Azazel is a dainty little mare, though don’t let her size fool you. She stands at 15.3 hh, what she lacks in stature she makes up for in attitude. The mare is predominantly a pale rose cream in color, with darker marks along her legs and over her face. She has a long leonine tail, which is spotted with the same darker rosy brown as her legs and face. Those same spots freckle across her flanks, neck, and even up along the delicate expanse of her wings. Her wings are relatively small compared to most Pegasus; however, they do still serve to hold her aloft, albeit she does have to work harder to do so. Her hooves are a metallic silver in color, as is the horn which curves out from the center of her forehead.

Her eyes are by far the most striking feature she has, being a bright cerulean in color, contrasting sharply against the dark brown of her face. The hair on her mane and tail are a light cream color, with her mane almost always kept tidy in loosely gathered lengths. Her hair is held back by several bands of silvery color, and between them hangs a sickle moon, a star, and two feathers. They are incredibly important to her, and if she were to be without them, she may well have a panic attack.

Aza is a feisty little mare. She’s tiny but mighty, when it comes to facing her fears and standing up for herself. She had no other choice but to learn to, if nothing else, stand up for herself. That didn’t mean she was good at it. When push came to shove, though, she is capable of trying to fend off anyone coming after her. Worst case, she flies away or runs. She’s had a lot of practice running.

While Azazel can be feisty and sassy, surprisingly she’s actually quite shy-when around others of her own kind. Due to losing the only equine family she ever knew at such a young age, she doesn’t know how to act around other equines, and therefore is quite shy around them, at least until she gets to know them and can slowly come out of her shell. Much like the mountain lions who took her in and, arguably, shaped her into the mare she is today, she is fiercely protective of those she cares about. If you are so fortunate as to earn her trust, she will stick by you no matter what.

To say Azazel had a rather traumatic upbringing would be an understatement. When she was barely beginning to wean from her mother’s milk, she witnessed her mother be brutally murdered by her own father. After which case she ran to escape him, only managing to do so by sheer desperation, luck, and the presence of a rather hungry pair of mountain lions which made a meal of the stallion. He had been weakened in fighting against Aza’s mother, who, even weak from nursing Aza whilst not having much of anything to eat, had still put up a fight, desperate to protect her baby.

After that ordeal, life got better for Azazel, after all, there was nowhere to go but up, right? Wrong. As she was so very young and unable to really fend for herself, she managed to eke out an existence feeding on whatever she could find, and ultimately, she ended up getting deathly ill. She doesn’t know how long she laid there, weak and barely breathing, when she was found by the most unlikely of heroes. The same pair of mountain lions which had saved her (however unintentionally) before, stumbled across her limp form.

Rather than take advantage of the easy meal before them, they actually took her back to their den, and nursed her back to health. The female had just had a little cub of her own, and was able to spare some milk to help get the little foal healthy enough to eat solid food again. Once she was able to stomach solids, somehow the mountain lions knew what kinds of food she could eat, and, astoundingly, did what they could to bring some back for her at first, and when she was strong enough to move around, she accompanied them on their hunts, taking the opportunity to feed herself.

There was one lasting effect of her illness that no amount of nursing back to health could fix. Her fever had grown so high, to the point where she lost her hearing. It was a miracle that she didn’t lose her sight as well. Through no small miracle, however, the mountain lions were adept at using all of their senses, and thus taught Azazel to survive on her own. For they were generally nomadic creatures, and had stayed in one place for too long whilst nursing her back to health.

Assured she would be better suited to survive on her own, they parted, albeit reluctantly. Aza has been on her own ever since, though she has never forgotten the kindness shown to her by the most unlikely of surrogate families.

Remiel has been with Azazel for a short while, but already he is an integral part of her life and who she is. Ever since she managed to win him over with what he's claimed since was the most mediocre hare he's ever had (but secretly thinks it's the best he's ever had), he's never strayed far from her side. He's a massive mountain lion, for his kind, standing about three feet tall at the shoulder, and measuring in at over nine feet long, including his tail. In many ways he's Azazel's opposite.

He says what he thinks, and can be rather aggressive/caustic in his words. He can be understood by others, primarily out of Azazel's desire to be able to communicate more easily with others aside from herself and Remiel. However oftentimes he will add his own input when speaking for Azazel, or, if he deems something someone said as not worthy of Azazel's attention or if it is hurtful, he will deliberately not tell her. He's always happy to resort to violence, much to Aza's chagrin. He makes sure everyone knows that if they mess with Aza, they mess with him, and he happens to thoroughly enjoy the taste of equine.