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THE HARVESTER
" Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all."
FULL NAME
Azuria Diesirae Balthazar
"God is my help for the day of wrath.
May God preserve my life."
MENTALITY
Azuria seems to feign innocence and may even come off as childish, but in truth she is a sociopath due to the many years of extreme abuse she endured as a child and into adulthood.
Unfortunately, fools fall for the face of an angel and often will find themselves and their fate in her hands.
Although on a simple day, if you took away all of the murder and atrocities, she would just be an apathetic girl preferring to live a materialistic, sedentary lifestyle.
However, Azuria has been and may always be a very selfish and disturbed individual. The strange exception is that she may exhibit a rare softness under particular circumstances.
FEATURES
SKIN & BUILD
Somewhere in the 5ft range, smaller hourglass frame with skin that is soft, pale, and cool to the touch.
HAIR & FACE
Long, thick, sleek, and black hair and eyes of indigo that may glow when excitable.
EXPRESSIONS
Placid, dead, empty stares. However, this can quickly change if triggered to give an emotional response.
VOICE
Voice is comparable to that of a young girl. Although her tone is rather monotonous, there is a hint of a mysterious accent that may be perceived as sultry.
EXTRA
Enjoys the violin.
Obsessed with white-haired men.
AFFILIATIONS
BALTHAZAR
Azuria's surname dates back to ancient times, but a branch in the lineage was influenced by the Strigoi vampires that later evolved into the Moroi vampires. Generations have spread to other parts of Golarion, but the Balthazar lineage later became an independent, separatist family.Now very little is known anymore about her heritage, except what are now rumors that the family used to be cannibalistic aristocrats that placed their faith in gods of darkness.
This Balthazar bloodline was noble and resided for generations in a fortress built in snow covered highland mountains.Her father is a mystery and her mother, Anaiah Balthazar, didn't live long into Azuria's childhood. She was left with fragmented memories of her mother's tenderness covered in blood stains that ran as deep as Hell.
The dark rumors of the family had drawn attention from a holy order of knights that were later dispatched to overrun the fortress and eliminate the family.
However, a corrupt priest leading the expedition within the order planned to diverge from the holy order's plan. While everyone within the fortress was slaughtered as originally intended, he kept Lady Anaiah Balthazar alive and imprisoned in the dungeon within her own fortress.
The explanation of his deviated goal to the holy order was to learn more about vampires through scientific experimentation. Although in truth it was an excuse to allow torture to be conducted, as well as learning and practicing dark arts.
Additionally, Anaiah had twin dhampir daughters that were kept alive at the behest of the Lady. Their names were Azuria and Aishtar; the only difference being in the color of their eyes. So even as Azuria suffered, so did her sibling experience the tragedy all the same.
Anaiah Balthazar
Azuria Balthazar
Aishtar Balthazar
However, no one ever talked about the other forms of unspeakable torment Azuria, her sister, and mother underwent while in their captivity; After all, Anaiah was beautiful to behold and her daughters were her spitting image. The twins were forced to watch the unfortunate fate of their mother.
Anaiah would not survive the incredible strain on her body and spirit. Before her passing, she tried her best to explain to her daughters that not everyone treated one another this way, in hopes that they would survive to see the light of days spent free from those that hunted them.Although now that the mother had failed to stay alive, the twins were utilized next...
And so what happens when you place or trap two individuals alone
to cling to one another in an unforgiving world full of cruelty and madness?They became one another's first love.
"We can withstand any fucking horrible thing they do to us... As long as we have each other..."
It was wrong against religious and societal standards, but the tiny dark world in which they became enslaved to knew no such rules. It was only in the love they had for each other that enabled them to mentally survive the brutal and savage demonstrations that continued day in and day out in place of their mother.But as luck would have it, they would see it brought to an end...
"Life is just a fog, you will wander aimlessly...You will, stumble, crash, and fall... Don't let it define your plans young pups, let it empower you, to grow strong."
A mysterious and powerful wolf-demon in the mountains discovered the fortress and investigated the suspicious gathering of supposed church servants there. He watched their activity for some time until it could be confirmed that there was recognizable dark energy being harbored within.
The wolf-demon infiltrated the fortress and found the twins. He stopped in a sorrowful awe to behold the absolute pitiful state their bodies were kept. His wrath from this sight ensured that no one else there would leave or survive.
From that day forward he decided to take the twins under his wing until he felt he taught them everything he knew and become old enough to fend for themselves.
The sisters parted ways at this point. Azuria could see the qualities of their mother in her sister and everything she stood for, but at the same time it was why she could not bear to stay. She would live the way she chose and stand by it. Not even her sister would get in the way of her freedom and opposing beliefs.
"Do not follow me, dear sister. For if you try to stop me, I cannot promise that I can protect you. The holy order must pay... And mankind must suffer..."
Unfortunately, Azuria opposed humanity, contrary to her sister's views, as she could not make sense of what her mother tried to teach them. Azuria wanted personal justice for the suffrage that others wrought upon them.
From the dark recesses of her heart, a seed of hatred had been planted in a young and impressionable Azuria that began it's growth with her mother's end.
No amount of Aishtar's coercion, reasoning, or pleading could have her swayed. Azuria left the snowlands to travel the world in search of power to take revenge.
AION
If you asked Azuria about the best day of her life, her face would light up into a far away gaze that would place her in the center of a hellfire circle that had set a blood littered town ablaze, all the while with a sword through her pectoral by a devilman.
A man after my own heart. You satisfy me.
You crazy bitch... She knew he'd say if his lips hadn't been so locked on her own.
**Her eyes glistened as she pulled herself even closer to him, allowing the blade to slowly slide through herself before she leaned in to kiss him. They had nearly done away with a whole town while in combat with each other, but in their common interest of hate for humanity, and for a wish of a new world order, she fell in love. **
Their plans to grow or combine a force for their cause would fuel them into a wild romance as they joined a dark rebellion. Together, they joined a cultist group and the shadow knights. They had started an attempt in helping for the resurrection a fallen god, who would surely have the power to bring about the destruction of humanity so they could both watch the world burn.
However, her sister would follow after her and with a twisted fate that she would be teamed with Aion's brother. They fought each other in several encounters and would eventually come to a final showdown.
"No, my Love." She replied.
"We shall perish together. I would follow you, even into the mouth and depths of Hell."
The outcome of her sister was unknown, but her own plans, hopes, and dreams had been torn asunder; Aion's life along with it. That devil she loved so dearly, held Azuria one last time as his body began to burn and disintegrate into ash. He swore to her that reincarnation would bring his return. She was certain that she was going to die with him.But the universe had other plans...
PATH OF THE ZEALOT
Azuria was certain that she should have been dead, but instead woke in darkness that she did not have the ability to see through. A voice spoke to her in the pitch black. He introduced himself as Zephon, a hierophant of the goddess Shar.
Zephon claimed the goddess saw the truth of her life hidden in the darkness; from the secret worship of her ancestors, to the unspeakable torture in her youth that were covered with lies, to the war between her twin sister, who was too blinded by the path of the light to truly understand Azuria's struggle.
"Our Lady, Full of Grace, Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy hand be swift, Thy embrace be gentle, Thy kiss divine.
Weep for us whom Thee cannot touch, for Thou art with us.
Thou shalt gaze upon us as we exalt Thee.
We send to Thee the souls of the living,
So we might know peace ourselves.
And one day ascend to Thee in death.
Amen."
Azuria had been revived and given a second chance at her life. She was "born again" through a cleansing of fire and a body renewed through a baptism in blood by the dark priest. She was granted the title of "The Harvester" and was to fulfill her role in reaping lives in Shar's name to be granted favor. If she worked hard enough serving in Shar's name she may be granted a gift from the Dark Weave.
There was one more thing that Zephon told her that she had to do. To complete her worth Azuria would have to sacrifice. If she wanted the power she had to give up her womb. To Azuria this was asking her to give up on part of her dream. Why, to never be able to have children tore her in two. However, the price had to be paid to her Lady of Loss.
She had been burned in searing flames, offered up her womb, but in the baptism of the blood font she was bestowed a newfound power in rage. She would never forget the excruciating pain she felt that day; it was a reminder of her abhorrent past and would serve as a reminder to live by her fury every day.
THE GIFT
Little girl, have I got just the thing for you...**For this dance of chaos that you so often do...For you little girl, whom they thought they slew....Is a gift from me for thee to continue...
"Blessed Nightsinger, witness our adoration. See how we serve you, only you. We have emptied our hearts of falsehoods. We have vanquished your foes. In darkness, we see your truth. Embrace us, your loyal warriors. Cloak us in your shadow. Guide us to your victory. Shar's will shall be done. As sure as night will fall."Shadowheart's prayer
Azuria began her service under Shar and had no qualms fulfilling the tasks that anyone else would have considered, for the lack of a better phrase, dirty work. To Azuria, she was only doing what she knew she could do best. Her continued history of atrocities grew and with it, her favor.
Azuria never stopped thinking about Aion. Not a day passed when there were not reminiscences of him. Aion's body may have burned away to ash that fateful day, but she knew that he had returned to Hell and would come back to her some day.
"I will wait.. forever."
She said to a vision of the man she saw, who was not really there.
"I will find you because you promised me your return..." She vowed to her former lover.
Azuria wandered the world for years since starting her life over after her encounter performed by the dark high priest. The power had given her yet another chance, but what of Aion? She could not forget about him.
Time was driving her to madness. She had been occupied for a while serving under Shar, but where was her recompense? Had she not prooved herself faithful?
"In the end... How can I wait forever if I will not live forever?"
Just when Azuria nearly drove herself to insanity in her heart, a shadowed figure approached her. He claimed to be a Darkcloak of Shar, tending to those troubled souls who were emotionally damaged, often bringing the bliss of forgetfulness to soothe their pain.
However, when presented the opportunity to be ridden of her memory of Aion, she refused, much to the Darkcloak's surprise. What Azuria wanted was reunion, retribution, and revenge.
"You have performed well, dark child. The goddess Shar has sent me to impart knowledge where you may find the answers you seek. "
"You must make passage to Eberron. Your arrival there will bring events to unfold. Seek the Amber Temple. Beware, dark child, for if you go, you go alone, but fear not. Let the fury burn as bright as the blue of your eyes, like the hottest part of a flame within you."
MARK OF WRATH
Azuria wasted no time in finding a way to Eberron. She learned that one could make it there one of two ways. The first was by extraplanar travel, but the second method she followed by rumor that you could also get there by way of a dragon.
If travel by dragon was really true, Azuria knew where to find out about it. Having worked as a contracted assassin plentiful times for a black dragon cult that was plotting ways to bring back numbers of their lineage, she returned to her contact Zorn Colenso. He was a dark lord capable of many nefarious dealings; certainly secrets of the black dragon lineage possibly having connection to the demi plane of Eberron must have been one of them.
"Ah... To what do I owe the pleasure for the presence of The Harvester in my abode this evening? I don't believe that I have made request for your services..."
Azuria would cut to the chase with the dark lord. She was calling in her favor for one of his dragons, which she said she would be coming back to him for some day for in exchange for the heads of his enemies she had gifted time and time again to his doorstep.
"And how could I forget? You went through the trouble to even wrap them in little lavish bows for me. Very well... I will lend you transportation service by way of one of my juveniles, but I want you on another contract for this token of my appreciation. Take this scroll and do not open it until you have made it in a discreet place on the other side. I believe the Dark Six will reward your kind. May The Fury be with you."
Azuria narrowed her eyes at the scroll tossed to her feet. She stabbed the point of her scythe through it as she refused to bend to him to pick it up and left with one of his juvenile black dragons to the sound of Zorn's laughter echoing from his chamber.
And so she took flight to the skies by one of Colenso's dragons. She had been through so much already, but really the perilous journey for madness had only begun..
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"I would do anything to be together again with you..."