<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong>  Demona, The Pleasure Fiend<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>  6000 years old<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong>  Full fledged, fully formed succubus.  (Details to follow.  Hint, think Constantine.)<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>  <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://images.wikia.com/iostyss/images/e/e4/Leto~.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Bisexual<br/><br/><strong>Former Gang:</strong>  The Maidenhood<br/><br/><strong>Gang Position:</strong>  The Ambassador/the Drug Alchemist.  Her advanced age has allowed her to learn much about modern drugs and her powers as a succubus allow her to work nearly anyone over into seeing things her way.  Nearly anyone....<br/><br/><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong>  Her body alone is all the weapon she needs.  Even so, she has a rather wicked fetish for whips and chains and the skill to employ them with deadly efficiency should she ever need to.  Normally she uses such weapons during her 'playtime', but regardless she also has two jeweled daggers on her slender hips, loving to see the life leave her prey's eyes when she's right in their faces.<br/><br/><strong>Additional Skills:</strong>  <em>You'd be surprised how much a skilled hooker can learn from clients while in the throes of passion.  So it should come as no surprise how much I learn to use to my advantage in just one night.</em><br/>Demona, also known as the Pleasure Fiend, is one of the few true succubi that haven't had to force their way into a human host to work her particular brand of hellish magic as so many other demons have before her.  There's a reason for that but for now, know that she can shape shift to any female or near female form she wishes, can employ a variety of drugs for various effects for the pleasure of her clients who she 'negotiates' with for the Maidenhood, and has power over pheromones from both men and women alike, regardless of sexual experience or lack there of.  Her fangs in her upper lip and the stinger in her whip like tail also holds a potent aphrodisiac venom that in men forces the production of semen to almost unbearable levels with just one painless sting/bite which is a conduit for her soul stealing power which in turn feeds her hunger for soul energy when they climax in or on her.  She can feed from women as well but it requires more and closer contact to have an equal effect.  She doesn't mind though.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>  Demona is the ultimate negotiator, or so many have said.  She is utterly charming, alluring, sexually driven, and isn't afraid to speak what is on her mind.  She is a demon and has the wisdom and cunning of her species with countless years of experience to fall back on.  Few have ever said no to her repeatedly, if at all, and the few that do she finds only the utmost respect as long as they show her the same thing in kind.  Intelligent and a very, VERY hands on person, Demona is a force of nature in the underground gang wars that keep the gears of Middle City turning.  She's also the grease in many plans that tend to fall through the cracks when opponents try to outwit her or overpower her, only to end up bound in chains and beaten, tortured, and punished in every imaginable way she can think of before having the life sucked out of them one painful/pleasurable climax at a time.<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>  Demona was one of the few demons that Constantine, the legendary demon hunter and exorcist had not been able to find or defeat before she had clawed her way out of a human host, making herself physically manifest when she had finally succeeded where others had failed or had been stopped soon after they had.  When the start of the end of the world had been thwarted by the man's efforts, she had kept herself as far from him as she could because she was enjoying her time on Earth too much to risk such a confrontation.  All that aside, she originally joined the Maidenhood at its founding, and while she could have worked her way to the top, she preferred to be out on the streets, peddling the newest drugs she had created herself, as well as 'negotiating' favorable deals for her sisters in arms with every exotic being she ran into.  All that changed when she found someone she couldn't manipulate, the new leader of the Maidenhood after the old one left.  She was totally ruthless and uncaring for any of the demon's advances or her ideas, preferring to regulate the succubus's actions to simply fucking everyone the woman wanted her to, pumping them for information as she did.  It wasn't that which bothered her because Demona would be the first to admit she was a whore of Hell and she loved every second of sex she could get with any being, regardless of what they were or what their preferences were, (for the most part.)  It was the simple fact she'd been discarded like so much trash that got under Demona's supple and soft flesh which was just as malleable as clay.  So, one day she decided she had had enough, packed up her lab of goodies, and left it all behind for greener pastures, to put it one way.<br/><br/><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> </div></div><br/>((Awesome posts so far I say.))<br/><br/>Demona, despite being a demon from Hell in the literal sense of the word, happened to love Earth and all of its spoils.  All the booze, all the drugs, all the sex and the variants there of she could possibly imagine.  Of course then there was the wonderful music, movies, literature, and all those wonderful people of all races she got a chance to meet and greet and fuck senseless when the mood struck her.  It wasn't often that it didn't, but that was another thought for another time.  She grinned, looking herself over in the mirror above the dashboard.  Her current form was a work of art in her opinion, but on the other hand ALL of her forms were works of art, every detail tended to and sculpted until she was a living goddess in seemingly mortal form.  She chuckled as she pushed her ample breasts up in her leather corset and matching black dress before mentally fixing a few stray hairs subconsciously which currently was midnight black in color and hung down her hourglass figure in a dark waterfall of ebony.  She kept her demonic form hidden most of the time, but she didn't keep it a secret to those that asked what she was.  Everyone that got near her immediately sensed her otherworldly power which was akin to being stroked in one's most private of parts until arousal kicked in.  One's willpower to resist was the only true defense against her, and even then it wasn't a guarantee they could outlast her forever as she licked her full blood red lips and winked one sea green eye at her reflection before climbing out of her very beautiful car which she had parked in the same secure garage that another had pulled into earlier that night.<br/><br/>Wearing knee high fuck-me boots that were reminiscent of a bondage mistress's favored shoe style, Demona swayed her sensual figure from side to side like a snake as she walked into the club, immediately turning every head towards her as she walked.  She loved all the attention her unholy power brought with it, but she didn't look at any of them.  She had been invited like most everyone else had been.  She knew this place wasn't owned by anyone last time she had checked, but it still intrigued the drug alchemist and ambassador to no end who had formerly worked for the Maidenhood until their current management had managed to do the impossible.  She had pushed the demon woman away, a feat in itself the first time alone, repeatedly since for some reason the bitch in question hadn't liked Demona at all and had restricted her movements in the city to a simple whore where she had been made to pump clients for information to be used against them later.  They never caught on, and the sex was normally good, but it was the fact that she had been pushed away and all but ignored for all that time that had finally made her decide to leave her sisters in arms.  Even for her, a demon from Hell, leaving them all had been hard since she had made some strong friendships back at the hideout, but it was best for everyone she moved on before she ended up doing something she would regret later.  Just because she was a demon didn't mean she couldn't care about people, it just took time for her to build such friendships was all.<br/><br/>All that aside, Demona sighed heavily and found her way to the bar, her good mood killed as she thought of the past.  She waved the bartender over and spoke for the first time since walking in.  "Jack Daniels on the rocks, hold the cum."  The response was quick and without thought as the man chuckled, a bit embarrassed and not to mention flustered at such a response but he got the very beautiful woman's order after he was done with a few others first.  Letting her gaze sweep across the room, Demona's eyes did focus on Charisma and Zero briefly before moving on, not seeing too many people she recognized from here as she turned and grabbed her drink a moment later.  She savored the taste as it burned down her throat, warming her insides pleasantly as the ice cubes that were in the drink clinked and clacked together against the glass and her perfectly white and straight teeth.  She moaned softly and felt her good mood returning, a black briefcase appearing by her feet which was full of her goodies.  Pill bottles, syringes of different colored liquids, even a few ol fashion rags and liquid filled bottles which were intended to be inhaled rather than drank directly, although she had a few of such items as well in her enchanted briefcase that was an extra dimensional space pack, capable of holding far more than it appeared capable of.  Wondering who might approach her first, she did turn down a couple of advances by the same orcs that had been pestering Charisma earlier that night, turning in her bar stool to look at the crowd as she continued to savor her glass of Jack.