Demetria Juniper - Slayer of Demons and practitioner of Ice Magic.

TsukuMoonfang wrote:Name: Demetria Juniper

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Birthday: February 1st

Sexuality: Bisexual

Special Characteristics: Large blue tatoo, tribal in design runing the entire length of her right leg starting at the top of her thigh and running down to her ankle

Personality: It was a cold night, sometime before the winter solstice, as Demetria slept soundly in her bed. With her parents across the hall in their room she had felt safe tucked within their little village in the heart of the mountains. She woke with a start, the loud slamming of the door to her house rousing her out of bed as she heard her father come from his room. His footsteps thundered down the hall to her young ears as he yelled to her for her to stay in her room, her heart stopping cold as a magical chill filled the air around her. Her mother and father were highly skilled mages, and had only just started teaching her the basics of magic, but as the fight broke out on the first floor of her home her heart filled with dread. Sneaking from her room she stepped into the hall, ice crystallizing along the walls and floor which burned her bare feet as she made her way to the top of the stairs. She could hear the clattering of furniture and her parent's frantic communication as magic erupted again and again from the base of the stairs. Her mother's fires, a vibrant blue in color, and her father's lighting coursing in brilliant light as the unknown monster fought them both. She could just barely make out the scene, sneaking down the stairs about half way only to see her father blown out of the front room's window by a blast of black ice, her mother screaming out for him before unleashing a torrent of flames that threatened to take the whole house with them. She could tell, however, that her mother was holding back for fear of harming her. She gazed out the shattered window to see her father's frozen body laying on the ground, motionless, as tears welled through her eyes and spilled down her cheek. She'd forgotten to hide herself well though, as the demon stopped after dispersing the flames with its breath and stared at her. "There you are...child of Lucifer." it growled as her mother took notice directly after. "RUN DEMETRIA! RUN AND DON'T STOP!" her mother yelled as Demetria's eyes locked onto her mother. Her tears had frozen to her cheeks as her eyes drank in the sight of her mother, battered and bloody, her right leg and both arms half frozen. "GO NOW! I WILL STOP HIM BUT YOU MUST ESCAPE!" her mother called once more, snapping her out of her daze. Demetria bolted back up the stairs and through her room as fire crackled up the stairs where she'd been. She could hear her mother screaming from the strain of magic she was using, the entire house engulfing in blue fire as she dashed through the doors to her rooms balcony. Her heart pounded in her ears, her blood flying through her veins as she hastily looked around then dove off the balcony and into the bushes below. Clambering from them she ran as fast as she could, the sound of cracking wood and the crash of the house collapsing into a massive fire behind her causing her to cry uncontrollably as she did what her mother told her to do. That was the last time she saw either of her parents alive, and was now many years behind her. Her heart had grown as cold as the ice that she'd seen that demon use, and her will to interact with others along with it as it seemed every time she grew close to someone they wound up hurt. She'd not seen another demon for quite some time, but she didn't want to risk it, and had closed herself off as a result. This personal exile turned into isolation, where she began to find comfort in the cold and dark in which she could freely roam. In the years following the demise of her family she had resolved herself to strict training with blade and magic, learning all she could by herself of the Demon Slaying arts and of the element of ice itself. She had sworn all those years ago that no demon would ever grace her presence again without meeting its end, and that she would not meet the same fate as her parents. Having dove completely into her training she no longer sought companionship, instead choosing to venture from town to town as a vagabond, picking up odd jobs here and there, and moving on before anyone tried to get too close to her. Having never formed any relationships she never found herself in a position to lead or be led, choosing only to guide herself and slay any evil she came across in her travels. She had become valiant and forthright, brazen and blunt, but never aiming to hurt anyone. Her only goal, to be left alone to her devices as she tracked down any Ice Demon fool enough to let itself be known. Beneath her icy exterior, however, lays the heart of a true kindred warrior who will fight to protect anything and everything she cares about to the bitter end. Her sword, Ringil, being the only thing she currently cares for is guarded with jealous zeal and is always beside her even in her sleep. Anyone who would dare touch it is accosted immediately and violently, though only until they let their grip fall from the sword itself in which she takes the sword in hand and immediately distances herself from the person, going so far as to leave a town she's in if they push too far and try to follow her.

Likes:
* Training and Discipline with her sword and magic. She despises demon kind, especially those of the ice demon variety and has sworn to dispatch each one she comes across with extreme prejudice.
* Cold and Darkness. This allows her to move freely under the cover of night and as an ice mage it gives her plenty of freedom to work her magic without affecting the surrounding area too terribly.
* Isolation. This prevents people from getting too close to her and getting hurt, and allows her to pursue her work and goals without interruption.

Dislikes:
* Demon Kind. Her family was taken from her in the middle of the night by an Ice Demon so she despises them with a burning passion that can only be described as deep-seated hatred.
* Heat. It's in stark contrast to her magic and preferred environment, though she has been known to work through it she will avoid it if at all possible.
* Questions about her past. In distancing herself from everyone she has also done her best to leave the darkness of her past behind, only vowing that it never happen again, if asked she will simply refuse to talk about it.

Motivations:
* Avenging her Parents. Swearing to eradicate any and all demons she comes across she tirelessly works to better herself in her combat practices and magic so that she can achieve this goal.
* Learning all she can about Ice Magic. Having seen her parents slain by an Ice Demon she wants to know all there is to know about the element and the magic that stems from it so that she can counter it and destroy any demon with it.
* Discovering what the Demon that attacked her family meant. Having been called a child of Lucifer she wishes to know why, and to understand the meaning behind it.

Fears:
* Death at the hands of a Demon. Every night she has nightmares and flashbacks of her past, ethereal voice of the demon that attacked her family. This lone fear has driven her to fight.
* Being trapped in a desert. Given that she loves cold climates and despises heat she is terribly afraid of being caught in an environment of perpetual and unrelenting heat as she fears it would affect her magic and ability to defend herself.
* Losing someone or something she cares about. She has isolated herself due to this fear as those she was close to died because of who or what she is. While she doesn't know much about what she is, other than what the demon called her, she does know that it was a direct result of what she is and thus refuses to get close to people because of it.


General Appearance

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165lbs.
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Blue-Violet (Shines Blue-White when channeling her Magic)
Skin Tone: Pale White
Appearance: See Spoiler

Guild: Silver Wolf
Tattoo: Black, Located on the left side of her neck.