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The small demoness

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Basics

Weight:	98lbs
Height:	4'11
Gender:	Female

With a small stature and slim figure, Azalea has pale skin akin to ash. To contrast her light features, inky black hair cascades down past her feet, pooling onto the floor. As such, she usually wears her hair in a large bun; blunt bangs and short side pieces frame a heart shaped face. Large eyes add a sense of innocence, save for the crimson flare in her pupil and irises the same shade as her hair. On the sides of her head are two sheep-like ears. The fur outside is black and velvety while the inside is a soft pink hue. Just above her ears, two large ivory horns protrude, curling upwards.

Azalea's frame is fairly slim. Though she is short, her legs are fairly long with shapely thighs. Due to her limited shapeshifting abilities, she can have human legs or demon legs, where she has hooves for feet with black fur reaching up to her hips. She doesn't have much in terms of muscle tone, simply being lithe. Her bust is fairly small; bra size reaching a 34C. Just above her rear, a small black tail protrudes.

Personality

Rude and brash, Azalea has quite the toxic personality. She's often cold to most at first, opting to use harsh language and name calling as a way to keep her distance. Of course, this doesn't mean that she is entirely cruel. Deep within is a soft center, waiting for someone to break the hard shell around it.

She enjoys tainting people's moods and either enraging them or inflicting emotional pain, finding humor in another's misery. Still, as much as she can be a terror, she can be just as sweet and caring. When becoming close to someone, her abrasive nature lessens and blossoms into a strange form of doting. However, most people are simply viewed as tools of sorts. Whether it may be to satisfy her sexual needs or keep her entertained through macabre actions, she's never truly become attached to a person before. Of course, she doesn't mind much, enjoying being able to do as she pleases when she pleases.

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Childhood

Azalea's childhood wasn't particularly cheerful, but it certainly wasn't the worst. A descendant of Baphomet, her family was held in high regard, able to walk that fine line of dark and light instead of being born inherently evil like other demonkind. Tasked with keeping order of Hell, their job was to keep demons from causing too much havoc in the Human world while also making sure contracts were kept. As such, her lineage were usually quite powerful demons, able to wield horrifying magick. From a very young age, they were taught how to harness this raw energy and kept on a strict schedule to study the laws of contracts and battle. Azalea, however, was the 'black sheep' of her family.

Quite the daydreamer, her magick never developed like her brother and sisters. Her studies suffered as her mind wandered further and further from her duties. Azzy had a very soft nature, not liking confrontation. She always hoped for a future where she was free from her family's expectations. Of course, it didn't take long for her to be cast aside and hidden in the shadows where she couldn't besmirch their reputation. As such, she grew accustomed to being alone and fending for herself. She quickly became the target of bullies in her young age, picked on for her lack of power and determination. Still, her spirit wasn't broken. She still believed one day she would be able to live a cheerful, carefree life.

Young Adult

As she became older, Azzy was given small errands to run to keep up the appearance of her attribution. These were mostly sending documents to other family members or filing the contracts. On rare occasions, she was sent to the Human world to collect a contract when the holder was too busy to return to Hell. On these trips, she enjoyed taking a little extra time to indulge in her curiosities. She made several Human friends over the course of these trips, growing close with them, eventually deciding to leave and stay in the Human world to be with them. Here is where her life took a turn for the worst.

As she expected, no one came to look for her or bring her back home when she disappeared. Meeting up with the group that she'd grown so fond of, Azalea was given a rude awakening to the harshness of the world. In an abandoned building, she was attacked by the people she thought were her friends. Demon hunters that sought to eliminate her kind. Azzy ran for her life, trying again and again to call on her magick, but to no avail. It wasn't until a crossbow bolt tore through her thigh and she was tied up that her soft heart grew cold and unforgiving. The world had finally broken the kindhearted hellion.

For the next two weeks, she was tortured. Whipped, burned, shocked, bones broken, beaten. Despite the pain, she refused to give them the information they desired: the location of the portals to Hell itself. On the final day, her captors were convinced she wouldn't crack and was of no further use to them. Taunting her endlessly about how easy she had been to fool, too trusting, Azzy's rage began to build. With each cut they inflicted on her body to bestow a slow, painful death, she cursed them. Just as her vision began to cloud, she felt hands on her body, beneath her clothing. In a final burst of sheer anger, sadness, and desperation, a cloud of black smoke began to swirl in her palms. It grew, swirling around the room until they were all caught in a vortex. Smoky tendrils shot from the haze, entering the Hunters' bodies through their nose, eyes, mouth, ears. . . All she remembered after that is the angonizing screams that echoed in the dingy chamber.

When she finally came to, bodies littered the floor, their skin plagued with black veins. Black ooze leaked from their orifices. Azzy's body had healed and within was a new vigor she'd never felt before. A dark magick finally awakened. She wouldn't allow herself to be pushed around anymore. Anyone that got in her way would taste her poison.

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