((Oooooh! Like dis one...))<br/><br/>Name: Demika Lock<br/>Age: 18<br/>Race: Human<br/>Gender: Female<br/><br/>Humming joyfully to herself and practically giddy from her accomplishment of becoming and ordained priestess of The Light, Demika walks the moonlit avenues of Stormwind. Her short blond hair done up in a bob behind her head bounces with her footsteps as her clear blue eyes rove the nightsky, she can hardly wait for her assingment in the morning to become a missionary in Booty Bay! "I knew I could do it! I knew it!" And just as her hands pump up in victory, the most vile and evil feeling of disgust creeps down her spine and makes her heart drop into her stomach in revulsion. With her head swinging from side to side, she gulps audibly.<br/><br/>"Oh Light.... Wh-What is this!?" With her robes fluttering around her skinny frame and barely handful breasts jumping underneath the silky cloth, she sets off at a run in the direction this evil sensation seems to be coming from. 'Alright.' she mutters mentally 'I'll find this thing... Dispose of it, and then...' A smile ghosts upon her lips as she imagines the praise in store for her at the idea that her first night as a priestess will be marked with the banishing of some evil creature loose in Stormwind! Just before she turns the corner to.... Whatever this thing is, she stops on the spot and hugs the wall closely, peeking around the corner. Her gasp is far too loud to go unnoticed!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>