[b]Name:[/b]Arey Daemonica

[b]Age/Race/Gender:[/b] 26/Human(dormant Daemon)/Female

[b]Physical Appearance:[/b]Arey stands at 5 foot 10 inches in height, lean and rather thin in build. She posses fiery auburn hair, long and thin, that falls in layers down to the small of her back, roughly chopped bangs cover her face. From beneath her bangs, her crimson eyes radiate, a trait she picked up from her father. Her skin is pale by general standards but holds a slightly orange twinge to it. She is slightly daunting in appearance and due to the flaming hues carried throughout her body she always seems to look slightly angered, even when in repose.

[b]Armor/Clothing:[/b] She wears basic leather to cover her body, in classic Daemon form, less is more but fails to cover where her heart lays. To her it doesn't matter. Leather boots trail up her legs to end just above her knees. Her body is sporadically dotted in armor pieces to cover the most basic of locations. She refuses to be hindered by a full set, relying on speed over strength. A reinforced hilt sheath is strapped to her back though it is rarely used unless she is running or climbing.

[b]Weapons:[/b]On her person she carries a single sword, that from hilt to tip is as tall as she is. The blade is made from a blood steel specially created by her grandmother before she left home, the only piece of her heritage she possesses.

[b]Other Items:[/b]She travels with a small pack that contains the basics, some rope, a utilitarian dagger, some bandages and first aide herbs, some dried meats, a flask of water, a few coins to pay her way and a simple cloth she uses to clean up with.

[b]Skills:[/b]Arey is able to heal at a greater rate than most humans due to her dormant side bit nothing that makes it seem like she is anything more than just a tough woman. Her dormant side has many abilities it is known for - No aging, natural armor, alter form, healing via life force drain, teleportation, and summoning. But she has no access to these abilities currently and is glad of it.

[b]Abilities:[/b]Arey is a skilled fighter. Don't let her small build fool you, though she tends to drag her blade on the ground as she walks she is more than capable of wielding with precision. A skilled acrobat, she is able to move quickly and strike with deadly force if need be though she prefers to use more diplomatic tactics. Though she carries an outward cruel and short fused demeanor, she is truly as kind in heart as her parents were known to be. Though when pushed she has all the fire and vulgarity her family was famous for. 

[b]History:[/b]Arey was born far away in the lands of The Twisted Dimensions, a princess and sole heir to the throne. Born to Afina and Krey, the last Queen and King to rule the lands. Her childhood was plagued with unrest and questions. A damaged mother and an absent father. Several times she had tried to save one and find the other, only to return with more problems than she left with. She had been far too young to try such quests and finally made her way back to homelands with her tail tucked between her legs. Her grandmother, Serafina, tried her nest to raise her but she had never been the maternal type, leaving her own daughter Afina with her aunt for most of her life to raise. Being that once Arey hit puberty, their tempers clashed and Arey ended up on her backside more than she will ever admit to.

 Tired of life on the TD's, she contacted one of the elders of the realm and begged for a favor. To be made human. The elder was confused by such a request, because even if she returned to Lore, having the skills and abilities of a Daemon could prove to be invaluable. Carey explained that her father has begun life as a human and it had done him no harm. She wanted to live in lush green lands, see a sky that wasn't death, she wanted to live a life that was her own. She couldn't do that, no matter where she went, as the daughter of Daemons. She needed a fresh start. The elder refused to change who Arey was but agreed to lock her Daemon side away, inaccessible to her, for now. Arey concluded that was better than nothing and agreed.

She came back to Lore and since has been freely roaming the lands. When she began she thought she would try her failed quests again but quickly pushed that out of her mind. She decided to let fate decide and just live. She has been doing that the last several years and she has, for the most part, enjoyed her travels. Though now, thongs are changing. The lush greenery was wonderful to a time, but no matter how dormant one side of her may be she cannot fight off the desire for a darker setting forever. She needs more and she believes she knows exactly where to find it, because locking up a monster only creates a more dangerous beast.

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