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||Role||
Selected

||Faction||
Mixed-Breed/Fallen Angel

||Land||
Vasloria

||Name||
Gabriella 'Elle' Alyssa Azazel

Gabriella-
Meaning: God is my strength

Alyssa-
Meaning: Of Noble Origin

Azazel-
Meaning: Scapegoat, Evil Devil, Fallen Angel
(She changed her last name when she fell, an attempt to distance herself from her past)

||Age||
23

||Gender||
Female

||Sexuality||
Bisexual

||Faceclaim||

||Personality||
To start with, Elle can be rather cheeky. She gets bored easily, and delights in causing mischief. She's not sure why it scratches something within her, but when she's still she becomes... restless. She needs to move, needs stimulation, and she's not above causing trouble for others if it will help herself. She's even caused harm to others in the name of distraction, though the guilt she feels after is not worth it. Not most of the time.
Most of the time, she is quite hyper and jokey, never missing an opportunity to tease someone (usually in a provocative way). Optimistic isn't the right word, but she definitely got that kind of energy around her. She is bold, thats the best way to describe her. She will not back down from a challenge and has more confidence than she needs. More confidence than anyone needs, to be quite honest.
However, she is incredibly short tempered. Her arrogance and cockiness don't help when it comes to keeping her calm. It doesn't take much to anger her. It's probably because she's always a little angry. Angry at the angels, angry at the world, angry at herself. Having a shouting match is just another reason for her to release some of that pent up frustration, and a physical fist fight is even better. The burn of bruises on her knuckles just reminds her she's alive.
Elle is a selfish creature. Her wants and desires come first, and very few people override her base instinct to prioritise herself. She used to be more open, more kind. Now, she has learnt that Vasloria will eat those who are weak, and she does not intend to become chum for the rats. If she had to lie and cheat and steal, she can live with that. If she has to step on others to put herself forward, she'll learn to live with that too. Eventually.
Above all, Elle is scared. She lives in a world of uncertainty where the only thing she can think about is her next meal and safe place to sleep. She is always on her toes, and is therefore chronically jumpy. Every sound in the shadows could be a threat, every flicker in the corner of her eyes could be her past catching up to her. She believes if she just keeps running then eventually it won't matter. Nothing can touch her if they can't find her, and maybe that could be true for her brain as well. Maybe if she fills it up with so much crap she won't be able to think about anything else.

||Brief Background||
Elle was adopted by an Angel named Ezekiel, a high-ranking warrior who hadn't wanted a child until a stray toddler had been tossed into his life and turned it upside down. His little girl, his little hellion. Elle's childhood was nothing short of idyllic, despite her father's stern demeanour and her penchant for causing trouble, and as she aged, she wished to follow in her father's footsteps as a soldier. She got accepted into a training school and soon made fast friends with a boy named Valentino, the sweetest thing anyone had ever met. They were inseparable, as close as siblings. On the night of Valentino's 19th birthday, they went out to celebrate, and in the morning, all that was found was Valentino's body and witnesses saying Elle fled the scene. Covered in blood. She didn't wait for the other angels to find her, charge her with murder. Didn't wait to see her father's disappointment. She disappeared into Vasloria, where she's been working as a mercenary for hire ever since.

||Strengths||
-Stealthy
-Good at making friends
-Makes a great cup of lemonade
-Not afraid to throw a punch
-Resourceful
-Good fighter

||Weaknesses||
-Maybe a little too keen to throw a punch
-About as tactful as a slap to the face
-Honesty? What's that?
-Her needs come first. Always.
-Too used to death to be normal
-Has a slight tendency to attack first and ask questions later

||Theme Song||
Megalomaniac
~aeseaes

||Quote||

'what doesn't kill you
gives you a set of unhealthy
coping mechanisms and
a very dark sense of humour'

||Other||
-My brain is scrambled. I cannot think of anything 😭 sorry!

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