Name: Asharoth Lagneai
Gender: Female (Can become futa at will through magic)
Age: 19
Phsycial description: Ashtharoth stands at 6'2" with perfectly smooth olive colored skin all over her body. She has jet black hair and strange glowing eyes that seem to constantly change from crimson red to deep purple. She has a flawless face, of which could be described as incredibly beautiful. She as pointed elfin ears, about 3 inches in length. Her demonic tongue it two feet long but it can retract and look normal. A pair of small, black demon horns poke out of her fore head.
A pair of small purple demon wings sprout from her back and aren't big enough to provide flight. She has two breasts, filling a big DD cup. She has voluptuous thigh that sway as she walks with a toned butt that stretches the clothes she wears. She wears a simple dark hooded robe, constantly covering her head and face with the hood, leaving only her glowing eyes visible.
Personality: Ash is a quiet and calculating person. She is not the type to brag unless it's against a douchey person. Her alignment would best be described as lawful neutral/evil. She has a moral code she'll never break and sticks to it. She's not afraid to kill, but will avoid it when she can. She chooses the "least evil" way to solve her problems, she's not a monster after all.
History:
Hey, i'm Ashtaroth. Quite the mouthful, huh? You can just call me Ash, I honestly prefer it shortened. Anyway, you're probably wondering about my past but I only know what I remember. I've been told that I was found in some ruined house in the dessert, a family found me nestled in cloth crying, right in the middle of the floor. Of course they took me and turned me into some orphanage. God that orphanage was hell... They constantly beat me, called me a demon, poured "Holy" water on me. Why? Because I am a demon. Or at least half of one. The horns poking out of my head, the spaded tail, and my body as well. I just ooze the word succubus. The only reason I was deemed to be half of one was due to the fact that I had very little corruption in me at all. I even had the lowest Libido in the whole Orphanage. Something very unusual for a succubus.
When I went through my teen years in the orphanage, the kids began to notice me. A lot different than they used to. They'd just stare at me, the look in their eyes, I could easily tell what they waned to do. After mentally shattering someone who tried to force himself on me, I was deemed a "Witch." And I was banished from the city.
Stats:
Strength: 2
Speed: 1
Precision: 1
Fortitude: 2
Intellect: 6
Insight: 4
Charisma: 5
Physical Health: [ ][ ][ ][ ]
Mental Health: [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]
Gender: Female (Can become futa at will through magic)
Age: 19
Phsycial description: Ashtharoth stands at 6'2" with perfectly smooth olive colored skin all over her body. She has jet black hair and strange glowing eyes that seem to constantly change from crimson red to deep purple. She has a flawless face, of which could be described as incredibly beautiful. She as pointed elfin ears, about 3 inches in length. Her demonic tongue it two feet long but it can retract and look normal. A pair of small, black demon horns poke out of her fore head.
A pair of small purple demon wings sprout from her back and aren't big enough to provide flight. She has two breasts, filling a big DD cup. She has voluptuous thigh that sway as she walks with a toned butt that stretches the clothes she wears. She wears a simple dark hooded robe, constantly covering her head and face with the hood, leaving only her glowing eyes visible.
Personality: Ash is a quiet and calculating person. She is not the type to brag unless it's against a douchey person. Her alignment would best be described as lawful neutral/evil. She has a moral code she'll never break and sticks to it. She's not afraid to kill, but will avoid it when she can. She chooses the "least evil" way to solve her problems, she's not a monster after all.
History:
Hey, i'm Ashtaroth. Quite the mouthful, huh? You can just call me Ash, I honestly prefer it shortened. Anyway, you're probably wondering about my past but I only know what I remember. I've been told that I was found in some ruined house in the dessert, a family found me nestled in cloth crying, right in the middle of the floor. Of course they took me and turned me into some orphanage. God that orphanage was hell... They constantly beat me, called me a demon, poured "Holy" water on me. Why? Because I am a demon. Or at least half of one. The horns poking out of my head, the spaded tail, and my body as well. I just ooze the word succubus. The only reason I was deemed to be half of one was due to the fact that I had very little corruption in me at all. I even had the lowest Libido in the whole Orphanage. Something very unusual for a succubus.
When I went through my teen years in the orphanage, the kids began to notice me. A lot different than they used to. They'd just stare at me, the look in their eyes, I could easily tell what they waned to do. After mentally shattering someone who tried to force himself on me, I was deemed a "Witch." And I was banished from the city.
Stats:
Strength: 2
Speed: 1
Precision: 1
Fortitude: 2
Intellect: 6
Insight: 4
Charisma: 5
Physical Health: [ ][ ][ ][ ]
Mental Health: [ ][ ][ ][ ][ ]
Standing here now, it's hard not to think back on the trials that brought you to this moment. It is amazing how a few years can change you. Shunned and scorned for your demonic appearance, life at the capitol had never been easy. But it was when you tossed out of the orphanage that you learned the depth of humanity's predjiduce. Battling hunger and cold in the wilds had made you desperate. But with desperation brought strength.
Your lonely exile had given you the tools to survive. Your innate powers became refined and hardened with practice. With your skills, it was no trouble to scrape a living at the frontier. With a little effort, you might even be able to build a life beyond the reach of civilization... But part of you still burns to strike back at the scum that deprived an innocent girl of her childhood.
This pitiful Kingdom claimed to be a land of laws and justice... Equality and freedom so long as you kept your head down, paid your taxes, and didn't have the misfortune of being born a half-breed. Well the bastards were in for a surprise now. They had refused to accept you before, well now they wouldn't have a choice.
The rain sizzles as it strikes your shoulders. Your eyes flare with grim resolution. It was time to get started.