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[hider=Physical Description]
Akira is a mostly humanoid demon, standing slightly over 6’3, her height accentuated by her fine posture. Her skin is the same rough black as a piece of charcoal, and her eyes glow a fiery red similar to molten lava. Her surprisingly soft and well-rounded facial features clash with her unnaturally sharp teeth, which tend to shine whenever she smiles. A plume of hair the same shade of red as her eyes runs from her head to the small of her back, which is surrounded by a pair of large black wings that fold almost perfectly into her back when not in use. A long, spaded tail protrudes from below her waist, usually resting alongside her well-defined legs. Her fingers are normally clawed, but she tries to keep them filed down when she can.

Glamoured, her skin turns from black to olive. Her eyes become a much more mundane shade of brown, and her plume of fiery red-orange hair is replaced by a head of black hair of equal length, which she tends to let fall behind her naturally. Her claws are replaced by short fingernails, and her tail and wings are completely hidden, though she generally hides them under her clothes anyways. Though she passes for a human and channels a decent portion of her energy into enhancing the glamour to cover senses other than sight, her disguise is ultimately cosmetic, and she can only manage to fool five of the six senses.
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[i][b]The Basics[/b][/i]
[b]Name:[/b] Akira Hazetaka (true name untranscribable to human writing)
[b]Age:[/b] 548
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Species:[/b] Demon

[i][b]On-Hand[/b][/i]
[b]Daily clothing:[/b]
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[*]A black textile motorcycle jacket, worn over a red T-shirt reading “Devils Never Cry” layered over a black, long-sleeved T-shirt.
[*]Typical jeans held by an unremarkable black belt.
[*]Black leather boots worn over a long pair of socks.[/list]
[b]Weapon:[/b] A curious weapon made of congealed hellfire. It normally resides in Hell, though she can summon it as either a longsword or a trident whenever she pleases.
[b]Equipment:[/b] Her jacket, fitted with a surprising amount of pockets of varying sizes.
[b]Extra clothing:[/b] One extra grey long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black jeans.
[url=http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8tdisZGJ51r3cbf4o1_1280.jpg]The set of armor she left Hell in[/url]



[i][b]Elementals and Abilities[/b][/i]
[b]Elementals:[/b] Fire
[b]Abilities:[/b]
Normally, Akira has the ability to both control the movement of air and ignite it as needed, but with a portion of her power dedicated to reinforcing her glamour, she can only create and control wind on its own. She can similarly use this control over heat to give lift to her normally insufficient wings, again, provided she isn’t glamoured. In either state, she possesses speed and endurance far beyond human limits, as well as a complete resistance to high temperatures.

[i][b]Companions[/b][/i]
Paxton “Pax” Gerelade

[i][b]Biography[/b][/i]

	Akira was born out of the many, many conflicts of the 15th century. Perhaps “born” would be a misleading term, though. She had no true parents, family, or childhood to guide and distinguish her growth. She simply appeared in Hell one day as normal as any other, and those stronger and smarter than her decided her task based on her own strengths. Due to her ability to traverse any plane of Hell astoundingly quickly, she was almost exclusively tasked with carrying and delivering all manner of things; resources she wasn’t allowed to use, information that she wasn’t allowed to know, in addition to any other odd jobs that could be assigned. Essentially, a glorified imp. Not that she really minded; travelling around as much as she did kept her mind off of the more depressing aspects of her situation.

	But it turned out that Hell just gets boring after a few centuries. To her, at least. She was smart enough to know that she was too weak to climb any higher up the hierarchy. And as human technology and culture advanced, word of it began to trickle down from those lucky enough to leave to see it. She sought out this information wherever and however she could, the subject of humanity interesting her now more than ever. She wondered what it would be like to see it for herself, decade after decade, until one day, she encountered something she’d never seen before in any of her travels: A glowing circle on the ground, adorned with figures she didn’t quite understand. A voice spoke to her from it, in a language that she did understand. It asked her a few questions about her home and her kind, which she answered tentatively. After a while, she was asked if she wanted to leave. She hesitated, wondering if she had anything left to lose. Shrugging, she threw aside whatever cargo she was carrying at the time and nodded, and was whisked away to another world.

	Though she actually wasn’t quite sure what she would do with her life in the human world, the man who pulled her into it, Paxton Gerelade, insisted that she stay and tell him more about demons and Hell. She agreed, partially because she felt indebted to him a chance at life “up above”, and partially because she was interested in learning more about the art of fighting known as demon hunting. Despite Paxton’s glamour allowing him to pass for a human for the most part, she has much more trouble getting a job, and has delegated herself to both keeping the apartment in clean and working order alongside being Paxton’s partner in crime.
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