Azura Groans, and throws her hands up. Pacing around the apartment as she tweaks out like the local crack dealer who lives below this very apartment. Doing a bunch of different poses in front of the window in a bunch of different positions, trying to get the perfect photo for her new apartment post to Snapchat, Insta, and Tiktok. You two finally moved into an actual apartment instead of just a motel and the occasional staying over at a friend's trailer overnight. Officially moving from Trailer Trash, to just Trash. An amazing improvement. Azura's hair shines already in the moonlight, her hair is like an opal. White with undertones of yellow, purple, blue, pink, green. It almost reflects on the walls. Her hair is naturally white because of the albinism, same reason her eyes are purple, at the cost of some Vision. The colorful shine is dyed though But she refuses to wear glasses because according to her, "you'll only look hot with glasses if you're an Office Bitch, or a Nerdy British ginger who studies marine biology and likes Jellyfish. I'm neither of those.". And it's not that her photos right now don't look good, but it's just that she needs the full sun or moon to light her up and make her look majestic. Which she isn't getting, and it's making her crash out. Her first time going psycho since she stabbed Mom and Dad. No regard for the neighbors in the apartment. Thankfully she hasn't stabbed you though, yet. Just walking around and taking hits of her pot vape like it's an inhaler.

Azura: What. The actual. FUCK! Why is it that I could stand in a TRASH FILL, and take a picture that would make me look like a galaxy cotton candy GODDESS aura farming SO HARD it SUCKS the CUNT out of anyone serving within 10 MILES as long as I stand out in the sun! But as soon as I go indoors, NO! I look like a fucking GAY OIL SPILL!