Sleepless: Blessed as a creature of the dark, she resides in the night and shall remain awake in the dark. While succeptible to physical exertion, she never has need for slumber and at most requires an hour of relative inactivity to be refreshed even after the most arduous of endurance tests.

Beloved Daughter: Blessed by a patron goddess of nightmares, she receives boons for her service in the form of aid from arachnids, rodents, and small creatures who make the stocking of her inventory a far easier task. Maintaining this blessing requires frequent tokens of affection to be offered in return.

Master Alchemist: A mixing of science of magic, alchemy requires years of trial and error along with a talent to fuel one's experiemnts. Willowa has both in spades and profitted greatly from her efforts, even within the depths of the Abyss.

Sadistic Impulse: The suffering of others is but bread and water to a proper Drow, but Willowa is blessed with inspiration and fervor the more pronounced a pain she can revel in from another soul. Her mind is awash with insights, her hands burn to let loose her foulest concoctions, and she moves with an alacrity not seen any other time. The more suffering she can reap, regardless of who caused it, the greater she performs.

A merchant's inventory of wares, from home brewed potions, freshly harvested ingrediants, to armor, weapons, and baubels claimed from those too weak to survive the Abyss and heroes too foolish to stay away. It changes frequently as her goddess' messangers drag back new items of value and she passes off the old.

If ever there was a creature who deserved to be imprisoned in the Abyss, Willowa Turnas would be such a monster. Feeding on suffering while selling the means to inflict it upon others, a lord of war who could have so very easily turned her talents to good, but delighted in the opposite. Why cure the plague ravaging the land when she make a more vicious strain for the challenge of it?

Yet no hero cast her into the Abyss. She went down of her own volition, fully cognizant of what awaited her below. The very worst, with the power to overturn nations and the will to use it should they be freed. The very sorts who would require a merchant of her disposition, one who had allies beyond the confines of the Abyss to keep her wares from running dry. Unconcerned with affiliation or creed, she trades her treasures for the trophies of others and offers great boons in exchange for taking on twisted tasks that would turn the stomaches of those above.

Of course, she's always eager to hear tale of how her works turned out in the depths of the Abyss. A healing potion in exchange for word of a how poison necrotized the flesh of a minotaur and turned solid muscle to pure fat? A worthy trade, in her eye.

As rumbles emerge of an effort more conserted then most to break the confines of the Abyss and rally together under the banner of greater evil, she is drawn like a spider upon the web to the beating of a captured fly, eager for the feast to come.

| "The Crimson Ravager" | "Savage Blood" | "The Red Rage" | "The Last Jun-Kari" |

| "Jukati-Oni" | "Juju" / "Jojo" |

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Oni (Fire Type)

Born in the village of Jun-Kari, located deep in the heart of the northern Apocalypta Volcanic Range, Jukati-oni was born to a local Fire-Oni clan. She was the daughter of the clan's chieftain, Jaëghata-Khan, who was both beloved by his people and utterly revered by his enemies, and had a younger sister named Rikata-oni. The Khan had both a fiery spirit and a fiery temper, both of which had been passed down and magnified within both daughters, with Jukati being the more hot-tempered of the two. Still, the two sisters had an incredibly close bond with one another, even if it was often the older sister who often resorted to playful-bullying and horse-play. And by the time she was 15, the older oni sister was an extremely powerful warrior.

However, they were born within the midst of rising tension that shifted throughout the local area. For the past 10 years, the tribe had encountered more and more of their greatest enemy - they being humans. The onis thought of them as greedy and selfish apes that had no regard for sympathy and would steel anything they can to advance their agendas, while the humans considered the onis as mindless and savage monsters that endanger their very civilization. They had a history of great wars and skirmishes, followed by uneasy cold wars, before going into another war with one another. Peace had been suggested by both sides before, each for different reasons, but none would let the other faction take control. Their conflicts would usually result in stalemates, with only minor victories from each side.

As Jun-Kari was protected by the natural elements, with unstable terrain, volcanic activity, and the chance of encountering rogue onis or monsters, it was very difficult for a non-oni individual to get to - let alone a human being. However, while it's extremely difficult, it doesn't mean that it was impossible. The humans slowly began to double their efforts, as more soldiers began traversing for a way to rid the base, and indeed they found a secret passage way for them to get closer to the village while bypassing the worst of what Apocalypta had to offer.

And when they reached the village, the humans showed no mercy. And the village onis had no idea that they were coming until it was too late. Donning crude masks that mocked their long-time enemy, the soldiers proceeded to ransack the village and slaughter all who were in their way. Jukati fought well as she killed a great number of humans, however the soldiers they brought were not your local variety. It was comprised of an elite guard that was sent by a King a hundred miles to the south, one who also abhorred onis just as much as the local militia. In the end, the fire onis were no match, and as their Khan dueled the head captain of the elite guard, he ordered his daughters to escape the carnage. As they reached the exit, the two were separated as rock and debris planted them on opposite sides. Jukati found herself on the other side of the wall, while Rikata was stuck within the now burning village. Despite her impressive strength, she was unable to break through the debris and was forced to leave the scene and mourn the lost of her sister and her clan.

When she returned just a day later, she would find that everyone she loved was dead. Her father had perished and her sister was nowhere to be seen. This prompted Jukati to reveal a strain of raw, unbridled rage from within her body, one that demanded vengeance to be placed upon the humans who murdered her people. So when she discovered a patrol who were scouring the wreckage for any survivors, she viciously attacked them in a bloodthirsty rage. She ripped and teared through the soldiers, each crying out in utter agony and pain as they were given a violent, gory death. It was this very event where the enraged oni first tasted human blood, which she found herself enjoying it. So much in fact, that it was able to calm her down...

As well as jumpstarting a vicious craving for more.

Jukati then proceeded to rip apart every human who got in her way, often eating them if she felt hungry enough or simply just for sport. For every man, woman, or child she killed, she craved more blood. No one was safe from her wrath and she was revered for having ravaged entire villages and hamlets just to quell her thirst for the crimson ichor of man. To the oni, she believed she was doing her village a favor for killing all of these humans, something she did almost constantly for 3 bloody years. For the very few who survived her vicious bloodthirsty antics, they brought with them terrible stories of her destruction and mayhem. They begged for the local kingdoms and prayed to their gods for anything to quell her fury, for they believed her to be the devil incarnated.

Yet they were given only one option to keep Jukati at bay... they had to toss her down into the deep, dark, Abyss.

It was not an easy feat to pull off, as they had to lure the oni for hundreds, if not thousands, of miles towards the nearest entrance. They were even forced to sacrifice many of their own just to ensure that she would follow them. yet all would soon pay off. As soon as they reached the entrance, one final battle took place that almost costed the life of every soldier fighting for their lives. Yet in the end, through the help of some exceptionally powerful allies and magic, they were successful in their efforts and imprisoned Jukati within the dark prison. Tried as she might, the oni would be unable to make her escape, forcing her to remain trapped there for over a decade. Humanity could breath a sigh of relief, knowing that at least one evil had been taken care of...

For the time being.

- Every oni name ends with "-oni", acting as either a middle or last name. This name is replaced with "Khan" whenever an oni becomes the chieftain.