Azalea's Test
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Data File: 001 Azalea Usignolo
Title: The Nightingale Blade
Elf, Female, 27.
Birthday- 1.6.1991
Marks: Green eyes, Right ring finger missing, Plasma logo on left hand, scars across her chest and sides
Assassin of the Creed- Enemy of the Royals of Suramar and Dark BrotherHood
Relationships: Siblings are Nicole and Jacqueline, Cousin is Azura, Crush is Searlas.
History
Ancestors:The Nightingales of the Creed are in her bloodlines. She is believed to be the last pure blood Nightingale.
Lab Work: Ancestors assassinated many Dark brotherhood leaders. The results of the Anemias and her have been remarkable. She was one of the hardest to brainwash, yet all that hard work is paying off. Her left hand has a strange symbol we can not trace to any assassins in her bloodline. We still are trying to find its significance. So far she is the best of the five subjects. Two already have died. But we got all we needed out of the two. We have begun the next phase. Testing and training. We need them to kill the queen eventually and with her ties to the dark brotherhood it will be quick with Azalea. We worry her sisters and cousin and maybe her husband will try to find us, so security has been tripled. We must protect this one at all costs. 80 tests are necessary for each one to complete separately. We have completed them and now to throw in a test subject. We will use their memories we hold as rewards and motivation.
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