<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/04/Clarissa_Rue_Langford_Human_Thumb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Clarissa Rue Langford (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=149383.msg7186321#msg7186321)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Alleys then Gehenna<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Jack, Ariel, Highborn, Others<br/><hr/>Clarissa Rue Langford was a mysterious being, clouded in shadows. Few did not know of her, yet no one knew her. As one of the last Black Dragons left, Rue was a sight to behold, inspiring awe and terror. As far as she knew, Rue was the only one in Middle City. Dragons on their own were rare, but the higher class of dragons was even more so. Although not entirely common, one could still expect to see a few lesser dragons transform (or Turn) before their eyes. But to see a Black or White dragon Turn was said to be a once in a lifetime event. To see a White dragon was said to bestow luck and good fortune. To see a Black dragon change was supposed to bring death and despair.<br/><br/>Rue was both feared and revered, respected and suspected, loved and hated. More rumors surrounded her in Middle City than there were murders in a week. Each story was worse than the last. She tortured small animals. She destroyed an orphanage full of children. She defanged scores of vampire and neutered dozens of werewolves. She plucked the feathers off an angel and burned a demon beyond recognition. The rumors of her strength and size said she could sit on all of Middle City. A single step caused earthquakes. A sweep of her tail created tsunamis. A single flap of her wings caused hurricanes.<br/><br/>Of course no one had seen any of this happen. The funny thing about rumors: they were rarely true. But real or not, they instilled fear in her enemies regardless. And fear was a very powerful thing.<br/><br/>Somehow, someone managed to track down the shadow. She had been given a message. That a person named Marchosias wanted to offer her something. Just by the fact that he had managed to track her down warranted her investigation. According to the invitation, the location of the meeting was Gehenna, a safe haven club that Rue had heard of. She had never visited the club, but knew of its infamy.<br/><br/>Rue took her time getting there. She was already past the designated time, but she wasn’t worried. For a timeless dragon that was still considered a youngling among her kind, rue had all the time in the world, and was in no hurry. The thought that she might be making someone wait never even crossed her mind, though she probably wouldn’t have cared even if it had. She traversed the alleyways towards the entrance. Even rats and alley cats fled before her, knowing the predator that lurked within.<br/><br/>She wore a black trench coat (http://i1325.photobucket.com/albums/u639/xfallenfeatherx/alexander-wangfall-fashion-models-runway-590sd02132010-1.jpg), covering most of her body. Black knee-high leather boots (http://www.mycolorfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/01/Burberry-Leather-knee-high-boots1.jpg) covered her feet with tight black jeans tucked in. her top was a black and red halter-corset (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=11366780). Her wings, horns and tail were gone. She found it a pain to deal with holes in her clothes during half transformations. Normally she would be confused for some kind of demon, with her leathery wings and large horns: a mistake that usually annoyed her greatly. She was no demon, no fiend of Hell. Rue was something far more majestic.<br/><br/>The dragon finally arrived at her destination, a metal door to an abandoned warehouse in an empty and dark alley. Rue prepared herself for dimensional transport and opened the door. A few steps in and the door clicked behind her; as it did, she felt her stomach do a flip and her head feel fuzzy and light. A few steps later, and feeling back to normal, and Rue arrived in darkness. A few blinks later and her eyes adjusted to the lack of light. There seemed to be a fight going on. Rue’s first thought was to ignore it, but it didn’t seem to be a normal bar fights. For one, the club seemed unusually empty. Two, it was an unnatural darkness more so than just a lack of light. Three, she couldn’t discern a single employee in sight. Not to mention, she didn’t know who had called her here exactly. The only way to get answers seemed to be to stop the fight.<br/><br/>Looking around, the club seemed large enough to hold her Turned at a considerable size. From what she could see, the fight was between a high demon, pure angel, lycan and a haunt. As she looked, the haunt slunk away, probably from an injury, and the darkness left with him. Rue blinked against the sudden brightness. With the ghoul gone, that left the demon, angel, and wolf. The former seemed to be ganged up on by the other two.<br/><br/>Rue’s skin turned black and her clothes seemed to melt to it. Her skin hardened like armor as her bones cracked and shifted. Her wings sprouted from her back as her tail grew from her spine. AS she grew bigger, she fell to all fours. Her figure became lean muscle. Spines popped up down her spine and horns ripped form her skull. Her face elongated and she grew claws and her hands and feet. She continued changing and growing until she filled most of the club’s space. This took just a matter of less than thirty seconds.<br/><br/>Without knowing who the culprit of the fight was, Rue reached for the lone demon. She pulled him away from the other two. Her clawed fingers wrapped around his body, small compared to her. She held him tightly, keeping him away from the angel and wolf. She didn’t exactly know that she had picked the bad guy; she just didn’t feel like balancing on her hind legs to grab both the angel and lycan. But luck would have it that she ended up picking the right one.<br/>