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Description
Name: Demoflargillion Desdemona Danica
Nickname: Dee, Big Red, Cherry
DoB: Feb 14th
Age Range: 80 - 90 years ( looks like she is in her early thirties)
Height: 6’05”
Weight Range: 175 lbs <
Dominant Hand: right handed

Class: Mage
She is able to cast 10 spells max before her MP is depleted, and she is in need of an elixir.
Battle spells are, Cura, Firaja,Thundaja,Watarja and Blizzaja.
• She is able to cast each battle spell twice, if she wants to uses them in a signal battle.

Spells:
1: Cura x2
2: Firaja x2
3: Thundaja x2
4: Waterja x2
5: Blizzaja x2
6: Teleport
• Needs a good visual image in her head to be able to teleport to that location or place.
• Can only uses it two times a day
• Spell needs Five minutes to warm up
• Can take other people with her but must be touching her

▬ She is able to uses her spells for miniscule things outside of battle
◘ lighting candles
◘ watering plants
◘ making things colder
◘ charging certain items that uses electrisity
◘ ect..
▬ She has a rather high MP and stamina

Special Ability
•Double casting = Because she does have an extra appendages she is able to perform two different spells at once.
•This ability does not work well with healing spells.
• Can double cast at lest 4 times max before her MP is out she needs to uses an elixir.
• Double cast counts as one spell since she is casting two spells at ones.

Known combos
Firaja/Firaja
Thundaja/Thundaja
Waterja/Waterja
Blizzaja/Blizzaja
Firaja/Thundaja
Firaja/Waterja
Firaja/Blizzaja
Thundaja/Waterja
Thundaja/Blizzaja
Waterja/Blizzaja

Magic Weaknesses
→ weak against spells that deal with her sens
→ weak against air based spells

physical weaknesses
○ not very fast
○ wings are delicate
○ back of her knees are sensitive

strengths
♠ Faster in the air
♠ Flexable
♠ Hits hard

Personality:
Mysteries, moody and well a bit of a contradiction. Agreeing to disagree, Dee can never make up her mind or mood for that matter. She can be loving and sweet one moment ;when it comes to her family, friends or lovers and yet bitter and violent when insulted or harm someone she loves. This leads to her having a very violent temper. If you probably ask her to do something when she s in the middle of something she will drop what shes doing and do it. Then again this is a habit, she will literally drop what she is doing to do something elses. But in all moderation she may or may not ignore what you ask her to do depending on what you ask her to do. It just depends on how interesting it is.

Embracing her looks this young lady is quite fears and very proud of her blood. And yet at times she can’t help be worry how people see her or think of her. Despite her confidence and pride, she has that hidden darkness within her were she fears herself at times, being something of the night, and yet being so vulnerable during the day. She hates feeling so much.

Despite all this Dee is a rebel, she literally hates being told what to do, or what she can or cannot do. She hates it were people tell her she is limited to do something when she knows if she tries she can do it. She does it because she can, and will do it because she can. Shes got that can do attitude. She does enjoy stirring up a little hell every now and then because she can, and the quiet life gets very boring. Quiet is fun in good moderation and all but she literally can not sit still when she is bored out of her mind, or can’t think of something to do. She always sets a project up for herself so she does have something to do.

Blood type: AB-
Weapon/Item/Valuables:
Weapon:
Grimwar
Items:
10x Potion
3x Elixer
4x Eye drops
4x Antidotes
Valuables:
Sun pendant,
leather bag,
small jurnal,
ink and quil
two silver horn bands
One earring
hair brush
box of hair ornaments
Scarfs
sewing kit

Appearance....
She sat on the edge of the building watching out on the city. Perched on the edge, sharp talons and claws dug into the stone as she watched over the glowing city of the night. Golden eye glowed a shining hue from the under lights. Her tail reached out grabbing a bottle of water, her left wing took it from her tail holding it by the cork , the wings moved like they were a second pair of small hands. Sitting back, her lips curled into a crooked smile, Sharp fangs peeked from the red flesh of her skin Grabbing the bottle she bit t the cork, spitting it out behind her; Dee mused over a thought she had. Taking a drink of the liquid with in the bottle. Wings flaring as they stretched, 6 feet in length as the relaxed and hanged on her shoulders. White hair fell in her face as she sighed. Pulling at a blue hair tie she pulled her long hair back, with help of her wings to give her aid. The hair was long and yet it was so thick it spiked slightly and had a mind of its own. Pulling at her blue scarf she sighed slightly. Getting up, she loomed, reaching a mear 6’05” tall; she smiled a wide toothy grin. Brushing off her blue and brown clothes, she made sure things were alright. She was not too thick or not too thin, but was comfortably in the middle. Cupping her self her lips parted in a straight line,. hoping to heavens above they were not getting any bigger than the D’s cup she had. Chuckling in a velvet voice she stretched. Letting out a beastly inhuman growl from her lips she turned. She pondered on what to do tonight.

Clothing
• Loves the feeling of silk
• Leather is golden
• scarves or sashes
• always has some sort accessories on may it be from earrings, rings to god only knows what

Homeworld: Avalon in Manhattan

History:
For a brief moment in her life Dee along with her sister have been living with monks. In Cambodi. Life was quiet and rather dull for this girl, and she flat out hated it. The hems put her to sleep. She avoided the other monks that were new and seeking enlightenment, when they were just running from there problems of life. And with her sister clinging to her, there was no space. She couldn't go out, she couldn't see the world like she wanted to. There was only so much you could learn from the books. But that changed.

It changed slowly. One spring morning a man came to study the ancient prayers of the monks. Another wannabe. But he was different. Cures as she was, she peeked into his studies one night. Up late he was, doing something odd with his hands. There was smoke than fire, and this was from the hems of the monkeys old chants. Persistent in wanting to learn. The man questioned her telling her something like her should not deal with such things as these. Annoyed she proved the man wrong that she proved him dead wrong he was. She was able to pull off a simple spell, draining as it was but, with the right lessons and practices she would get better on her own. She was 30 in human years, and yet still quite young for what she really was. The man could not stay long, but he did keep in touch with his lessons to Dee; she was getting better and better rapidly. Fascinated by the magic arts, she practices every moment she got. The only thing interesting that actually kept her still and out of trouble with the other monks. Years went on and she soon mastered the magic arts with in a good 55 years of her young life.Heartbroken on her teachers passing she stopped.

Monks came and went and her and her sister stayed. Her studies grow more and more, her powers just grow even grater until there was not much for her to learn anymore.There was not much for her world to offer. Frustrated her boredom grow greater and her rebellious streak grow too. Then the Weird sisters came. Holding a gem up to her. “The king has asked for you to protect this world, and with this you may walk in day without having to sleep in stone.” Dee looked at the three women that looked the same, she took the jade pendant and agreed. “If it means leaving this boring place then so be it.”
Leaving her world, the first chances, she ditched her sister and left. Not out of hate, but her sense of curiosity and adventure and a longy to be one her own was finally welcomed her with an open door.

Additional Information:

Likes: Spicy foods, the simple things, candle lights
Loves: Sewing, being active, trying something new, history, cities at night, cats
Neutral: noisy places, books, her sister
Dislikes: Messes, missing accessories, Ducks, lemons, plums, pie, anything overtly or two sweet,
Hates: Being told what to do. Saying what she can and cannot do, bugs and dogs
Fears: Being or feeling vulnerable

• Gargoyles have a very equate sense of smell, sight and hearing, far greater than a bloodhound, bat or bird.
• A gargoyle are strong enough to leave claw marks in stone and metal. They are able to scale stone buildings, or trees to climb. These creatures have the Strength
• The can not fly but glide on the air currents.
• Wings acts as an extra set of arms and hands.
• If wounded, turning to stone will heal all scars, and illnesses such as paralyzations, poisons or other toxins, and ones shedding the stone skin from waking up they are cured.

♦ Dee knows how to play the harp and is rather quite good at it
♦ Dee sews her own clothing
♦ Music puts her to sleep instantly.
♦ Has been a mage for more than 50+ years
♦ She can not play the harp for to long or she will fall asleep her self. But its a good thing to help her fall a sleep

Description
Name: Demoflargillion Desdemona Danica
Nickname: Dee, Big Red, Cherry
DoB: Feb 14th
Age Range: 80 - 90 years ( looks like she is in her early thirties)
Height: 6’05”
Weight Range: 175 lbs <
Dominant Hand: right handed

Class: Mage
She is able to cast 10 spells max before her MP is depleted, and she is in need of an elixir.
Battle spells are, Cura, Firaja,Thundaja,Watarja and Blizzaja.
• She is able to cast each battle spell twice, if she wants to uses them in a signal battle.

Spells:
1: Cura x2
2: Firaja x2
3: Thundaja x2
4: Waterja x2
5: Blizzaja x2
6: Teleport
• Needs a good visual image in her head to be able to teleport to that location or place.
• Can only uses it two times a day
• Spell needs Five minutes to warm up
• Can take other people with her but must be touching her

▬ She is able to uses her spells for miniscule things outside of battle
◘ lighting candles
◘ watering plants
◘ making things colder
◘ charging certain items that uses electrisity
◘ ect..
▬ She has a rather high MP and stamina

Special Ability
•Double casting = Because she does have an extra appendages she is able to perform two different spells at once.
•This ability does not work well with healing spells.
• Can double cast at lest 4 times max before her MP is out she needs to uses an elixir.
• Double cast counts as one spell since she is casting two spells at ones.

Known combos
Firaja/Firaja
Thundaja/Thundaja
Waterja/Waterja
Blizzaja/Blizzaja
Firaja/Thundaja
Firaja/Waterja
Firaja/Blizzaja
Thundaja/Waterja
Thundaja/Blizzaja
Waterja/Blizzaja

Magic Weaknesses
→ weak against spells that deal with her sens
→ weak against air based spells

physical weaknesses
○ not very fast
○ wings are delicate
○ back of her knees are sensitive

strengths
♠ Faster in the air
♠ Flexable
♠ Hits hard

Personality:
Mysteries, moody and well a bit of a contradiction. Agreeing to disagree, Dee can never make up her mind or mood for that matter. She can be loving and sweet one moment ;when it comes to her family, friends or lovers and yet bitter and violent when insulted or harm someone she loves. This leads to her having a very violent temper. If you probably ask her to do something when she s in the middle of something she will drop what shes doing and do it. Then again this is a habit, she will literally drop what she is doing to do something elses. But in all moderation she may or may not ignore what you ask her to do depending on what you ask her to do. It just depends on how interesting it is.

Embracing her looks this young lady is quite fears and very proud of her blood. And yet at times she can’t help be worry how people see her or think of her. Despite her confidence and pride, she has that hidden darkness within her were she fears herself at times, being something of the night, and yet being so vulnerable during the day. She hates feeling so much.

Despite all this Dee is a rebel, she literally hates being told what to do, or what she can or cannot do. She hates it were people tell her she is limited to do something when she knows if she tries she can do it. She does it because she can, and will do it because she can. Shes got that can do attitude. She does enjoy stirring up a little hell every now and then because she can, and the quiet life gets very boring. Quiet is fun in good moderation and all but she literally can not sit still when she is bored out of her mind, or can’t think of something to do. She always sets a project up for herself so she does have something to do.

Blood type: AB-
Weapon/Item/Valuables:
Weapon:
Grimwar
Items:
10x Potion
3x Elixer
4x Eye drops
4x Antidotes
Valuables:
Sun pendant,
leather bag,
small jurnal,
ink and quil
two silver horn bands
One earring
hair brush
box of hair ornaments
Scarfs
sewing kit

Appearance....
She sat on the edge of the building watching out on the city. Perched on the edge, sharp talons and claws dug into the stone as she watched over the glowing city of the night. Golden eye glowed a shining hue from the under lights. Her tail reached out grabbing a bottle of water, her left wing took it from her tail holding it by the cork , the wings moved like they were a second pair of small hands. Sitting back, her lips curled into a crooked smile, Sharp fangs peeked from the red flesh of her skin Grabbing the bottle she bit t the cork, spitting it out behind her; Dee mused over a thought she had. Taking a drink of the liquid with in the bottle. Wings flaring as they stretched, 6 feet in length as the relaxed and hanged on her shoulders. White hair fell in her face as she sighed. Pulling at a blue hair tie she pulled her long hair back, with help of her wings to give her aid. The hair was long and yet it was so thick it spiked slightly and had a mind of its own. Pulling at her blue scarf she sighed slightly. Getting up, she loomed, reaching a mear 6’05” tall; she smiled a wide toothy grin. Brushing off her blue and brown clothes, she made sure things were alright. She was not too thick or not too thin, but was comfortably in the middle. Cupping her self her lips parted in a straight line,. hoping to heavens above they were not getting any bigger than the D’s cup she had. Chuckling in a velvet voice she stretched. Letting out a beastly inhuman growl from her lips she turned. She pondered on what to do tonight.

Clothing
• Loves the feeling of silk
• Leather is golden
• scarves or sashes
• always has some sort accessories on may it be from earrings, rings to god only knows what

Homeworld: Avalon in Manhattan

History:
For a brief moment in her life Dee along with her sister have been living with monks. In Cambodi. Life was quiet and rather dull for this girl, and she flat out hated it. The hems put her to sleep. She avoided the other monks that were new and seeking enlightenment, when they were just running from there problems of life. And with her sister clinging to her, there was no space. She couldn't go out, she couldn't see the world like she wanted to. There was only so much you could learn from the books. But that changed.

It changed slowly. One spring morning a man came to study the ancient prayers of the monks. Another wannabe. But he was different. Cures as she was, she peeked into his studies one night. Up late he was, doing something odd with his hands. There was smoke than fire, and this was from the hems of the monkeys old chants. Persistent in wanting to learn. The man questioned her telling her something like her should not deal with such things as these. Annoyed she proved the man wrong that she proved him dead wrong he was. She was able to pull off a simple spell, draining as it was but, with the right lessons and practices she would get better on her own. She was 30 in human years, and yet still quite young for what she really was. The man could not stay long, but he did keep in touch with his lessons to Dee; she was getting better and better rapidly. Fascinated by the magic arts, she practices every moment she got. The only thing interesting that actually kept her still and out of trouble with the other monks. Years went on and she soon mastered the magic arts with in a good 55 years of her young life.Heartbroken on her teachers passing she stopped.

Monks came and went and her and her sister stayed. Her studies grow more and more, her powers just grow even grater until there was not much for her to learn anymore.There was not much for her world to offer. Frustrated her boredom grow greater and her rebellious streak grow too. Then the Weird sisters came. Holding a gem up to her. “The king has asked for you to protect this world, and with this you may walk in day without having to sleep in stone.” Dee looked at the three women that looked the same, she took the jade pendant and agreed. “If it means leaving this boring place then so be it.”
Leaving her world, the first chances, she ditched her sister and left. Not out of hate, but her sense of curiosity and adventure and a longy to be one her own was finally welcomed her with an open door.

Additional Information:

Likes: Spicy foods, the simple things, candle lights
Loves: Sewing, being active, trying something new, history, cities at night, cats
Neutral: noisy places, books, her sister
Dislikes: Messes, missing accessories, Ducks, lemons, plums, pie, anything overtly or two sweet,
Hates: Being told what to do. Saying what she can and cannot do, bugs and dogs
Fears: Being or feeling vulnerable

• Gargoyles have a very equate sense of smell, sight and hearing, far greater than a bloodhound, bat or bird.
• A gargoyle are strong enough to leave claw marks in stone and metal. They are able to scale stone buildings, or trees to climb. These creatures have the Strength
• The can not fly but glide on the air currents.
• Wings acts as an extra set of arms and hands.
• If wounded, turning to stone will heal all scars, and illnesses such as paralyzations, poisons or other toxins, and ones shedding the stone skin from waking up they are cured.

♦ Dee knows how to play the harp and is rather quite good at it
♦ Dee sews her own clothing
♦ Music puts her to sleep instantly.
♦ Has been a mage for more than 50+ years
♦ She can not play the harp for to long or she will fall asleep her self. But its a good thing to help her fall a sleep