This character has nothing to do with my Human Avatar.

Character's Full Name: Azelie Capucine-Louise Leroux (Le Roux in southeastern France, but as a woman from Paris, grew to spell as Leroux)

Gender: Female

Age: In her mid-twenties. Never fully revealing an age, but still young.

Race: Unknown (commonly referred to as Fae, but dismisses that accusation each time. She looks human with a supernatural aura about her.)

Positive Traits: -Adaptable. -Beautiful. -Charming. -Extremely intelligent. -More to be developed..

Negative Traits: -Schizophrenic (very moderate most of the time, very severe other times). -Obsessive. -Impulsive. -Unimaginative.

Physical Description (through the eyes of a drunken man): It was actually painful watching the other inhabitants of the bar. They were either too drunk to function, too expressive, or too ridiculous to acknowledge. I was well into my fifth mug of mead before the familiar chime of the front door rang through my ears and I instinctively looked. It felt like slow-motion as she entered the dark, dank cavern, and it seemed that her beauty emitted such a bright light. She looked absurd and stunning at the same time; gracefully putting one long, ivory leg in front of the other as she walked. The men in the bar quieted down and watched as she made her way to the bar and sat upon one of the grimy stools. I almost felt that it was a shame to sit something so gorgeous upon a filthy spot as that. She was a few seats away, but I think she knew I was staring. I think she knew everyone was staring.

Her outfit was one that you would expect to see on a mistress of the night, and I am sure the ever-growing attraction for her had something to do with that attire. She wore a long black sheen overcoat, thin as stockings. It was only thrown over a black corset with ruffles where her perfectly sized bosom rested, curving down to a pair of black, combat-looking shorts (I could see the handle of a knife in one of the pockets), and finally, those legs! Her legs were long, beautiful, shining beams of white. They looked smooth and flawless, as did most of her skin. It had an almost rainbow hue to it in a way, barely, but there. The best way I could describe her skin was pearlescent; pure and pale but you could see the pearlescence of it; the rainbow sheen. Her hair was long and a pale red colour, cascading like a wavy stream down her back and just past her brilliant, round--

"Excuse me," she spoke. Her voice was quiet, a bit timid, but velvety and seductive with a delightful French accent. She was getting the attention of the bartender, who eagerly came to her call. She glanced once in my direction with gorgeous eyes, I don't even know what colour they could have been, but they were light and piercing, and I thought I'd faint at the sight of her. Her lips were glowing a soft red like an irresistible fruit, her teeth were as white as the whitest pearls, her face was perfect. She was perfect. I was entranced.

I think she was uncomfortable with the way I gawked at her because her eyes would shift towards me often, emitting an almost threatening aura around her. I felt compelled to reach out and touch the sweet pale red of her hair, so long and wavy, and her long dark lashes fluttering over those eyes, so seductive. I downed my sixth mead and stood from my stool, ready to approach her.

She noticed me and her eyes grew wide in despair. It seemed like a second had passed and she was no longer sat at the stool in front of me. I turned just in time to see the long overcoat slip through the exit and the familiar chime ring through the bar once again.

Further enhancements will be made! Her biography will be coming in the near future.