After so many years, amidst the impenetrable darkness that was, in itself the horrible mockery of purgatory. Suffering the memory of her death a thousand onto another, she has toyed and mused over her own rebirth fro far too long. With the delicate grasp of nightfall, and the whisper of the wind. What would have been silence was soon to be broken by the ungodly howl of those who have suffered within the bowels of torment. The ground itself cracked a bled, hushed and shadowed by trees of all sizes. What animals stalked at night started with fright and made a break for deeper forest as the crimson light weaved and cracked into the earth for but a moment. And at last faded into darkness. A wisp of black mist flowing over the blackened grass. No idea of wind could have disturbed it as it solidifed, and seemed to burn into the earth like lava hot wax.

A shape not unlike this mortal world formed under the veil of this black substance, clinging to it like a second skin. Writhing, struggling as it fought from its tight prison. A single sharp nailed finger broke through, sending a jet of dark red fluids gushing out onto the ground around this form. A sort of sight which could have only be told by myths, and legends. Clawing itself out of its moistened hole, the bloody fluids drooling off its ebony skin, pooling gruesomely around its shuddering form.

A matt of bloody red hair fell over its face, and the form of a young, frail woman staggered to its feet. Her flesh bare for all to see, gleaming in its bath of apparent blood. She threw her head back, sending wild red hair whipping about as she drew in a heavy breath of fresh, humid air. A red gleam streaked just above her nose, narrow eyes peeling open as though for the first time. Glinting the same scarlet as her hair, as black slits widened and narrowed, testing the lack of light. A lash of black lightening, tendrils whipped from the fleshy prison which she had just escaped, expanding into great, leathery wings, arching themselves over her shoulders. While a insane smile, she licked her bloodied lips, allowing a black mist to settle over her slender, bare female form. A wrap of loose, black silk robes formed almost at once and she turned on a heel to glide soundlessly along the ground. Those great wings shrinking away with sickening cracks of bone, escaping into her shoulder blades.

The demoness lived again!

Name: Izumi Onishanai AKA, Onisha
Race: Corrupt Human
Type: Demon
Place of Birth: Shokushu Island, sort of.
Gender: Female
Nationality: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'4"
Weight: Changes
Eye Color: Blood red
Skin Color: Ebony, Black
Skin Texture: Soft and silky, showing little to no signs of imperfections.
Hair? Long lockes of bloody red hair, wild and untamed. Left to fall askew over her eyes.
Hair Color: Bloody Red
Body Build: Lithe and slender. Her breasts perky and a fair, palm fitting size. Her underlying muscle structure only helping to create that sleek, atheltic build.
Tentacles? Each an oily black, and just a slick in texture. Numerous, thin to about the thickness of one's thumb. Each has their own individual means of use, whether to kill, to ensnare, or to humiliate and deprive.
Wings? Sports a set of black, leathery wings. Resembling very much of a ragged mimic of a bat's, both holding no sign of imperfection spare a rare tear or two along the edges of its membrane.
Wingspan: From 8 to 10ft.
Wing Color: Black
Fighting Style: A relentless, if sloppy mingle between her own ideas of martial arts, or just a swift grasp to one's face, only seeking the means to sever it from their shoulders.
Motivation: To enjoy her rebirth, bring about as much suffering as she could on the littlemortals who inhabit the island. And perhaps meet a few friends along the way.
Personality: Sadistic and cruel all the way. The slightest sign of wekness exploited and used to torment her prey all the more.
Human Disguise Appearance: A mild mannered darkly tanned girl with flowing red hair and curious red eyes. Her shape changing very little in this form, though her reappearance as her demon self is a little gruesome to say the least. Her bust and height staying the same. Although the nearly elf like elongated ears shorting to near human proprtions, if oddly tipped to a slight point.
Clothing: From her flowing, wispy black silk robes to the fitting school uniform. Whose original owner only the gods would know what would have come of her.
Distinguishing features: Her bloody red mane and glimmering red eyes.
Weaknesses: But a memory of her former, human self. Although covered within thick layers of hopeless shrouds from her soul. The right situation, perhaps the sight of one protecting a lover, might bring about a painful flash back. Causing her to revert and transform repeatedly from human to demon, uncontrollable convulsions, and perhaps blacking out.
Likes: Shy alone girls. Other creatures of the night, and of all her favourites, good rough sex.
Dislikes: Heroes. Those who challenge her. Memories.
Abilities: Being a corrupted human, her abilities are limited to a degree. While she is not so fluent in magicks or curses of the sort, her form extends into a slight fusion with the shadows around her. Whether dematerializing herself into a shape whick merges with these said shadows, using them as portals to shift from one realm to the next. The process is slow, though effective, so long as she knows where she's going, and of course if there's a shadow large enough to be sufficient enough for the transfer. Relying more on her 'demonic' speed and strength, or her own gift of flight.


[Transfered from the other board.]

Ah, I remember you from the old boards! Though I can't remember if we ever actually interacted ^^;;

Anyway welcome back! I've always liked your character, glad to see her in action again.