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Scheer Valore; Innocent Demon
Topic Started: Dec 12 2016, 01:42 PM (83 Views)
Darshe
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(Still a WIP despite the apparent length of her history)
Name:Scheer Valore
Race: Demon(I will be more specific when existing demon types don't suck or I'm allowed to make my own.)
Gender:Female
Age:Who gives a damn.

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Appearance
Scheer is a very non-threatening looking girl, she's tiny even, a mere 5'5", with moderate length blueblack hair often tied back with a red ribbon. She has ashen grey skin and red eyes. Her nails are violet.

Clothing and Attire
Scheer most commonly wears a backless onepiece dress that little more than barely covers enough to be called decent. She is fond of wearing bows and ribbons in her hair for reasons even she can't explain, and elbow length bridal style gloves that "Make her feel fancy". Scheer also wears thigh high boots. Often her attire is all one color usually a dark purple or blue.

It should also be noted Scheer uses an axe as her main weapon though it isn't usually directly on her person unless she's expecting a fight.

Her weapon is actually taller than she is, at about 6" it has an axe blade and a hammerspike with another spike at the base of the shaft.
Personality

Scheer is seemingly innocent at times, even behaving childlike on occassion, but underneath that is a lot of fury and genuine desire to do harm to others. However she limits herself to punishing so she doesn't end up consumed by her fury. Scheer is a demon of wrath, and needs direction and guidance to focus that wrath where it belongs. She often blends into groups becoming their judge jury and executioner until she feels the need to move on or finds the group itself corrupt.

In her travels Scheer has found precious few desires of her own, she enjoys the quiet moments, but they are too few and far between. Scheer can be surprisingly caring about others but is also quite selfish.

History

The Pit
She was born in the pit, or rather 'they' were born in the pit. 'Birth' for a demon is a complicated thing, some are born from seemingly nothing spawned by the will of some force or by some sinful act so significant it creates a malevolent entity. Others are born more 'naturally' through procreation however demons do not normally raise their kin and so for Scheer she had always been alone.....or so she thought.

From her earliest memories Scheer had always had a weapon, at first it had been a simple pick, little more than a spike on a strange shaft, but it had been enough. Demons fought all the time over any and everything. When you live in a realm where death is simply the dissipation of one's essence until it reforms into a new body conflict is constant. The only true death was have one's essence stolen or devoured by others. This is what Scheer was born into, and conflict was all she knew from day one she was violence incarnate. Slaying other young demons and consuming their essence to gain power as all young demons did to earn their place, battles over territory, position, respect, whatever. They needed little reason to fight each other.

She never noticed as her 'pick' grew right along with her, soon it was a small axe. Then it was as large as her, and became more defined seemingly adapting to her needs as she fought more and more. All the while Scheer never noticed the thoughts that occured to her suddenly, sometimes warning her of danger, weren't her own. The weapon was speaking to her. It had been for some time as it grew absorbing the essence of demons along with Scheer. It had always been there, always right with her. She had never had any reason to mistrust it.

So it came as a surprised when as she sat resting suddenly something was speaking to her but she could not find the voice. "Do you ever wonder what the strange tears demons sometimes fight over are?" Alarmed Scheer rose to her feet quickly weapon in hand. "Where are you?" she demanded. "In your hands." The voice responded and she looked down at the axe. "Yep. that's me. Always has been." She dropped it abruptly. "Ow! That hurt...well not really but still!"

"What are you?" She paced around the weapon eyeing it warily, was it some sort of shape shifter? Had it replaced her weapon while she rested?

"I am your weapon. I always have been. Think back to our early days. We were tiny, both of us, and as you grew so did I. I do not remember how I came to be with you anymore than you remember being born but I do remember the compulsion to protect you. As if....commanded. I bonded to you and we are now linked. I am for better or worse part of you."

"Why speak plainly now?" She stopped circling and sat back down growing more comfortable with the idea her weapon had been alive all the time. She recalled now it's shape had been different she wondered why it had never seemed strange to her before that it had broken and yet repaired itself, or grown as living things do.

"Because...it's time we talked. We are growing but it's become clear we are not like other demons.You are not a beast, nor winged, and though you possess a form similar to the young succubi you are not like them either. I wonder if there are others like us?"

The question sparked a curiosity. Where had she come from? Why was she different. Until now simply living had been enough, surviving day to day like the lowborn demons of the realm, avoiding anything that seemed dangerous or powerful, but she was different. Perhaps it was time to start seeking answers.

The Mistress
After having travled for a while Scheer learned a great deal. Like what clothing was, that there were different types of demons, weapons,and magic. But most importantly that there were worlds beyond the one she was in. She began searching for a way to get to one of these other worlds, but found it was exceedingly difficult, either you took your chances on one of the summoning portals, found a demon with the magic to travel between worlds to teach you, or be summoned directly. She opted for the second choice, find a 'teacher'. What she didn't realize was that payment was generally in the form of servitude.Inexperienced as she was it was easy for a cunning older demon to take advantage of her and contract her into servitude, running errands into other worlds. Usually collecting 'debt' from those who made deals with her master and tried to break the deal after getting what they wanted. Scheer became a implement of punishment. Hunting down those who failed to keep their word. Those who lied, cheated and stole. She saw the ugly side of people and felt little remorse in slaying them. Primarily these were demons who had made deals with her mistress much like Scheer herself but had at some point run off or broken their vows or failed to make payment. Still as time went on she realized she would never be free. She would never be able to roam worlds on her own. Her 'owner' Mistress Astariel had tricked her into essentially eternal servitude. Sure Scheer got to travel to other worlds like she asked but only when Astariel said so and only for the purpose of collection. Astariel could forcibly summon her back at any time. Once Scheer began to think Astariel had dealt with her unfairly, she was set on a course that led to only one of two resolutions: Freedom, or Death.



Emergence
The portal ripped open inky and black yet shiny, reflecting the light of the candles in the room. A indistinct bulge was there was to be seen at first gradually stretching out like a bubble waiting to burst. Then features began to form,a face with mouth agape as if screaming, then another sharp bulge, an arm reaching out clawing for freedom. The figure was stuck clawing aimlessly for serveral seconds before all at once the ink tore like fabric and the figures screaming could be heard. The ink receeded revealing hands clinging trying to pull whatever was coming out back into the abyss it had come from. Yet as more of it was revealed and struggled and clawed for freedom gradually emerging from the portal the inky blackness taking the disembodied hands with it in an audible 'schlick' as the portal closed.

What was left was a ichor covered figure on it's hands and knees retching more ichor onto the ground. "...it worked." The voice was barely above a whisper from across the room but the prone figure's head whipped up, glaring with fiery eyes, at the source. Teeth bared but unable to find the strength to spring just yet it remained in place. "D---Do you understand me?" the speaker timidly stepped forward, he was average in almost every way. Aside from his feminine build and soft features nothing about him registered as a threat to the summoned being.

"Please...if you understand nod." He tried again, the figure nodded slowly. Still breathing in deep breaths trying to find it's strength, it began to look around scanning the room taking stock of it's situation all but ignoring it's summoner. "Good good....I summoned you from.....well i'm not sure where you came from but it looked horrible. I...I want to contract you to be my pact creature. In exchange for your service I will ensure you can remain on this plane, and be cared for."

All 'it' heard was servitude. "No....No.....Never....Never again." The voice was soft, female, almost childlike. She looked down at the ground where the pool of ichor was sizzling, evaporating to nothing, seemingly unable to exist here. The summoning circle used to call her from another plane was marked there but there was something missing, the fool had not added a devils trap. Either he was overconfident or plain ignorant.

"Well...that is unfortunate...I guess I'll have to send you ba---ack" She rushed forward with strength forced into her by desperation. "I am not going back." Her hands were around his throat. Without warning a burst of magic she never saw hit her in the gut and hurled her back across the room. "Now that was uncalled for.You're definitely going back..."

"I'M NOT GOING BACK" She screamed running at him again axe forming her hands as if willed into existence and the summoners eyes went wide her swing cleaved him before he could put up any sort of defense. Huffing, and puffing Scheer stood over his body until it sunk in she was free. She laughed. She was free. She could claim this....whatever it was as her own his books and accumulated magic knowledge were hers.

Not to rain on your crazy parade, but what exactly are you going to do now?'

Scheer stopped looked toward her weapon. "I....Don't know. But I'm....We're free."

Freedom

New home, newfound freedom, and after a few nervous days of expecting someone to come looking. Scheer realized no one was going to come looking for the man she'd killed. Obviously he didn't tell anyone where he was going to do a demon summoning. She still had no idea where she was, but wherever it was no one was bothering her. She took to reading the summoners books on magic she'd never had actual training in a spellcraft, demons just sorta did things by feel. It was strange to her how humans tried to break everything down into formulas and precise measurements.

She practiced and experimented finding summoning magic not unlike the arts many demons used and naturally mastered a few skills in very short time it was about then she became aware that whoever had owned these books(as she still didn't know or care what his name had been) was at best a journeyman level summoner, he certainly had no business trying to summon a demon. The books were either novice level magic or advanced magic she didn't understand...yet. She was confident she would soon enough. However to do that she needed practical experience and to venture out beyond her little sanctuary. She needed to learn about the mortals of this world, and decide what her place in it would be.

Edited by Darshe, Dec 22 2016, 08:04 PM.
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