Name: Deadex Séyarn(means Goddess of Death, or darkness, in Latin)

Sex: Female.

Relationship status: Single. Not really looking for someone, knowing her heart will be broken.

Species: Demon

Age: 15.

Abilities: Same as weapons.

Appearance: Large, dark eyes that seem to glaze off. Extremely pale skin that glints silver in the moonlight. Around her wrists, ankles, and neck, are silver clasps. Embroidered into them are black dragon  tattoos. On the bind around her neck, black jewels hang off. They represent different stages of the moon. All have silver indents in them. Made of the toughest stone-black diamond. Her fingernails point naturally to black tips, giving her a strange demonic appearance. A silver dragon ring sits snuggly on her left ring finger. She has a forked tongue. Like the rest of her body, it is also white. That is due to a strange albino mixing in her past. Her hair is the strange exotic part of her. It is black, with thick locks that cascade down to her upper back. They frame her pale face. On her left cheek, her skin seems to break. Like a cracked porcelain doll, her skin is scarred in black. Instead of having blue or red veins/arteries, the color shown is a dull black through her skin. She wears knee-ripped jeans that are tight around her thighs, but flare past her knees. Black beads hang from her side belt-loops. She has pointed ears and a rather thin face, with black arched brows. Hanging from a loose belt loop, a silver chain hangs. Looped with pure titanium between the hinges, several Gothic crosses hang. All black and silver. Her torso garment consists of a long, black, sleeved shirt. It cuts off around her shoulders, making the sleeves come off in striped patches just past her mid lower arm. Deadex has fingerless gloves with pictures of sculls on them. Her shirt is slimfitting, accenting her delicately curved body. Beneath her dark, ripped jeans are low boots, meant to be durable in all types of terrain. They are laced full around. Basically simple. Often a strangled look passes over her face. Her teeth…strangely, are black and pointed into deadly tips. Slung across her back is a FrostMourne blade.

Attitude: Almost always placid and calm. Does not talk often. She ignores most people around her, not much caring. She fights when needed, and only does things for survival. She usually acts out of demon instinct. She usually starts to daze off and run into her own little world. Sadly, she often gets spasms of great pain that lurch through her body, making her act out of her own accord.  Her casual habits are taking the chain hanging loosely from her waist and twiddling it in between her fingers, letting the calming clinking soothe her.

Weapons: Black magick. Black Magick powers: can bind people’s lungs, but only for a short time. Can also create black flames. This deadly fire is not actually hot, but rather with the ‘detonate’ qualities. It can also make her disappear, but again, for a limited amount of time. She also carries her FrostMourne blade: http://www.weaponmasters.com/shopping/popup_image.php?type=D&id=17293&title=FROSTMOURNE&area=C  which can take in the flames and use it in battle. She can make her claws grow out into small dagger-sizes.

Biography: Her parents were amidst the seas of forbidden love. Her father- an angel… And mother, a spawn of Satin. They met on Earth, the cross between Heaven and Hell. They had met at the dawn of a full moon, both sent out to tend to the new world. Her father was albino, a strange gene mixed in with the angel quality. Her mother was a demon, black at heart. But this was broken as she met her love-Deadex’s father. Often, they ran from their masters to meet secretly. Quickly, their love flourished. They disappeared for the majority of the years- together, on Earth. Both hid in fear of their employers. All of the humans mocked their affair. But the dear couple stood proud, unashamed of their undying love for one another. To prove their point, they had a child. This was Deadex. They loved their child dearly. But they knew she would never be able to have a normal life. Sadly, soon after, Satin found the angel man. God then found the demon, also. They were kept in chambers…away from each other. Deadex was hidden beneath her father’s robes, hidden from sight. He cared for her until the age of 2, keeping her well secret away from the guards. He fed and nourished her. He gave her one of his only special possessions: a silver and titanium chain with crosses on it. Soon, his execution day, (for accusations of kidnapping the demon mother, who was actually captured by God.) would come. He frantically put her in a between-worlds messenger’s bag. That man would soon be heading up to Heaven, to the chamber cells. In mockery of God’s son, or himself, Satin hung the father angel on a cross. The demon mother had fared no better state being kept in captivity. Not knowing about the child in his basket until he was aloft in Heaven, he did not know what to do. Walking through the prison cells, knowing he would be accounted criminal for ‘kidnapping’ the child, he came upon the demon woman’s cell. She knew immediately that it was her baby. She ran to the bars, crying out with all her might, “Give me the child! That is my baby! Please, I beg of you!” The poor messenger, knowing he had no better choice, gave the woman a deal, “Tell them not I delivered this child to you, and you shall have her.” The demon mother hastily agreed, taking her child in arms….but only through the bars. Choking with sadness, she cried out. The messenger had been frantic, not knowing what to do. Looking around quickly, he could not find out a way to help the poor mother. Deadex, confused as such an infant could only sleep and await her fate. Sighing with defeat, he decided he had no other choice. He was also a stupid messenger. He took his keys, given to him as a gift from God himself, and opened the door. These keys were molded to fit any lock; big or small. With wild eyes, the demon mother shoved the door open, causing a great clattering. She grabbed her 2 and a half year old baby close to her. This clattering had caused the other prisoners to wake and shout out in dismay at her being let out. With her dark wings, she knocked the shocked man over and disappeared, a black magick trait. She flew past the guards, who were trying to scramble over to the hectic scene. Like a madman, she flew through all the doors and passageways. Finally, she got out. Just to end up back on Earth again. She knew her end would come soon though…. Both Heaven and Earth were out for her now. No doubt they had scouts closing in on her. Regretfully, she set her child on a doorstep of a human’s house. She set out again…to meet her death…Which she of course took gratefully. She knew she would meet her true love there.
Deadex grew up a normal child…One brother and a mother. She was treated like a human with that family. They had happily taken her in. In school, it was a problem. No one would be her friend. The regular outcast. Her scar on her cheek had appeared one day when her step-mother had kept her outside for too long. Everyone had been fascinated by her sharp teeth and strange skin. She lived like a normal outcast until she was 15, when she ran away from home. Not reason of neglect, but of not belonging. And knowing her true race was out there somewhere. She achieved her magick abilities through travels in the forests. She was not actually of  the Earth. There are many worlds IN Earth. Most believed fantasy: the world of dragons and demons. All you had to do was believe. She believed with all of her heart, which made her eligible to join those exotic fantasy worlds.  She traveled in these planes,  aquiring knowledge as she went. One freezing winter night, she was out again, gathering firewood for a pitiful little fire she meant to build. Shivering under blankets of snow, was some figure. She unburied it, to reveal a fallen angel. Around 17 years old. In human years. He was shivering cold,  face blue. In his clenched hands was the beautiful blade…the FrostMourne. Immediately, she fell in love with the fine weapon. She tried to help the sad boy up, but he would not budge. After a few minutes of only twitching movements, he stopped. She knew he was dead. Unclenching his fingers, which were not exactly easy, she took the blade. Deadex cherished it like her best friend. With this, she made many victories in battles.

Likes: The moon and stars. Darkness. Her blade, which she loves more than anything. Silence, placid people. People who leave her alone. People who do not make fun of her. Anything that understands her.  Sitting quietly in the hollow of a treee, or on the rocks near the edge of a lake or ocean. Smooth, warm breezes. Nature, Wicca.

Dislikes/weaknesses: Noisy people. The sun, which can blind her. People that annoy her. Anything that criticizes her sword or magick. Anything that doubts her heritedge. Water, ocean, etc. Anything girly.( Things that physically hurt her/weaknesses: Too much light, Too much noise, Small spaces, and Sea/salt water)