The smell of blood was heavy in the air and Raizel looked at the broken bodies in the camp, her face crumpled slightly before she dropped her head. Too late. Always too late. Her hands went to her hair and the movement caused Aki to flutter off her shoulder and land on the ground beside her, looking up curiously. A strangled yell through clenched teeth before she took a few deep breaths and went about the camp, taking what things she needed that hadn't been pillaged and stolen already.

There was a few moments where she considered burying the bodies. It would keep things from feasting off of their corpses, but if she buried them... They'd be dug up anyway and it would take far too long. Raizel decided to leave them. A warning to other travelers if the animals didn't get them first. The group of bandits she'd been following for a few days now had proven more elusive than she'd anticipated and--

The pressure in her chest forced her to move. Everything in her head yelled at her to put these people to peace somehow, if not to just move them from where they were slain. It would waste precious time though, "Aki, what should we do?" She questioned the raven quietly before he went about picking at flowers the answer left up to interpretation. 

"Fine, but we need to move quickly." It wasn't as quickly as Raizel hoped it would be.  She arranged the bodies in a line while Aki hopped around the camp site, playing with odds and ends. A flower went to each of their chests and Raizel stood still for a moment, her head bowed down offering them a better afterlife to any gods that refused to speak to her.

"If we pass another camp like this it's your fault, bird." Raizel threatened the raven when he fluttered back onto her shoulder, and again she was off, her backpack a little heavier than before.

There was no effort to hide her own tracks having little fear of being followed. Still, she moved on, deciding if no one was going to put these bandits in their place it would simply have to be her.

[It's how she was raised! Be responsible! And she can't make her family look -worse- after what happened last time.]

There were few extremely odd and or awkward things that Adalia has had to deal with. Being over a strangers shoulder like a sack of potatoes just to go where the necromancy crest was going was gonna be number two. Number one having been locked away and rarely thought about. She visibly winced when he kicked open the door like a heathen and then went down the street. With the rain pouring. "oh gods" was all she muttered.

She was just in a nightgown, it would be see through in seconds and sure enough the white fabric clung to her arm and Adalia gave a shiver at being so cold. The rain on her palms made her gasp in pain at first before she closed her eyes and worked the water, pressing it into her skin, rejuvenating the peeling burnt skin. Her eyes snapped open when the stranger asked his question and she opened her mouth to stare at him.

"Daisy..." Was all she said, a quiet sigh before she looked over at the man she'd burnt, "My abilities are none of your business Mr.Not-A-Necromancer." As it it wasn't obvious that her magic burnt her, how else would she have burnt her hands. "So, take us to where you plan on selling that so I can tell them to give it back in a soaking wet nightgown." Adalia demanded, using an elbow in his back to prop her head up with her arm her chin resting in her newly healed palm.

There was no effort to keep herself from getting rained on except for more wounds there was little else that could make this night worse.

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__________________QUICK STATS
Name Raizel
Age Mid twenties to mid thirties
Gender Female
Species Humanoid
Ethnicity Unknown
Height 5'10"
Occupation Vigilante
Residence Taverns, mostly! Guest rooms. Tents. The forest floor. Nice peoples houses.

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Physical Description .x.x.x.


Raizel is a sturdy woman. While she isn't exactly bulky, she's made of lean muscle and and knows how to use every limb to the best of her ability. While she's tall, she isn't exactly broad and could probably easily be mistaken as an easy target. What used to be entirely black hair has a streak of white in it, a patch of hair on her forehead holds no pigment and is stark white - Raizel assumes it was caused by stress.

While she only has a few sets of clothing seeing as how she has to carry it around with her where ever she goes there's a distinct lack of loose clothing, or things that don't cover her from neck to toe. Having flesh exposed makes her nervous and she does her best to never be undressed or even out of her armor. If someone were to catch of glimpse of her without clothing on they would see a fit body absolutely covered in scars, the most noticeable a pair of rather grotesque scars along her back.

The extra muscles on her back would tell the tale that once upon a time she had wings and they had been brutally amputated. Raizel is aware of her scars and she's glad she has no recollection of how they were acquired.

This is her sword. Warning, there is a swear on the picture! I've lost the original!

Personality
A blank slate would best describe her. Raizel doesn't feel nothing, she just doesn't care to feel anything. The difference between helping someone with a job and stabbing someone else through the neck is possibly a smirk. If there are strong emotions involved around her, she shuts down completely and closes herself off.

Despite her lack of wanting emotions, Raizel has a large presence and can command attention easily. There is no such thing as panicking to this woman and there is little to make her lose confidence in her abilities - which she knows are superior in many cases

Magic/Abilities
Raizel has no magic.

However, she is extremely skilled with her sword and a superb tactician.

She also has a 'pet' Raven named Aki.

Relationships
None.

History
Waking up in a room naked with strangers is a nightmare she has often. However, Raizel only remembers waking up sort of clothed beside a stream, the water lapping at her bare feet. There was nothing. She had no name, she couldn't remember where she was from, she didn't know where she was. The first few weeks she'd been picked up by a travelling family, she helped out when she could and along the way she found a bird that had fallen out of it's nest. The little black haired girl had suggested the name and Raizel liked it.

As the days drew on, Raizel decided she needed to leave. After giving her thanks to the family she went on her way, traveling, taking bounties on vagabonds and just... Living the best she could in a situation she wasn't sure how to deal with. Sometimes she washes peoples dishes and banters with people and pretends to be happy and sometimes she kills people and pretends to feel remorse.

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"I said you can't tak--What are you doing!?" Adalia went down easy. Or over his shoulder easily. Her hands were useless now that they were just pulsing and in pain and she hadn't had a chance to even try to heal them. She moved to grab at the back of his coat and instead just hissed in pain at the contact.  She'd decided that tonight would be the last time she read books into the quiet hours of the night.

There was little she could do to protest. He was taking off with her crest. Well, her parents crest, but as the only child that mean it was going to be hers someday. Maybe this was a good idea, if she knew where he was going. She could reason with whomever it was that wanted to buy it and then buy it back from them!  Unless they were going to raise an army of extremely affectionate undead cats.  Then she supposed that would need to be stopped as well.

The cat gave an excited purr, ready to chase something. The bell on the collar it had been wearing gave a happy jingle as Daisy scooted down the hallway ever so dainty-like not wanting to lose her play things.

Adalia honestly though that he was going to do some unknown magic with the amulet that involved the cats name. There was a certain pang she felt in her chest and it took her a moment to process it. Ah, embarrassment. That's what it was. Adalia pressed the back of her hand to her forehead for a moment before moving closer again, the cat was acting like a cat. Not possessed and demonic. Not taken over by some other worldly beast that sprouted fifty million teeth to eat them alive with.

"You can't just leave with that!" Adalia yelled at him, moving to stand in front of him with her arms out. "You want out, you kill me. Because apparently that amulet is going to bring me back to life anyway and then I won't care how much my magic hurts me to use it on you." She nodded towards the room where he pilfered the amulet. "Put that back. Now. You're obviously too weak to handle it and we don't know what else it will do."

Figured I'd start off for real with some pictures of characters. =D!

My own!
Yuuki and Adalia

Moonie's
Elysia

Spicious's
Arthuriel

Rhi's
Niaaki!


Also, they're naked because I didn't want to draw clothes =D!

Adalia's eyes caught the flicker and she stared for a good moment. That. That's what he stole. Previously she'd held no interest in it, but she'd never seen it glow and flicker like that. Now she couldn't let him leave with it.

  "The... Her name is Daisy." Poor balding stuffed Daisy. Adalia had wanted to bury her, but her parents had decided the first pet in a long time deserved a special place in the fancy room.

"Chicken doesn't bring stuffed cats back to life!My hands smell like meat because I was just cooking them because you're stealing from me, you idiot." Adalia motioned to where the cat had been to look over and see an empty spot, to suddenly feel the slowly falling apart animal rubbing against her leg. A shiver went down her spine and she froze, going pale and trying to inch away. "I'm an elementalist!" Adalia informed him with a sneer, taking a few steps back only for the undead animal to make little noises - how? - and rub against her even more happy to see her again. 

"Gods, this cat died when I was twelve." She swallowed and wished she was wearing clothing. A night dress that she was practically naked under wasn't at all helpful in this situation. "You need to fix this. You fix this and you can have whatever you stole." Which she instantly regretted saying but he didn't need to know if she was lying or not. Another few shuffles away and she eyed his daggers, maybe she could steal those. How did a dead cat die again?

[Pffft I don't even know.]

The threat of death made Adalia angry. For someone who was so subdue and not at all outgoing she could fight for her life just fine. A natural aversion for not wanting to cause pain kept her from doing a great deal of things like going for this persons neck instead of just grabbing his arm. Unarmed for the most part she was at a clear disadvantage until the meow happened. Luckily for her the man was as taken aback as she was and she stared at the undead cat too, her mouth opened slightly before slamming closed again.

"What did you do?"The shock stopped her magic and her hands were burning, the skin had cracked and gone crispy and the smell of cooking meat was almost pleasant and homey until you realized it was her hands. Her fingers trembled while she stared at him, "are you a necromancer? Please." Adalia stared at him before giving the cat a sideways look and taking a few more steps away, ready to block his way if he tried to run again.

There was only so much stuff someone could handle in a single day. Yuuki was quickly approaching that line, first he gets stood up, then pool cued and now, now he's manage to throw a dart at her from behind himself. If the poor girl didn't look so horrified he would have rolled his eyes and pushed her away.

Yuuki being a big idiot was in her favour though because all he did was remove his hand from the cue and reach to rip out the dart. It couldn't have felt nice, personally he never enjoyed being pierced by anything. He caught a glance of the person that shot the dart but getting the girl to safety was definitely priority number one. Yuuki used her moment of distraction to wrap an arm around her middle and shuffle off, once out of the mans view he place her down gently before picking her back up again bridal style, instead of like a sack of potatoes.

There was no stopping, the weirdo could be chasing them! Her. The girl.

"Where do you live? We'll lose the weird guy and I'll take you there." It was taking so much effort not to-"and I told you so. Why wouldn't you listen? Now you're hurt."

There was an audible sigh and Yuuki closed his eyes, tugging at the pool cue simply to keep her off balance. "Look, Kid, I don't want to hurt you. Could you just stop? I haven't done anything."

"Well, they're the only thing I value as much as my life," he quipped quickly before growing silent. Like a gentleman he listened to her talk, accuse him of murdering people and of being here for months. Confusion clouded his brain and a cold sweat broke out over his body, his hands clenched into fists before he opened them again while he processed all this information.

"Wait." Yuuki shook his hands and repeated himself a few times, "I haven't been in town for months, who are you?" His hands went to the pool cue and he grabbed it next to her hands, intending to rip it away from her grasp, it was starting to bother his neck and the ground was hurting his knee.

Adalia gave a hiss when there was suddenly ice on her arm. The shock of this person being a mage threw her off and she felt the boot to her stomach, which made her reel away before she quickly caught her balance.  Just in time to put her heated hands to block her face. "A mage?!" The tip of one icicle pierced her palm before it simply dripped down her hands the rest melted quickly from the heat. Adalia took a second to notice that these ones were not just plain water and even gagged a little.

"I'll pay you double what you're being paid for whatever you stole." She finally spat out, glaring at him. Maybe that would reason with him, the things in that room -while mundane and quite useless- were priceless.

This was just uncomfortable. Yuuki couldn't do much besides strong arm this kid and he'd feel bad about it, because he couldn't imagine how awful she's going to feel when she's realized she's gotten the wrong person. Or did she? Was he a criminal!?

"How about you ask some questions?" He grumbled out, not putting up a fight, his hands up to show he was indeed defenseless. There was no desire to be a known criminal at least not here. Somewhere else, sure. This was his home though. "And you better damn well keep that thing away from my dick or we're going to be having some problems." He threatened quietly, doing his best to glare over his shoulder.

I remember you too! You and your arts! =D Hi.

I was looking for a picture with one of my characters eye colours. I found nothing.

However. I did find this. A drawing I did of my first three characters on this site.  I know it's a little bit... Big. BUT ENJOY. =D I still remember their names. Man. Check out that armor. That's some super useful armor.

His anger was met with her own. Adalia gave a dry chuckle at his demand and she simply gripped tighter with both her hands. Easily he could shuck off his coat to keep it from getting more crispy, but he didn't. Maybe there was something in there? It didn't matter now. She wanted answers and she wanted them now.

"Fire." She informed him simply, pulling his arm closer to her. "Tell me why you're in my home, I don't want to hurt you but you force my hand if you don't give me answers." Her eyebrows went up and she kept a calm exterior while she burnt them both. "This ability is mine and I can keep it up until you've answered my questions, and it can be much much worse." She informed him, hoping his imagination would supplement how much worse it could be.

Damn.

Adalia pulled her hand back and quickly moved to punch aside the stuffed cat aside before bolting after the intruder. If she didn't have an actively daily life she was sure this thief would have gotten away. As it were, she was fit and used to having much more clothing on. 

The pain was intense in her hand but she ignored it while she grabbed for his shoulder. Using every ounce of strength she yanked him back by the arm and held her grip there. The coat began to smoke where her hand was and she quickly moved her other hand to grab his wrist so they were skin to skin. Easier to burn him if it had to come down to it and the little thief didn't play nice. "There are no mice in my house good sir. Only giant rats." Obviously a mage now Adalia did little to hide who she was - Obviously not a maid. 

"Why are you stealing from my home." Adalia's voice was stern and didn't let on how much her hands were hurting her.

It had almost been a whole six months.

His hair was longer and unruly, long enough to wear in a tiny ponytail though he didn't like it much that way. Yuuki rolled his shoulders, listening to the night time noises before he meandered through the city. The group he'd gone off with on some weird adventure for some relic had proved to be dangerous but there was a good sum of money he'd made and it was sitting in a carefully and lovingly made pouch attached to his coat. No sucker was gonna steal this off of him, Yuuki would break fingers before handing this over.

It was a nice change of pace - sorta - not having to use Niaaki to con people out of money. There was more work involved in actually physically working for it. That kinda sucked.

There was probably a good half hour between getting back home to where he knew Niaaki lived and actually finding the place. A try at the door to find it was locked didn't really disappointed Yuuki, he kinda figured Niaaki wasn't a total idiot and would lock the door from intruders. Yuuki wasn't an intruder though! Which is why he went around and found a window, carefully prying that open and crawling in through that as quietly as he could.

Yuuki had been careful to put his things just out of sight and press his face into his elbow before falling asleep, it was hard to get comfortable propped over a table but he managed. When Niaaki woke up, whether it was after a chill filled his home from the open window or dawn came there would be a strange man sleeping on his kitchen table.

Yuuki would have opted to just flop onto Niaaki in his bed to scare the crap out of him but what if there had been someone else in the bed? That would have been awkward.

There was never a dull day. Yuuki would look back at this and groan quietly before hanging his head and going back to his mundane life. For now though, the smoke made him glad his hand was over his mouth while he frantically looked around for what exactly did that. Was he gonna get mugged? Yeah, normal people didn't just throw smoke bombs.

Of course, Yuuki went down easy down on one knee. He gave a gasp and his hands went to the pool cue pressed against his neck and the voice sent a shiver down his spine. Too close. The only people that whispered into his ear were ones he was doing that with, and usually it was 'you're too heavy, get off of me' or something equally not erotic. "I know I look like an asshole," He wheezed out, not at all enjoying the pool cue pressing against his neck, "But don't you think you're taking this a little far?" It didn't occur to him at all that maybe all this treatment was intended for the man that had run away.