Name: Dirka

Titles: The Banished Warrior of Hell, Hell's Hippy, Di.

Age: 1,966

Gender: Female

Emotion: Honorable Pride

Classification: Demon Knight

Appearance:

Personality: Dirka is sad and lonely in her mind. Although the other demons are there, they act like children in her eyes. She keeps them in line for their own sake, for she knows what awaits them in hell. She is highly intelligent and learned many lessons, but prides herself on being young, although she is considered middle aged. She has a quick temper, and the strength to make it dangerous for human and demon alike. She has very human morals, and prefers to not harm a human's sanity or soul. Her favorite things are the cold winter and fall months, because even though bound to the house, she can still be in the yard and garden. And when no one is paying any mind, she puts on a sun hat and gloves, reveals herself and gardens during the three seasons plant's survive. Although demons don't need substance to survive, she drinks a lot of sweet tea. In order to be inconspicuous, she grows the tea herself.

Sexuality: heterosexual

Biography: Dirka has had a hard existence. She was born to demons instead of being created like most demons. This is rather taboo in hell, for a demon to be born, and Dirka, like any other born demon, was tormented by other demons. She did make a name for herself still, making deals, stealing souls, causing hell, but she felt empty. Although parent demons don't raise their offspring, Dirka kept in contact with them as friends. They noticed her inner turmoil and asked. "Why do demons act this way? Is there any reasin other than nature?" They looked confused. Her mother, a succubus, spoke first. "If that's your problem, then here's an easy answer; we are the tormentors of sinners. They commit the act, we feed off it, and we punish them for it. Simple, right? Don't worry your horns over it, most of us question ourselves from time to time." She made it seem simple to Dirka, but it still didn't make her feel better. Her father, a Pride Demon, hesitated before answering. "Well, it's not exactly that simple, cause we're just as guilty of sinning as humans." Her mother gave him a dirty look. "Well it's true. I'm overly prideful, your overly lustful. Lucifer's mane, I'm prideful of my sins. And if you're not Dirka, then here's m advice for you; Leave hell. Humans are the split. I've always seen you as a benign demon anyhow, not evil like your essence donors. And this may be the only act of considered parenting I'll commit, I'm here for ya' and I support whatever decision you make." Dirka bear hugged him. Her mother rolled her eyes. "Fine, if you're leaving I might as well give you advice as well." (Don't ask what advice she gave Dirka, you can figure it out.) Dirka then did everything she could to get on Earth. Within 3 years she did it. But, when she did, an arch-fiend was there to grab her. This fiend was her employer in essence. "Where are you going, whore? You don't leave till I say you can leave!" She headbutted him behind her, piercing his eye. He threw her in rage and pain, right into her exit. She landed in the house, and in the middle of a ouija board playing. There were no real spirits in the house, so she decided to go ahead and make friends. First question: What's your name? Anwser: Dirka the Banished Warrior of Hell. That alone scared the crap out of them.

Skills: Gardening, managing finances for the landlord, reading unknown languages, fighting.

Personal ability: Dirka can use some dark magic, which is a are ability amoung demons, since they can't usually use magic themselves.

Other: "Demonology"