Azmara Shura

Azmara was born in far off galaxy where creatures of fairytale roamed freely and humans were the myth. But above all the beings who occupied its four planets, the Dragon was revered most of all. They were given the ability to rule over the largest and most populated of the kingdoms and sometimes even entire planets. One family in particular, the Kaze family (Kaze means wind), was chosen by the Elder Dragon’s to govern the major planet of SOR. These were Azmara and her twin sister, Hellfire’s parents.

Our dragoness’s story truly begins however 3 days after she was born. The infant lay sleeping in the nursery, her sister slumbering next to her in complete innocence with not a care in the world that she lost the throne to her sibling by mere moments…yet. That very night a terrifying red dragon emerged from the shadows and wrapped its massive claws around Azmara, tearing straight through the baby’s underdeveloped scales and causing serious flesh wounds. Hellfire woke and cried out, alarming the children’s father who rushed to his daughters’ aid. Later Azmara was told that upon reaching her room, her father had a vision and knew that it was Hellfire from the future (often described as an alternate universe) using magic to go back in time and kill her sister so she could obtain the throne. But he spoiled her plot and did the only thing he could bare to do; he locked Hellfire into Azmara’s mind, a difficult magic technique that can only be performed on twins or rivals. That was when Hellfire disappeared from the nursery.

Azmara grew up with two personalities, her own and that of her sister. It was confusing to think one thing and be told another by a second voice within. Few knew of Hellfire’s miserable existence, trapped within the confines of another’s mind, their father simply told everyone she was killed by the intruding red dragon that night. So many found their princess insane when she was caught sitting alone and arguing at thin air about strange and sometimes childish things. Other children shunned her, leaving her completely by herself in an enormous palace with no one but her nanny elf to keep her company. Still, despite everything the child strived to become stronger rather than allow everyone’s criticism and hatred make her weak. She quickly learned to fight while also setting high goals in her studies believing being the best at everything she did would make her feel better.

When she turned 14 (the age of adulthood for a dragon in her world) she received her Morphing Stone; a tradition special to only her race. When a dragon of royalty reaches their matured age, they are taught their first spell, transformation, and are told that when the time was right they would take on a second form and whatever that race may be will remain a part of them forever with the help of their stone. This is what allowed the dragons to rule over kingdoms that were not necessarily populated by their own race. Each stone starts out colorless, flawless and round, and transforms magically into a unique shape and kind, by a touch from the receiving dragon. Everyone was shocked to see that Azmara’s first shaped into a round sapphire, then into a square ruby and finally stayed at a cone shaped amethyst (the rarest stone in the galaxy). Immediately she and her parents knew that this was because she was not one dragon but two, however those at her coronation were flabbergasted and she not only was given the gem but also a new title as “The Amethyst Prodigy”.

Things changed from there into her late teenage years, she earned respect as the strongest and smartest in her graduating class. Her people did not seem ashamed any more to call her their princess and the future ruler of SOR. Azmara wore the title as “The Amethyst Prodigy” with pride and so did her kingdom, it was the alias of a hero. Things were going great for the young dragoness, but as in every story when this happens…something terrible is not too far around the bend.

One very dark and stormy day, when lightning seemed to strike at every corner of the universe and thunder roared as loud as the Elder Dragons, Azmara was flying about, thinking. She and Hellfire had been arguing with each other more than normal, her sister was viciously angry. The madness was throwing Azmara into hundreds of fits where she would red out and later wake up in a destroyed forest. This was bugging her greatly, knowing that Hellfire had found a way to take control of her mind at moments of anger and was using this to run rampant on the planet. While she was making a loop around a distant mountain top, unaware of just how serious the weather had gotten since she left the palace, a sudden bolt of lightning struck and she was hit dead on. At that very moment, the magical seal the twin’s father had placed nearly 17 years ago was broken and Hellfire solidified into her own body. It was the terrible red dragon who tried to kill Azmara as an infant.

Immediately Hellfire tried to kill Azmara, claiming that she had to do it or she would be sealed away again. But the two were an even match as everything Hellfire knew was learned from watching Azmara. Scared of being tricked or dying, the crimson serpent took off without a word and disappeared for so long Azmara wondered if she would return or stay hidden in fear. She wasn’t so lucky. Almost exactly a year later rebel outbreaks were reported all over SOR, forcing the kingdom’s army to separate and calm down the riots in many different locations. Hellfire returned in there defenseless time with a small army and an arsenal of new abilities, ready to take her sister on again. This time however it wasn’t as much out of fear…as revenge and the title of Queen. An epic battle pursued this second coming but the evil red dragon’s strategy paid off, her soldiers easily crushed what men at arms were left at the palace and Hellfire played her check mate. She murdered her parents to take her revenge on her father for locking her away, and took the throne for herself.

Azmara was enraged and for the first time in a long time, terrified. She wanted to fight her sister and end the madness but an Elder Dragon came to her in a vision as he had to her father that night in the nursery and explained to her that because she and Hellfire had shared the same mind. Neither could be killed without killing the other. The best thing she could do was take her morphing stone…and run. And so she did, despite every fiber in her being telling her to stay and fight, she knew it was impossible for her to end it. The Elder Dragon cast a spell that put her in a deep slumber and cast her away into the atmosphere. Nearly 7000 years later she landed on Earth in the 21st Century and the impact woke her from the magic.

Azmara had no idea how long she had been asleep for, all she knew was she awoke in a desert extremely hungry and morphed into a form she had never seen before, human. Well somewhat, her amethyst was cracked upon landing and so her appearance was different from that of a normal mortal. The dragoness was about to learn what she thought was only fairy tales…her story was just beginning.

Current History
Upon entering this strange new world, Azmara found herself in a place called New York City. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, the cities in her galaxy were nothing like the large metal one she had stumbled into here. Missing home terribly, Azmara stayed in this town in an alley (she couldn't find anything that looked like an inn) and by the next day she ran into her first Super. A hero whose name she never had the chance to learn chased off a gang looking to mug her (she wasn't yet used to her new body or how it functioned) and vanished.

Weeks passed and no one from SOR came to get her so she decided that it was time to accept the reality of being on this place called Earth and that at least Hellfire was not there. She battled horrible nightmares and crippling shame over running from her fight with her twin, knowing that SOR would be lost forever with Hellfire's evil ruling. But then three years later, after she had finally gotten used to living like a mortal on that planet, the worst of these nightmares came true. Hellfire returned with a vengeance, seeking her out to destroy her and it appeared she had the way back home as well.

Luckily Hellfire was unable to control her body well enough the first fight and she barely escaped with the spell that would return the two to SOR, it was then that she discovered that she could not kill Azmara or she too would die; so off and on for the next 3 years Hellfire tormented Azmara as much as she could, forcing her to never be able to stay in one spot for long for fear of bringing horrible misfortune to those who drew near to her. Eventually Azmara simply withdrew herself from friendships of any kind after watching someone she held very dear to her be murdered by the sickening fire of her wrathful sister. She still runs today, wandering from place to place, searching for a way to break what bond is left so that Hellfire can be ended once and for all. If ever a hero needs her help, she never forgets the one who saved her life in the alley that morning and in dedication to him she fights for good when asked.