<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF">The demons have finally succeeded in conquering the mortal world. It had taken longer than expected solely because of the tenacity of the human race. Now that it is ended, several years pass and a new order is established. The final humans quivering in whatever holes in which they sought sanctuary are steadily being captured and sold into slavery. At massive auctions, demons bid on mortals to toy with and work 'til their death.<br/><br/>Of course, some immortals are much to busy to be trifled with attending these auctions, so they send proxies. What might at first have seemed a tolerable master was truly a middle-man for a very slow-acting executioner. Sometimes it's the other way around. The bottom line is that humans no longer control their own lives. </span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Rousalka (Rosa) Cadence<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>116<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gender:</span>Female (though she can change at will)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span><a class="postlink" href="https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQXZ9n69gFeHYlb_9amyl2AhHNiMnpQn6mdFae5T3GUqfvCWvWkpg">[ img ]</a>(only... with larger breasts)<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Other:</span>As a High Angel, Rosa was brought up to believe that she had the freedom to do anything she dreamed of. Perhaps her teachings would have been different had her parents noticed her lack of Angelic benevolence.<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>The beautiful weather up in Novus 6 was wasted on the impatient girl. Through some shady means or another, Rousalka had acquired the cloud island for her own personal use. She intended it as a sanctuary where she could pursue a certain interest; humans. Rosa had been curious about humans for the longest time. Some of them were apparently very satisfying company, whether or not a bed was involved. Yet, at the same time, they posed no threat as they were weak, short-lived creatures. She'd made up her mind to have one--to find out how they really were. This, and not the lovely sunshine and moderate climate, was why she was sitting outside at present. She was waiting for the proxy she'd called upon to fulfill his end of the bargain, and deliver to her a human.