various pulses of energy as a form of replying. Some say those responses are false, and that she was only hallucinating. Since the scythe has been with Aziza throughout her life, she's developed a deep trust and perhaps a friendship with the weapon. Often having conversations with it, personifying the staff as if it was a human like her. She's a loner when it comes to getting things done. Being stubborn, sarcastic and a bit of a smart alec, Aziza doesn't have many she could call as a friend. She's an adventurer at heart and loves to tick off people just to get into a skirmish.