Azeria Application

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Name: Azeria
House: Yveltal House
Species: Yveltal
Number: #717
Classification: Destruction Pokemon
Type(s): Flying and Dark
Age: Level 93
Moveset:
- Oblivion Wing
(10)
- Phantom Force
(10)
- Dragon Rush
(10)
- Sky Attack
(5)

Stats:

Attack: 221
Defense: 188
Sp. Attack: 224
Sp. Defense: 192
Speed: 193

Nature: Lonely
Ability: Dark Aura (Powers up every Pokémon in play's Dark-type moves by 33.3%)

Height: 20 Ft.
Weight: 450.67 Lbs

Personality: She is strict and powerful on the outside, but extremely lonely and sad on the inside. She tries not to show weakness -- she considers pain, sadness, or any other emotion a setback.


History:
From the beginning, there was darkness. I don't remember much more. There was darkness for ages -- after the battle between life and death, there was nothing more for me to look at. To me, it was a reflection of myself. Darkness.
After I had my tail feather ripped off of me, I hardened myself and never looked back. I kept my past close -- as a reminder that I was never going to be more than the embodiment of destruction. And he, life.
There was no other way.

Then there was light.
And there were no more humans. And it was peaceful.
Sort of.
I was thrust into a world of creatures controlled by the spores of Paras and Parasect. I guess some would say Hey, it's a world thrown into utter chaos. Perfect for you, right?
I thought so too.
But after a while, I realized that there were others who needed help. Even if it came from death.
He had already begun to help. It was all peace for him. Peace and love and life. But I knew better. This disease -- this thing -- that was killing off everything and anything needed to be dealt with in the same way -- death.
And now I realize that it wasn't my fault I was born as the embodiment of death itself. I can't control it.
But I can embrace it.
And let it take over.
I think that's what I need to do.
After all.
There is no other way.


Rank: House Leader


Family: Mother x Father -- N/A
Siblings: N/A


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Hobbies/Pastimes: Flying, Anything she can do alone.
Accessories: Necklace -- (Yeah kinda weird I know) -- The finger-like feather that was ripped off of her in the battle between life and death. She keeps it with her as a reminder that it isn't her fault she was made death -- rather that it was his for being life.
Disabilities/Deformities: Only four 'fingers' on her tail instead of five.



~Mate Status~

Current Mate: None
Past Mate: None
Searching For...
/ Searching for a Mate
Neutral
/ Not Interested
Prefers: Doesn't have a preference. She doesn't have a lot of feelings, in fact.
Dislikes: Xiai. Go die in a hole.



~Relationships Information~

 Dead
  Tutor/Apprentice
 Family
Crush/Attraction
Prominent/Solitary Crush
Love
Can't Live Without

--House|Character|RP'er|--

Xerneas House|Xiai|artisticRock| -- /// -- You're the polar opposite of me. Stop with the constant happiness -- it's bringing me down. It wasn't my fault I am death -- stop rubbing it in!


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Stats

Hunt: 6/10
Endurance: 9/10
Battle: 9/10
Speed: 8/10
Tactic: 7/10

Roleplay Information/Example

=Roleplay example=

Azeria moved swiftly through the air, her pupil-less eyes, blinking out the air that was drying them out. Her neck fur ruffled in the wind, and the necklace wrapped around her neck matched it's motion perfectly. Her tail -- missing the last pinky feather -- was spread wide in an attempt to slow as she landed. The crimson color of her feathers glistened in the sun as she lofted onto the grassy entrance near her House, her tail curling into a scorpion-like position.

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Roleplay availability

✔/ Notes  -- Sure! I lose track of them easily though . . .
✔/ Chats  -- Why not?
✔/ Comments  -- I prefer these -- but anything goes.

~Roleplay ratings~

||✔/✘ G/PG || -- Sure
||✔/✘ PG-13 || -- I guess
||✔/✘ M || -- Why not.

_{Ref Sheet (c)}