Name: Magnes
Type: Shapeshifter
Place of Birth: The basement
Gender: Female
Height: 4'10"
Weight: Changes
Eye Color: A bloody tint of red, the whites of her eyes highlighted a lightest shade of gray from its ghostly white.
Skin Color: Pale to a near sheet white in colour, yet ever changing from a shining silver, or a steel black.
Skin Texture: Any she so wishes, preferring the creamy softness of human skin, or perhaps a solid, rigid firmness of metal or even the loose powdery feel of fine sand.
Hair? Clenaly cut, straight hair settled three inches above her shoulders, partly veiling her eyes with even striaghter bangs.
Hair Color: A steel gray, and yet at times it shimmers a bloody red.
Body Build: Thin and slender. Taking the form of a ghostly human girl, her thin build helps to give the girl a gentle, palm fitting breasts.
Tail? If she so desires one.
Tail Length: Depends on what she feels like.
Tentacles? Several and varying in size, shape and colour. Preferring a web of fleshy, nearly ragged forms of thin tendrils which extend from various points on her body. To perhaps sleek, smooth whip like appendages that grow from her wrists and shoulder blades, tipped with slightly pink ends able to split apart to reveal various little tools to meet her twisted desires.
Number of Tentacles: As many as she so desires.
Wings? Holding the same structure of wings like her father, but with a touch of her mother's tastes. Showing as steel bone light fingers which extending from her shoulder blades, the membranes thin, and leathery to the touch, yet looking as though they were liquid black steel.
Wingspan: Prefers a decent ten feet.
Cock Size: If she so preferred it, she could develop such a thing. Thick and heavy, or small and petite. Any size she wished, and however shaped she wanted it.
Fighting Style: Preferring to not fight, or be in the middle of such a thing. Taking to stealth and surprise to overpower her prey with various little tricks and traps.
Motivation: To please her mother, and find a little place on this island for her. But a new creature onto the island, she has little more to do than be with mother, and bring her as many human girls as possible for proper lessons.
Psychological Profile: Unstable at times, and yet quiet and calculated so many times. Baring at times the haughty, if arrogant personality of her mother
Sexual Oddities: Holding a strong fascination with sexual activities involving the anus, and removing the ability of sight and speech from her prey. Relishing in the form of the helpless feeling of this state, whether on her prey, or on herself.
Human Disguise Appearance: While her usual form is that of a pale, ghostly girl with short platinum hair, and demonic red eyes, she holds far more sadistic and nightmarish forms, though holds this one closest to her heart.
Clothing: A simple black silk dress, to more elaborate, difficult articles of clothing including a torn pair of jeans, fishnet shirt and a ragged black linen vest she possibly had stolen from one her past prey items.
Distinguishing features: The demonic red eyes from her father.
Capabilities: The ability to shift into any form she so wished, and even to meld her body into any material around her. Allowing herself to pass through walls as though she were truly a ghost.
Weaknesses: The memories she inherited, as it were, from her father. And the weaknesses it brought her from bringing them back into her mind, leaving her confused and dazed, lost in her own little world of madness.
Likes: Mother, and bringing her human girls to play with.
Dislikes: Those who overpower her, and mock her.

History: "Born," was a word that didn't fit so well with this strange girl. Although a factual term, she came into the world from but two simple sources. A memory, and a base substance. At a time perhaps but a piece of magnesium, her body melded into the form as it had been shown now. A jewel within the darkness fromt he nastier things where she called home, and where she stalked so curiously. Bringing back with her findings, whether a girl she found some interest in, or a new plaything to show off for her mother. Any thought of her father, Onisha, seemed but a wisp within her at times chaotic mind. Having no wish at most times to even think of the demoness, she preferred to spend her free mind with the many ways in which she could snare a student, or perhaps try and overpower the other beings which these humans called, 'Monsters,'

In form, pale and thin, yet mature and womanly at once. She was pretty, although no virgin wife with a beaming smile, nor not the innocent blushing bride being impaled for her first act of lust. Jaded, even with just being created, she had experienced her fair share of lustful abuse onto her slender form. Despite sucht hings, her pretty face was kept clean, and her hair unnaturally straight and even over her fragile features. The jewel indeed, but for her mother to admire, cherish, and perhaps abuse to its limits.

Welcome, welcome, little daughter of mine. Try not to get into any trouble out and about.
Now we just need to find someone for you to practice on...

Why thank you~ I look forward ot it. n.n

[Welcome to SHS! You'll have absolutely no trouble blending right in (Seriously, pun not intended. ) If you want to, just pop around and w'll see what we can do for ye, a'right? See ya 'round. *gives you a sweeping bow*]

if you wis i would like to star a thread with me ...... (giggles)

I'm still alive! *falls over*

You've missed a number of lessons, little one. We'll need to make up for lost time.

Meep! *hides!*

Glad to see you alive. XD

Yes, welcome back!