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Created on 2007-11-05 07:00:31 (#14184216), last updated 2007-11-05
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Basic Info| Name: | Azula Zang |
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BioPlayer Name: Lu
Email Address: dvlsdghtr@hotmail.com
AIM Screen Name: LuTheDoctor
Character Name: Azula
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at an unimpressive 5'3", Azula makes up for any lack of intimidation due to her height with her sharp features and rather constant derisive smirk. Her eyes are a rather burnt amber, and her dark brown hair is almost always swept into the topknot indicative of the royal family, though she leaves her long bangs hanging loose, framing her face regally on either side. Slightly too curvaceous to be called skinny, Azula is nonetheless beautiful, even if it is a rather ruthless attractiveness. She usually wears rather unornamented outfits that still manage to look elegant while being highly functional, and in a rather unconventional fashion, she's made the personal decision to never wear skirts, as they are less than intelligent when a sudden fight for survival is constantly imminent.
Personality: Azula is also horrifyingly insightful and manipulative, able to detect the ulterior motives and underlying insecurities in almost anyone she comes across. Entirely unconcerned about the ethics of maneuvering other people into positions in which she wants them, Azula uses anyone and everyone at her disposal to meet her ends. Confident, beautiful, and lethal, she is a force to be reckoned with--her temper is short but always under immaculate control; it is rare that she explodes in a rage and much more common that she simply seethes and smolders until she can effect your undoing. She has to be perfect, the best at everything she does, and she will subvert and sabotage the efforts of others if she thinks they may outstrip her by the slightest fraction.
She is not, however, at all insecure. She is the best and she knows it, if only because she endeavors to keep herself as such. She does not tolerate failure and will not fail in anything she does. A princess surrenders with honor--i.e., not at all. Death before surrender, and victory before death. Anything less is unacceptable, and Azula will stop at nothing to achieve ultimate power and domination. Brilliantly cunning and wickedly intelligent, Azula views her friends as accomplices and her enemies as obstacles, and there is nothing--nothing--that a good plan and enough time won't win her.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Quite the adept fighter, Azula has mastered many forms of martial arts in both armed and unarmed combat. She has many different blades that contain thin pliant tubes, tubes with tiny holes which run along the length of the blades, whether they are swords or daggers or anything in between, and into the hilts. There, she keeps stores of a special flammable chemical much like napalm, and a mechanism near the hilt of each blade allows her to simply flick a flintlock to set the whole cutting edge alight, the chemical wicking through the holes and keeping the flame constant and controlled. Depending on the pressurization of this chemical in the hilt, the flames burn red, orange, or even blue, and Azula only permits the most well-tempered and heat-resistant metals to be forged into her blades, as she's melted some lesser pieces with her fire. She is also a queen of manipulation and can play people off each other more easily than a chess master.
Weaknesses: Azula's one ineptitude is social. She does not act her age and frankly doesn't care to, but when it comes to friendly interaction, she tends to find herself frustratingly insufficient. As a result, she tends to avoid social encounters and only keeps a close circle of friends whom she trusts almost completely, if only because they're too fawning and sycophantic to betray her. She actually rather likes these people, but hopes the impression won't spread too far, as she'd hate to have to abandon them simply because someone thought to use them as leverage.
History: Azula was born in 1860, the crown princess of Aegis, and for the first two years of her life was an only child. Then, unfortunately, her mother brought forth a son, and so Azula was raised as the heir apparent's older sister, despite clearly being her father's favorite and in general, much more fit to rule Aegis with cunning intellect and effective strategy. But the law was rigid--only a man could be king of Aegis, and though Azula found herself ten times as observant and talented as her little brother, she would never rule the island nation.
In all honesty, this did not sit well with her. Not only was she smarter than her little brother, more manipulative and adept at politics, but she was just all around better than he was. She was a natural combatant; by the time she was nine years old, she'd mastered many different martial arts and had even invented weapons of her own, and was entirely unimpressed when her younger brother followed in her footsteps to create his own fire-based weaponry.
Azula spent very little time playing as a child. She liked to accompany her father to his meetings with the council, where she sat at his right hand and absorbed everything going on, growing unnervingly adept at reading into other people's motives and predicting the outcomes of many discussions. Her father very quickly caught on to her exceptional aptitude for political manipulation and began seeking her council when she was only eleven. Her incompetent brother, just nine years old, was completely ignored in favor of Azula, a fact she enjoyed taunting the boy with whenever possible. He may have been crown prince, but she was daddy's favorite, and if it weren't for Azula's mother, who doted on her younger brother rather obsessively and in Azula's mind rendered him nothing but a pathetic and spoiled loser, Azula was sure her father would have already changed the law and named her his oh-so-rightful heir.
Her mother conveniently vanished the following year, and Azula wasted no time in convincing her father to name her, first born and with more aptitude in the first place, heir to the throne. Her father was quite eager to do so, but the council was much less enthusiastic and essentially voted the decision down repeatedly. It seemed the council, seeking to wrest as much power from the royal throne as possible with their pathetic Magna Carta, much preferred her weak little brother to Azula's deft and powerful hand. She would not stand for it, and in a matter of months, Azula contrived to have her little brother disowned. Through careful nonchalant comments and casual information slips planted over the next year or two, Azula managed to work her little brother so far out of favor with their father that it was only at her encouragement that he permit the heir apparent to accompany them into council one day.
It couldn't have gone better if she'd briefed the two beforehand. The meeting concerned the rising number of revolutionary revolts, and Azula was sure her idealistic little brother would pipe up and say something endearingly altruistic. Her father, as expected, was furious at his ignorance and lack of discretion, and later took Azula's suggestion that to settle the upset the two engage in an ancient and very traditional, though no longer very practiced Agni Kai, essentially a weaponless duel that Azula knew her little brother could never hope to win. Her shamed little brother could then be legally demoted to lower status, and a lower status boy could never be crown prince. Azula would be the only option.
However, her little brother turned out to be even more pathetically pliant than Azula could have dreamed. Instead of fighting and losing, the idiot refused to fight at all, resulting in a shame and rage so fierce that her father not only banished his twelve-year-old son, but turned the boy's homemade flamethrower against him. Azula practically laughed at the spectacle.
But that blasted council still wouldn't change the law and let her be heir. If no male heir was available, they claimed, the council would elect a new king. Imagine! Electing someone to take the place of an ancient and royal bloodline! Azula's rage knew no bounds, and Dardenelles still sports a few scorched trees in a particular graveyard where she vented her frustrations. But, quickly, Azula came up with a new plan and switched tactics--if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, after all.
So now, Azula sits complacently on council, nothing more than another member with a single vote. Now that she's not after the throne anymore, she actually has made quite a few allies and is generally well-respected (albeit not too well-liked) amongst the council members. Azula does, however, hold herself above their petty squabbles and is blissfully uninvolved in their feuds and duals, hardly batting an eye when one councilman is murdered in a slave revolt one week and an entire noble family is completely wiped out in a vicious pirate raid the next. It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt--then it's politics.
Email Address: dvlsdghtr@hotmail.com
AIM Screen Name: LuTheDoctor
Character Name: Azula
Series: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at an unimpressive 5'3", Azula makes up for any lack of intimidation due to her height with her sharp features and rather constant derisive smirk. Her eyes are a rather burnt amber, and her dark brown hair is almost always swept into the topknot indicative of the royal family, though she leaves her long bangs hanging loose, framing her face regally on either side. Slightly too curvaceous to be called skinny, Azula is nonetheless beautiful, even if it is a rather ruthless attractiveness. She usually wears rather unornamented outfits that still manage to look elegant while being highly functional, and in a rather unconventional fashion, she's made the personal decision to never wear skirts, as they are less than intelligent when a sudden fight for survival is constantly imminent.
Personality: Azula is also horrifyingly insightful and manipulative, able to detect the ulterior motives and underlying insecurities in almost anyone she comes across. Entirely unconcerned about the ethics of maneuvering other people into positions in which she wants them, Azula uses anyone and everyone at her disposal to meet her ends. Confident, beautiful, and lethal, she is a force to be reckoned with--her temper is short but always under immaculate control; it is rare that she explodes in a rage and much more common that she simply seethes and smolders until she can effect your undoing. She has to be perfect, the best at everything she does, and she will subvert and sabotage the efforts of others if she thinks they may outstrip her by the slightest fraction.
She is not, however, at all insecure. She is the best and she knows it, if only because she endeavors to keep herself as such. She does not tolerate failure and will not fail in anything she does. A princess surrenders with honor--i.e., not at all. Death before surrender, and victory before death. Anything less is unacceptable, and Azula will stop at nothing to achieve ultimate power and domination. Brilliantly cunning and wickedly intelligent, Azula views her friends as accomplices and her enemies as obstacles, and there is nothing--nothing--that a good plan and enough time won't win her.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Quite the adept fighter, Azula has mastered many forms of martial arts in both armed and unarmed combat. She has many different blades that contain thin pliant tubes, tubes with tiny holes which run along the length of the blades, whether they are swords or daggers or anything in between, and into the hilts. There, she keeps stores of a special flammable chemical much like napalm, and a mechanism near the hilt of each blade allows her to simply flick a flintlock to set the whole cutting edge alight, the chemical wicking through the holes and keeping the flame constant and controlled. Depending on the pressurization of this chemical in the hilt, the flames burn red, orange, or even blue, and Azula only permits the most well-tempered and heat-resistant metals to be forged into her blades, as she's melted some lesser pieces with her fire. She is also a queen of manipulation and can play people off each other more easily than a chess master.
Weaknesses: Azula's one ineptitude is social. She does not act her age and frankly doesn't care to, but when it comes to friendly interaction, she tends to find herself frustratingly insufficient. As a result, she tends to avoid social encounters and only keeps a close circle of friends whom she trusts almost completely, if only because they're too fawning and sycophantic to betray her. She actually rather likes these people, but hopes the impression won't spread too far, as she'd hate to have to abandon them simply because someone thought to use them as leverage.
History: Azula was born in 1860, the crown princess of Aegis, and for the first two years of her life was an only child. Then, unfortunately, her mother brought forth a son, and so Azula was raised as the heir apparent's older sister, despite clearly being her father's favorite and in general, much more fit to rule Aegis with cunning intellect and effective strategy. But the law was rigid--only a man could be king of Aegis, and though Azula found herself ten times as observant and talented as her little brother, she would never rule the island nation.
In all honesty, this did not sit well with her. Not only was she smarter than her little brother, more manipulative and adept at politics, but she was just all around better than he was. She was a natural combatant; by the time she was nine years old, she'd mastered many different martial arts and had even invented weapons of her own, and was entirely unimpressed when her younger brother followed in her footsteps to create his own fire-based weaponry.
Azula spent very little time playing as a child. She liked to accompany her father to his meetings with the council, where she sat at his right hand and absorbed everything going on, growing unnervingly adept at reading into other people's motives and predicting the outcomes of many discussions. Her father very quickly caught on to her exceptional aptitude for political manipulation and began seeking her council when she was only eleven. Her incompetent brother, just nine years old, was completely ignored in favor of Azula, a fact she enjoyed taunting the boy with whenever possible. He may have been crown prince, but she was daddy's favorite, and if it weren't for Azula's mother, who doted on her younger brother rather obsessively and in Azula's mind rendered him nothing but a pathetic and spoiled loser, Azula was sure her father would have already changed the law and named her his oh-so-rightful heir.
Her mother conveniently vanished the following year, and Azula wasted no time in convincing her father to name her, first born and with more aptitude in the first place, heir to the throne. Her father was quite eager to do so, but the council was much less enthusiastic and essentially voted the decision down repeatedly. It seemed the council, seeking to wrest as much power from the royal throne as possible with their pathetic Magna Carta, much preferred her weak little brother to Azula's deft and powerful hand. She would not stand for it, and in a matter of months, Azula contrived to have her little brother disowned. Through careful nonchalant comments and casual information slips planted over the next year or two, Azula managed to work her little brother so far out of favor with their father that it was only at her encouragement that he permit the heir apparent to accompany them into council one day.
It couldn't have gone better if she'd briefed the two beforehand. The meeting concerned the rising number of revolutionary revolts, and Azula was sure her idealistic little brother would pipe up and say something endearingly altruistic. Her father, as expected, was furious at his ignorance and lack of discretion, and later took Azula's suggestion that to settle the upset the two engage in an ancient and very traditional, though no longer very practiced Agni Kai, essentially a weaponless duel that Azula knew her little brother could never hope to win. Her shamed little brother could then be legally demoted to lower status, and a lower status boy could never be crown prince. Azula would be the only option.
However, her little brother turned out to be even more pathetically pliant than Azula could have dreamed. Instead of fighting and losing, the idiot refused to fight at all, resulting in a shame and rage so fierce that her father not only banished his twelve-year-old son, but turned the boy's homemade flamethrower against him. Azula practically laughed at the spectacle.
But that blasted council still wouldn't change the law and let her be heir. If no male heir was available, they claimed, the council would elect a new king. Imagine! Electing someone to take the place of an ancient and royal bloodline! Azula's rage knew no bounds, and Dardenelles still sports a few scorched trees in a particular graveyard where she vented her frustrations. But, quickly, Azula came up with a new plan and switched tactics--if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, after all.
So now, Azula sits complacently on council, nothing more than another member with a single vote. Now that she's not after the throne anymore, she actually has made quite a few allies and is generally well-respected (albeit not too well-liked) amongst the council members. Azula does, however, hold herself above their petty squabbles and is blissfully uninvolved in their feuds and duals, hardly batting an eye when one councilman is murdered in a slave revolt one week and an entire noble family is completely wiped out in a vicious pirate raid the next. It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt--then it's politics.
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