Name: Demonxia
Age: About 35 or so
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Magic Abilities: Demonxia is a Necromancer, and her main form of magic is raising the dead to fight for her. Because of this, her alliance with the DWMA is an uneasy one, as it involves direct exploitation of souls in a way that isn't considered entirely natural. Her magic is also able to directly manipulate a target's soul wavelength, though to a far lesser degree than she can manipulate the dead. She is able to effectively jam a wedge into an enemy's soul to upset its balance, thereby weakening them. This is particularly devastating to a Weapon-Meister pair, as their effectiveness depends on complete harmony of the two linked souls. Fortunately, she is allied with the DWMA and shows no signs of a desire to break that alliance, and the DWMA cannot deny that she is a powerful ally.
Appearance: Demonxia is very slight of build and deathly pale, with eyes as black as the deep darkness of death itself. She is very tall as well, towering even over most men. She wears midnight-black, flowing robes, black leather booths, and a tall black pointed hat like the ones most people stereotype witches wearing. She has an aura about her that makes people feel a bit uneasy, but she assures them it's merely a side effect of her magical practice and not something she does intentionally. Her animal form is a raven, an animal that's known for feeding on carrion. This is due to her close relationship with the dead (no, I don't mean necrophilia).
Biography: I'm gonna go with fleshing it out IC.
Personality: One word describes Demonxia strikingly well: morbid. Whenever someone interacts with her, the first thing they notice is how dead she seems. She always speaks with a dull, lifeless tone and often makes comparisons to death and the brevity of human life during casual conversation.
Likes: Death, sitting in the dark, whispering to her pet raven (she can shift into a raven as well as having a pet raven), the cold
Dislikes: Bright light, sunlight, warmth, life (she just has a distaste for it, not a hate of life), the dichotomy of good and evil