Azuka needs to eat constantly, her body requires a steady source of fuel to maintain the use of even her baseline level magics. which is why in her youth, she relied so heavily on the necklace sister ester gave her. it made a glamour for her, rather than having azuka maintain her own.
while its not as insane or extreme, she does eat a lot. field rations are her go to, such as proteins bars, jerky and dehydrated fruits. catch her munching trail mix 24/usually
Azuka’s DNA structure and foundations are based & built on Kitsune marrow and cells. She has two prehensile tails that are as long as her body length & she can make foxfire clones of herself, for as many tails as she currently has.
Her natural scent can be likened to sandalwood and lavender - largely in part to her close connection and involvement to the fauna she usually surrounds herself with. Another part being that sandalwood is the scent she naturally gives off and intensifies when her foxfire BURNS, which leaves her fingers and wrists charred black in extreme measures.
+ BONUS 1940′s
fox & wolf
The first time she sleeps outside of the Abbey, without permission, is in England and because James took her by the face, and for the first time in her life uttered one word that rocked her right to her core. He said “Stay.” and in the years to follow, and the years that were - never had such a request been made of her and thus her answer came fluid and without hesitation; but barely concealing the emotional gravity in her voice. “Okay.”
At 18 years old, but not yet fully realized as a trained sidhe-seer azuka’s magic isn’t nearly as impactful to her mental stability as it is AFTER her mutations and experimentations from the kc&c. her range of ability and consequence of using her foxfire is disproportioned in that the cost was quite small. though her ‘force’ in which she uses it is still very underdeveloped and immature, even unpredictable in its functionality. i.e., she set fire to the drapes on accident one time during sex.
When Azuka FIRST escaped, she took down the portion of the KC&C’s labs that contained the mutation data, but also the part where she, and others, were being incubated. So as the years passed, and the landscape changed, being that it was in the Western Isles– she often wakes up under 30 feet or more of ice and snow, depending on the season.
The facility itself was originally underground, but they had to relocate after she escaped and rebuild what she had destroyed, but the location stayed the same for Azuka when she was reborn.
She reappears at the exact place of her creation.
They keep the area contained and under constant surveillance; every time she dies is another chance the KC&C have at reclaiming her.
This wasn’t normal, was it? It couldn’t be—no way was she being chased cross country by three helicopters and a man with giant black wings. No way.
Her breathing was ragged; forgetting her sidhe-seer training in a rush of fear and adrenaline as her legs pumped incessantly without thought, logic and reason completely overridden. The wind rushed in her ears, the crisp air of dusk stung her nose and throat; none of it registered. The only thing that did was the sound of her footsteps thudding against the earth and the consuming drone of the machines in hot pursuit.
Azuka purposefully dropped into a sliding skid, down a sharp bank into a more heavily wooded area. Instantly, once reaching the bottom, she was back on her feet and running as fast as she could. Her graduation gown snagged and weighed her down, and had she been thinking clearly she might have taken it off.
Too late.
She could hear the sound of barking and howl’s, the likes of which she had never heard before; seconds before the cracking and creaking of tree-branches and foliage gave way under the paws of shadowlike canines. Azuka chanced a look over her shoulder, dark hair slipped across her face and obscuring her view for only a second—but that’s all it took. Between one breath; one step, and the next she saw burning black shadows made flesh and bone, snapping with jaws filed with white fangs as pale as bone.
She screamed and the beast bayed.
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“Let her go.”
“—afraid not, Mother has plans for her.”
“That monster is not a Mother.” Ester stood opposing the man armed to the teeth, no longer looking the nun Azuka had grown up with, had learned to both love and loath in equal and immeasurable degrees. The girl trembled and watched as the woman she thought of as ‘Mother’ stood in full battle readiness.
Her gaze drew up and over her shoulder, to the behemoth of a man who held her tight to his chest. His hand cupped the underside of her chin; so large that it might have covered her entire face if he was so inclined.
Azuka opted not to give him reason.
Scared, beaten and cowed into silence as the nuns were circled by a pack of wolves... Not wolves. More shadow than animal, with fangs that glinted like opals, Azuka was numb to the scene. Half detached and near expired from the fright and pain hot in her veins.
Across from them, Sister Ester stood at point, a large black tome in her hands. Castello grinned, his fingers tightening around the fragile human jaw of his ‘older’ sibling. “Look at me Sister.”
“No.” The Abbess knew the power of this monsters gaze; was well aware on the court of shadows from whence he was spawned, and had no such intention of making this easy for him.. A sudden whoosh of power swept through the area as the great tome flipped open in hands that looked fark more fragile than they were. Ester closed her eyes and began to mutter to herself in Gaelic. Azuka gasped, her hands flying to hold the wrist of the man who held her in place when his grip tightened sharply. “No, don---!”
“Stop!” Castello snarled at the woman, jerking the child in his hold to get her attention. It failed. “I said stop!” He lifted his other hand and yanked Azuka’s head cruelly back to make eye contact. The girl went lax, her mouth falling open and her chest began to heave. Panic and fear contorted the girls face, plunging the scene in fumes of waste. A scream frozen in the girls lungs, her hands clawing where they had once trembled, at thin air and nothing.
She saw demons and horrors brought to life from her own twisted imaginings. Replayed in a loop that was almost frozen into a stretched micro second.
Sister Ester never broke form, even when the girl’s screams now pitched in tune to the panic rising in her chest,, screaming as fast as she could draw breath. The power around the Head Mistress of the Abbey intensified radically as sigils and glyphs started bleeding from the book and onto her arms. Scarlet limned in black, the marks moved underneath the skin, but seared with a smoldering brand. Leaving her skin stained and dark.
The Earth at the Ester’s feet suddenly spider webbed outward, indenting inward by two inches with a sudden delayed ‘crack’ and puff of dust. Seconds later in an inward hush, came a seismic blast that knocked the Madra Dorcha and Castello back.
Stumbling forward, free both physically and mentally, Azuka opened her eyes and drew in a sharp much needed breath as tears and snot clouded her vision and airway. She choked and coughed at open air, but didn’t lose her footing entirely.
She did however, rush to close the distance between herself and the Nuns on a desperate refelx to escape.
That was all Castello needed - a break in focus. “Kill them.”
All eight of the unearthly shadow beasts converged upon the nuns the moment the spell broke, as if having been waiting for just that to happen. The large black tome fell from her hands and struck the soil, closing in place with a sharp ‘thud’ before a splash of blood covered its intricate leather bound surface.
Sometimes, and more towards the end of her interment with the KC&C, Azuka began to have moments of lucidity. She could ‘ see ’ herself in the War’s.
Knew what she was doing, but couldn’t stop herself.
The mental coercion and implants of Castello’s more detailed and intricate ‘ conditioning’s ’ were staring to have less and less of an impact as she slowly started to build an immunity and adapt. As she was made to do.
It wasn’t until she started having moment’s of ‘ CLARITY ’ where she knew herself to be semi-in control & didn’t / couldn’t stop herself - that she began to break those bonds and escaped the KC&C for the second, and FINAL TIME.
It’s those moments, her inability both and her unwillingness to act, when she could have sooner, that haunts her the most. That she was not stronger sooner.
Azuka loves swing and jazz music, though she can’t dance.
No rhythm, but she can sing and she LOVES Frank Sinatra.
When she’s alone at the Garage, Frank will be playing on the radio along with Ella Fitzgerald and Benny Goodman. It reminds her of her younger days, before the KC&C and the music is easier on her ears than today’s pop and rap music.
How Azuka’s foxfire protects her in a fight / battle, against blunt force trauma or projectiles. First, how the foxfire actually works in her defence, almost reflexively; yes she can control it, but its largely its own thing. A result of the mix of two forms of magic that are otherwise alien to each other, and incompatible. It lives on and in her skin, connected directly to her nervous system and in the result of a fight. I’m going to use S/uperman here in this example, for an extreme measure to appropriately articulate and give scope to the reflex and scale of its ability to protect her. While in her 1st Powerlock. Because it’s not an end all shied wall. Hear me out. So say Kal and Azuka are standing off, right? Purely for science. Obviously the Kryptonian is fully capable of turning my fox into a smoothie - not that its Kal’s MO.
So moving forward, if Kal delivers a kick - not a measured means of attack, just a KICK. A love-tap, if you will. Received by pretty much anyone, a love-tap from Kal can break bones, or land you in critical condition.
In this instance however, while it would land Azuka firmly into a wall, or a few hundred feet down the road, her foxfire would isolate the force. In the seconds it would take to land the hit, her foxfire is already moving to address the threat and coalesce beneath the point of contact. It would surge forth from her pores in dark fire, moving as a single action to act as a buffer between her and the contact.
This would of course, leave her injured, but without broken bones. For the most part.
Conversely, were Kal to deliver a finishing blow, calibrated a step or three above his love-tap, her foxfire would still attempt to lessen the blow but the probability of casualty is near guaranteed.
Now, were someone to shoot at her, and she isn’t actively using her foxfire, a bullet or two might land. Depends on how distracted she is, because while the foxfire moves fairly independent to her, they are connected through her nervous system. Her awareness only enhances the foxfire, it doesn’t hinge upon it. However, fully aware that someone is shooting at her, her foxfire can deflect the bullets.
But, maybe not in the way you might first think.
It’s not burning the metal with extreme heat, that wouldn’t stop the velocity and splats of metal and explosive debris could still penetrate. Instead, it uses directional force to change the direction of the bullets without attempting to deadstop them with matching or exceeding force and velocity.
There are four major equinox’s that deeply affect azuka, when they come around. And I’m sure everyone, somewhere along the line have heard the words “Beltane” or “Yule”.
Samhain may even be a familiar one. What you may not know, is that during these times the veil between our world and the “Supernatural” thins.
This can mean a great many of things, like a broken mirror, each piece can be assigned to a religion, creature, legend, lore or spirit. Its fairly fluid.
Ever noticed how on Halloween, ghosts and spirits and creepy dark nasties get more frequent? Or how spring seems to inspire magic and fantasy, new life? All of these ‘seasons’ and their respective category sub-listed elements, have a reoccurring themes that birthed superstitions, and beliefs that spanned the world in ripples of interpretations during an era when communication was next to remote.
But its important to remember, with azuka, that these aren’t just festivals, they also have a very deep and connected reason as to why they were even celebrated now, in the ways that they are. I like to think that even though these holidays were rewritten and slapped with makeup and stage names, they STILL fulfill their purpose, especially at the root... but before I digress, let me explain how and why this is relevant to my character:
First up is Imbolc, then Ostara and Beltane.
These hold a steadfast undercurrent with the rest, that never changes from the passing of one equinox to the next, save for Ostara. She was genetically spliced with an assortment of choice dna structures and animals components, stitched together with the Song of Making ( i.e. see my monstercanons ) but this does not exempt her from the pull, nor the instinctual drive of Ostara. Spring. Primal lust and new life. I’m super skimming this, if you want more or better details read up on the pagan wheel.
But anyway, tithes are paid to Ostara to keep the veil from falling into destitute and fragility; just like any other festival. The tithe here would be gifts; planted seeds, new life, creation of life, celebration of life and the care of it.
As Mabon approaches, the tithe to be paid would be Harvest. Offering of food or labored toils, abstinence as a sacrifice, or gluttonous indulgence. There are many, so many, ways to apply these to different things. But the root theme of them, remain the same. And during these times, the things about azuka that are fae, fae-touched or fae influenced will rise CLOSER to the surface, than any other time. the “nature” things about her, that are otherwise “animal” will also react, just not on such an intimate scale.
( I.E. MEANING ) : these attributes highlighted here, will be amplified and then subsequently applied to the following equinoxes appropriately and respectfully. think of it like supernatural PMS.
