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Name: Ira MacAlistair

Age: Time in the Inferno is convoluted, and it is impolite to ask a lady her age, no matter how heretical. She'd guess somewhere around two hundred years, if pressed.

Gender: Female

Species: Demon, Lesser

Abilities: Not too many that her fellow damned would cherish highly, but she finds them indespensible. Plays the blues like no other, despite not [i]technically[/i] having a soul. Is excellent with mental arithmetic, and knows her way around most modern technology. Fast reader, eloquent speaking, excellent singing voice. Quick on her feet and dexterous, but decidedly average in most physical categories when it comes to fellow demons. Intelligent and quick with a puzzle, good at finding information and being well informed. Excellent with money and has a good business sense.

Appearance: [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/3a/c2/82/3ac28255a14af0d22c593b8579414712.jpg[/img]
Other Appearance: A bee. Small, quick and un-extraordinary, though rather hard to swat.
Bio: Likes to say she has a waspish personality, though few in her acquaintance get the joke. Thrill-seeking, fun-loving and fascinated with things both immaterial and tangible. Prone to japes, good-natured jokes and general banter. Craves freedom and expression, hates most figures of authority and holds those she does approve of to exacting standards. Dislikes being told what to do if she'd not being paid for it. Loves teaching, enjoys interacting with students and watching her lessons shape them in some small way. Curious, inquisitive and precocious, she loves to know thing sand learn about all sorts of interests, though human history is the subject which has most recently taken her fancy. Plays most every instrument to some degree, though is a trumpeter and singer first and foremost. Highly values voluntary exchanges and trades, dislikes central planning.

She was born to a well-to-do family in an elegant circle of hell, and decided from an early age that she loved to party and both give and spend money. Her inherited fortune [granted to her when her sole parent, her mother, was staked by drug-addled Fae] did not seem quite as large as she had hoped, and turned half a century of her attention to maters pecuniary, building factories staffed by the damned manufacturing all sorts of commodities to be sold [with difficulty, thanks to infernal bureaucracy] to all fantastical species, from brass that is constantly warm to honey that will make dreams reality to jazz records imported from Humans. Her entrepreneurial holdings satisfactory, she spent the better part of a century painting the town red [a pun she has forever loved], but with her wild exuberance dimming slightly she sought new employment, and put her name forward for the recently-vacated post of Teacher of Economics at Valor High, her sights set on positions in the academic cloisters of Perdition or Oxford.

Other details: Teaches economics at Valor. Leads an extracurricular band for students. Can recite the alphabet backwards only with the aid of song. Campaigned for the ascendancy of Adam Smith to devilhood, nearly succeeded. Most prized possession is a trumpet originally belonging to Miles Davis, from whom she bought a soul in exchange for musical acumen. Still has the soul somewhere, though seems to have temporarily misplaced it.

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