Name: Penelope Martin

Age: 20

Race: Human... mostly.

Appearance: Penelope is a petite blonde with rather cute blue eyes. Physically, she's rather unremarkable, save for her palms, which are heavily scarred from ritual bloodlettings

Ability type: demonic

Equipment: A steel knife made with a silver inlay, used in rituals. She also carries a notebook that contains her list of already known spells, as well as variations and improvements thereof.

Personality: Penelope is a charismatic character with a flair for the theatrical. She loves to be noticed and be the center of attention.

Bio: Penelope was born in a bad part of Chicago, in a dimension where the existence of the supernatural was well-known. She looked on with envy as some of her friends started levitating objects, conjuring fireballs, and basically showing off all sort of cool powers. Yet try as she might, she remained stubbornly mundane. Until one night, two years ago.

She was walking home from her job working nights at a pawn shop when she was jumped. Two guys demanded her money, but when she handed it over, it wasn't enough. One of the men pulled a knife on her. Penelope wasn't sure if she was going to be lucky and they would just kill her, or whether they'd make her suffer further indignities before that.

She was angry. She was terrified. And all that rage and terror let itself loose in a scream.

Next thing she knew, the two men were writhing on the ground in unspeakable agony, black fire burning them to a crisp. Penelope was stunned. That was Hellfire. That was demonic magic. She'd never shown any supernatural capabilities, nor had any of her family. She called in favors from friends and spent long nights doing research, trying to figure out where she got this power. Eventually, she got an answer, and it wasn't pretty.

Somewhere in the dim and distant past, an ancestor of Penelope's had made an infernal bargain with the demon Anduriel: her soul for a child. This hellspawn's demonic lineage had been passed down through the ages, diluting each time, but never quite disappearing. All it would take was the right set of genetics and the proper circumstances for the power to manifest fully once again. Penelope had been the genetic marvel necessary, and the attack had fulfilled the circumstances.

This knowledge shook Penelope to the core, but she refused to let her ancestral legacy of evil define her. She sought out organizations dedicated to using magic to help others, and that led her to the SDF. She's a raw recruit now, and poorly trusted, due to the source of her magic, but she's eager and willing to do her part.

(Props if you caught the reference, by the way)