RAVEN x Gitan and RYOUTA x Jaeger

Name:; Lyre Kigu
Gender:; female
Number:; #5
Appearance:;
As an adult the beauty will stand at a whopping forty-two inches and weighs in at one hundred and ninety eight pounds, ever so slightly less than her mother. Muscle will ripple under her thick silky coat, she has the build of a warrior, a fighter. And that is what she is. Dark blue pools pierce all those those who decided to gaze upon them, tearing deep into their souls, unlocking their secrets. She is swathed in a base coat of pure white, with a light grey coating her underside, the grey rises up her throat, to the base of her jaw, and extends down the underside of her long banner, right to the tip. Light grey "socks" come halfway up muscled forelimbs, whereas a dark grey, almost black colour of "sock" comes halfway up her hind legs. Her right ear is dipped in the same dark grey as her hind legs, and leading down from her ears is a strip of that colour, stopping just between her eyes. It comes round the back of her head, and reaches down the centre of her back, then heading down the right side of her tail. Leaving only a small strip of white down the centre of her silky banner.


Personality:;
The woman is twisted and has no remorse. She get her name from the sweet, high sound ofher voice, but do not let that fool you. An anger deep down within her longs to be released, and that she will do. The hatred she harbours will get to her, poison her mind. She will kill, but her bloodlust will never be satisfied, a horrid unquenching thirst boils within her, making the demon a very dangerous person to anger. Savouring others pain. The thrill of slowly seeing the light fade from her enemies eyes fills her, leaving her with such a joyous sensation. The cold heart of stone that beats within her chest is no longer a heart [[figuratively of course xD]], it has no room for warmth or love. Even her mother, she simply sees her as the whore who conveniently brought her into the world.

A hate of males is shared with her mother, they are her playthings. Below her, not even worthy of speaking to her unless she allows it. She will reject male siblings, completely disregarding them, not caring that they carry the same blood. She will not even speak to her father, as she deems him to be more of a whore than her mother. When she grows up she will have multiple one night stands, then throw her toy away when she's done with it. She is alluring, using lies and trickery to seduce men. There will be no mate for life for the demoness.

The demoness will not think twice about starting a fight if you aggravate her. Which only takes one slip of the tongue. She will dive into a fight with an older person without a second thought. Reckless. But that is one of her main traits. She will do whatever she sees fit to either please or defend herself.


Roleplay Sample:; (I've set this so that they're nearly a year old, hope that's okay!)

A grin played at her features as she stared at the being pinned beneath her paws. Some sort of small mammal. Jaws would move close to it, and clasp round one of it's legs. A crunch reached her auds and a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. It's crimson lifeline reached her tongue and a moan of escaped her ebony lips. Blood, the coppery tang of it filling her mouth. The thing beneath her writhed and wailed. She laughed, it was so pitiful. It had been so easy to catch, too easy. She liked the chase, the blood pounding through her veins, muscles rippling, paws kissing the hard ground rhythmically. Her grin instantly changed as the thing bit her. You bastard! How dare you even try to draw my blood! My blood is more valuable than your whole puny species! A hatred burned in her eyes. She smashed her paw down hard on it, making it let go of her. She snapped her jaws she around it's neck. Biting down slowly, elongating it's death. When the thing fell limp in her jaws she threw it to the ground. A sneer pasted over her face. She began to tear into it. The sneer quickly replaced by a manic grin.

When she was done blood coated her maw and her front. She wore it like a trophy as she padded back to the den. Her other siblings sat around. She sneered at them. Trust them to be crawling around pointlessly. She at least had some independence. She pushed her way forward, shoving her siblings out of the way. Her mother wasn't in just now. Brilliant. Time to have some fun A grin spread across her face as she strutted to one of the smaller pups. She grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, just like her mother used to do to them when they were very young. She draged her out of the den and threw her down on the ground. She kicked her a few times before the little girl scampered away from Lyre. Coward! The little girl ran back to the den, but Lyre didn't follow. She sat a about a hundred metres from the den, not wanting to be in the presence of cowards.