Ataxia's Characters

Name: Hence-Ferula
Age: 400 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Hence-Ferula is a fairly young looking demon, no 'older' than about fourteen to fifteen years old. Her long brown hair is usually held by a crimson colored ribbon, accenting her pointed ears. Eyes are a cat's moon yellow, getting completely black when pupils dilate. Her body lacks any kind of muscle, and is shaped fairly like any human teenager, except for her claws, which she can hide with free will. Her clothing tends to be the same tribal like style, only changing in color through each day, she never wears the same clothing everyday, unless away from her home. Her fangs are never hidden by her small and thin lips, though they have no use other than protection, she likes them. Her wings are the mos obvious and stunning part of her, black in color, their appearance is a mixture between bat and dragon.
Skills: Poof Be Gone/Flight/Defy Gravity/Dark Magick/Mind Walker/True Sight
Personality: Hence is a very shy being, usually keeping to herself, though tends to get in a lot of trouble due to her extreme curiosity. Her mind is extremely vulnerable to lies and promises, which gets her in deeper trouble. A normal mischief teenager.
History: Not much is known about Hence-Ferula, other than she abandoned the tribe in which she resided because of their 'racists' ways. She really never cared which species the others were, only judging people by their personalities and believes.

(More to be worked on)

Name: Katrina
Age: Forgotten, is extremely old.
Species: Demon
Skills: Flight/Gun Handling/Air Magick/Telekinesis/Interpreter/Sweet Talker
Appearance:Art was requested by me, (c) to me and the artist.


History: Like in many tribes, there were always believes, legends and traditions. And in Kat's was the sacrifice of the beast. One child would be born imperfect, one child would be born a monster, and that child would be given to the gods once it grew to be strong. Of course, this was long before the human had no fur, or the animals walked on fours. Ancient civilizations, ancient minds that the wind took from the Earth. Katrina was not this child whom was sacrificed, she was no one special or of stature in her tribe. She had no 'second form' to dance with the gods, she had no overwhelming strength, but her actions one cursed day were blasphemy, and the beast whom was to be sacrificed, her lover. And if I had breath to tell more, if I could linger with detail in this limited time, I'd tell you of the wonder that was her rage. Of the strength no one saw she had as she fought with claw and fang against steal. As she caused the rivers to be tainted red with the blood of her own, and as she slowly cursed her soul to damnation. The gods which abandoned this Earth long ago saw her actions, and took pity with her soul. They cursed her to be ill with the slowing decay of her lover's flesh. She never left the area, she grew insane, and slowly, little by little they fled to rot, and her breaths came harder, filled with pain as her bones marked her very being, the gods had cursed her, and she died. But like many souls, she fled when she felt the cold fingers of Death around her, her lips trembled as her decaying soul wondered through the plains, somehow, she was escaping. Raged by this Death took it upon itself to find her, and not end her life so quickly, she didn't deserve it, no, she was damned to see the world die, to survive, unless another took her life, `til the end of the worlds. Until the gods returned from the far heavens back to this Earth. And so it came, the last of her breed, unable to reproduce, tormented by eternity with the faces of her victims.