Name:
Isabel Scott
Age:
21
Species:
Human
Occupation:
Mid-Tier Illegal Fighter
Partner Name:
Nemain
Appearance:
Quite attractive to most people, Isabel, or Bel, as she has shortened her name to - stands at a somewhat tall 5'7". She has fiery red hair, a gift from her mom with eyes a bright green color. Her skin is a healthy, attractive color with a smooth complexion free of blemishes. She often wears some various forms of leather jackets with comfortable fitting t-shirts or tanktops and comfortable jeans. On her feet, she usually wears boots. Despite that, she has a few tattoos on her body, most notably the number '4' in roman numerals just under her left eye, and the tattoo of a sword on the back of her hand and the words 'Bua nó bás' tattooed on her shoulder. It's old Irish/Gaelic what have you, which is where she gets her ancestry from.
Threat Rating:
A-Rank
Weapons:
While Bel doesn't have any 'weapons' she has been trained in various forms of martial arts from a young age, much to her fathers dismay. She knows how to use them, and is quite physically able.
Personality:
At first, Bel would probably come off as cold, somewhat uncaring and aloof. Seemingly taciturn and serious, she doesn't particularly speak much to others unless spoken too first. Even then, she typically keeps her sentences short and to the point. This, has a tendency to make people somewhat wary of her seriousness. Doesn't help she tends to freeze if people start actually praising or complimenting her, or getting overly friendly either which can make some people think she doesn't appreciate it. She does, but she's too busy trying to reboot her brain to say anything.

That said, she is incredibly competitive, and any sort of competition be it fighting or any other test of skill, is just one way to get her to loosen up quite a bit. Levelheaded most of the time, it's also rare for her to lose her cool and panic in a lot of situations...except for those with heavy social interaction.

It should be noted though, she has a very volatile temper. After spending years and years bottling up her emotions, in order to play the 'perfect little princess', it sometimes comes to the surface in the form of mild annoyance or violent outbursts if she's having trouble doing something. She has an intense dislike for rules, regulations, and anyone trying to tell her what to do.
History:
Daddy's perfect little angel. That's what she was supposed to be. Perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect personality. Not to mention rich and fairly popular at school. Of course, such things often come with extremely high expectations not everyone can live up to and sometimes they tend to have negative effects on someone who does try.

Isabel is the daughter of a wealthy businessman who works for the upper echelons of the wealthy, elite, 1% if such a thing ever even existed. She was expected to be an example of a perfect little angel, and for a time she tried desperately to keep that image. All through high school she had perfect grades, kept a perfect track record with her behavior and was fairly popular with her peers. In all, she had a fairly good, easy life growing up if one simply took things as they looked on the surface.

In reality, she was afforded very little time for luxuries, or any sort of 'playtime' such as hanging out with friends, playing video games, or other such things. Instead, she had to focus on keeping her grades top notch lest she get an earful from her father and punished for it. The only source of stress relief and fun she had, was the martial arts lessons her father reluctantly agreed to let her have.

Her life continued as such all up until her senior year of high school, when she finally snapped. She had made a tiny little mistake, and it cost her a prestigious scholarship to some fancy university she doesn't even remember the name of. She told her father off, told him to go find his whore of a girlfriend, and to leave her alone before she stormed out of their apartment - but not before taking a large chunk of money out of his bank account which she did have legal access too and moved out.

It was about two years later when she was twenty she stumbled across the illegal Daemon fight rings, and met Nem. She never had much of an interest in the sanctioned fights since they were so...restrictive, but with the help of Nem? Well, this sounded like tons of fun.

Name:
AEGAEON
Species:
Daemon
Occupation:
N/A
Place of Residence:
Deep in the oceans of the Atlantic, is where AEGAEON makes its home. It often is seen frequenting the area around the Bermuda Triangle or the Celtic Sea. It is suggested it travels between the two areas whilst searching for food. It is easy enough to keep track of - it typically stays in each area for around two months, give or take a few days, before making its way to the other.

It, very rarely if ever, goes to land but it has on occasion has been seen clinging to cliff faces or poking its head above the waters near a shoreline and observing silently. Perhaps it has some curiosity of humans, despite its territorial tendencies.

Appearance:
The massive aquatic Kaiju resembles the crustacean normally referred to as a lobster and a crab, albeit much more monstrous. It's about twenty feet tall, with a body nearing an estimated 40ft in length and weighs nearly 10,000lbs on land, about a ton more than your average killer Whale. Needless to say, it is a large creature with incredible power. It has twelve legs, with the front two on each side having sharp claws able to grapple and crush anything within their reach, though its forward two are by far the strongest. The other eight, are used for mobility upon both the ocean floor, and if it happens to find its way onto land, for traversing such terrain.

It has a wide body at the front, with a narrow head like area with no visible eyes which eventually narrows out into a tail tipped with bony spines. Its exoskeleton structure is a dull, somewhat pale flesh color and is typically slick with some sort of mucous like secretion to help keep its body from drying out when out of land. Its claws and legs sport splotches of a sickly purple color, and are covered in small barnacles and some even have algae clinging to the sides of them. Its mouth, opens to reveal a horrifying maw full of countless teeth with three whip like tongues that have enough manual dexterity to even be used to grab things and bring them to its mouth.

At night, or when sufficiently dark glowing bio luminescence can be seen coming from its back, as well as its tongue.
Threat Rating:
KAIJU
Power/skills:


Personality:
AEGAEON, is well, a bit of a mystery in terms of its personality. It has had very few dealings with humans, but for the most part seems to at least keep to itself. It has the entire sea to itself, after all, so why should it trouble itself with humans? Those that have had the rare chance to communicate with the creature in some fashion, have found it to at least be tolerating of humans. While not overly friendly nor particularly...nice. It is highly territorial, and often times can be rather finicky. It does not like any other sapient being around it. Not without good reason.

As such, when it is sighted in an area people are typically advised to avoid it to make sure anything unnecessary happens, though if you leave it alone it will typically leave you alone. However, it has been shown to be quite hostile to people if it thinks they have slighted them in some manner so one should take care when around it. Some have likened its disposition to that of a grumpy old man, and there's a joke about it telling humans to get off its damn lawn.

History:

It's history is a rather...simple one. It came, it started living in the ocean, and aside from a few fishermen getting on its wrong side and it stealing their catches to feed itself it is mostly an enigma, It first seemed to crop up when the Daemons first started appearing on earth. It was first spotted by a rather unfortunate couple sailing that happened to cross paths with it in the middle of the nigh in the Bermuda Triangle.

Aside from that, it does not have much history to speak of, or at least it does not wish to speak of it. It seems rather old though.

Name:
- Isaac Mendez
Age:
- 23
Species:
- Hooman
Occupation:
- "That's kind of a hard question, y'know? Like, some say I move things around, other's say I just tell them things, it's complicated. Just think of me like the person you come to if you need something to happen around here, or need to know something."
Partner Name:
- Penemue
Appearance:
Sorry for watermark.

Threat Rating:
- C-Class? "B? Is that a thing?"
Weapons:
- Modestly-sized knife, usually infused with Penemue's power. Tries not to fight in general, but he's the one doing it if the duo gets themselves into one.
Power/skills:

• Extreme Agility: Simple. Isaac's dexterity is increased exponentially. Running, jumping, the works.
• Blink: Allows Isaac to teleport a short distance, around ten feet. Only capable if Isaac knows the destination or has sight of it.
• Infuse: Infuses the knife, increasing cutting power and adds daemonic energy, heing able to cut through most metals with little difficulty, and burn through other materials.
• Info Stream: This is Penemue's main power. Isaac sees most of his surroundings like a chess board, himself moving different pieces to interfere with whatever is going on. With Penemue's power, he can simulate most of the possible outcomes of these conflicts in his head, making the best decision based on whatever he's trying to do.

Personality:
- Simply put, Isaac is a little punk. He loves to see people's reactions to things, and wants to do what he can to get a rise out of people. His favorite thing is just mixing several different factors together to see whatever weird result happens. With daemons being in play, this is even better. Have you ever made two or three factions fight just to see the aftermath? 'Cause it's really cool. Due to this infatuation, Isaac has gone around in the underground circuit, knowing a lot of the bigger powers, and every time new blood walks into his part of the city, that's new strings for him to pull.

When in conversation with Isaac, he seems nice enough. Always animated, he has a sense of trustability as he talks- his voice seems confident, and his demeanor is light-hearted enough that there would be no real reason to suspect him. Assuming you know who he is, this is obviously not true. Everything the man says is calculated, the sense of confidence in his voice is genuine in the fact that he's telling you exactly what he wants you to know. The light-heartedness is so he can talk more and add details that can be important or not, depending on what he's trying to sell you on. The biggest thing is that he doesn't lie- he just talks around to get exactly what he wants.

History:
- If you ask Isaac about is background and where he came from, he'd reply with something along the lines of "I'm nobody, really." or "I'm not really anyone spectacular, I'm just from around here, y'know?" The worst part is, that's the truth. Isaac was born and raised like a normal kid from the middle-class of the city. He did well enough in school, and he had an average amount of friends. The only real difference is like a switch turned on in his head in high school. With all of the random events happening in his school and the varying reactions that he enjoyed so, what could happen if he started meddling about?

From this point on, Isaac devoted most of his time to learn about nearly every single person in his year, working from the top up. From causing the music department to stealing a different schools supplies to tearing apart some of the more obnoxious groups, Isaac messed with the entire class. However, as this went on, he started to make connections in the less-than-savory parts of the city to make things happen. One of these adventures caused him to meet Penemue.

A deal gone south, and Isaac was about to take a knife to the stomach. This was it, the end is nigh. Suddenly, a force rippled into his shirt and he was hauled backwards at a speed he thought was impossible. Using wit and a newfound speed, Isaac made his way out of the neighborhood alive, and landed with a thud in his home. There, a small cat sat, licking it's paw. "Hello, Isaac. My name is Penemue, and I believe I just saved you. Also, carrying you by the shirt was not easy. If we are to be acquaintances, I'd recommend a tattoo."

Soon after this, Penemue, the daemon, was residing in a tattoo on Isaac's back, and he was working his way up in the part of the town nobody wanted to be in.