Name: Rea Maycroft<br/>Age: 17<br/>Height: 5 feet<br/>Appearance: She is small, her petite frame hiding the danger that she was. Pale skin and bright blue eyes, made her stand out in the darkness, strands of raven hair falling to her waist. She tends to dress differently, depending on her mood. In a fight, her eyes become blood red. When she calls upon more of her demonic side, she has a small set of black, bat like wings, small, twisted horns appearing at her temples.<br/>Personality: Calm, cheerful. She can be playful and friendly, though in a fight, she is savage. She is dangerous when cornered, deadly and violent. She doesn't like to fight when she doesn't have to, but will if pushed.<br/><br/><br/>The small woman hummed to herself as she wandered the streets that night, her mind at peace. The seventeen year old always seemed to find the night relaxing. Then again, she tried to keep to serene, peaceful areas. This night however, seemed to lead her to a roof, her eyes on the scene below her. A slayer using a man at bait? She glared slightly, setting her bag down as she stretched her arms over her head, yawning slightly. That man wasn't going to be around much longer, and she wasn't speaking of the chained young man.<br/><br/>She moved along the roof, making sure to get the slayers attention. The small girl seemed harmless, dressed in a pleated, plaid red skirt, a white blouse tucked into it. She wore a loose, large red bow around her neck, the top two buttons of her shirt undone. Over that, the black, oversized cardigan seemed to dance around her as she rolled the sleeves up. She smirked a bit, hiding, watching as the slayer came onto the roof. He didn't last longer, her eyes becoming blood red, nails turning to claws as she ripped his throat in a swift strike. She giggled a bit, licking the blood from her hand as she grabbed her bag with the other.<br/><br/>"Well, time to free the captive." She said, jumping down from the roof, landing gracefully. Rea watched the man at the post as she came closer, the blood red glow from her eyes fading as she walked closer to him, the small woman still licking the blood from her hand. "You must have done something to piss off the slayer." She mused, thinking as she looked at the shackle that held him.