<a class="username" data-user-id="82" data-username="@Manaan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/82/">@Manaan</a><br/><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4da6">Gotham, a dark city, full of dysfunctional and psychopathic criminals. A city dedicated to capped crusaders and makeup slathered villains. A city which was all too perfect for a war loving pilot from the heat soaked country of Sī’oli Āfi.<br/>
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The blood red woman was currently cleaning her aircraft, it's sleek golden metal glinting under the florescent lights of her buildings underground bunker. A small blue cloth, dripping with soapy water, worked it way in circles along the aircraft's side. Most of the mess had come off, just a few stubborn blood stains from her latest escapade remained. "Maybe next time that damn penguin will realize, you don't play with the devil." The woman smirked as she tossed the rage back into the pink waters it had come from and flicked on the fans above the plane, letting the air dry her baby off. "Goodnight Hellfire, I'll see you tomorrow." The tall woman stroked back one of the prehensile tentacles that grew out the base of her skull as she hoped onto the evelator and headed out of her building for a bit of rough fun. Tonight was the night that she would finally grab, <i>his</i>, attention. That black knight, that dark prince. Tonight would be the night that Malgan Khuho, The Red Devil, would make that infamous Batman make a deal with Gothams newest devil.</span></span>