(Picture drawn by me)
Kento quail
Age: (looks 16) age really unknown
Species: demon
Sexuality: Pan
Personality: crazy and childlike, Kento can be sweet at some points as well. Does not understand pain nor at all in others. She was abused when she was younger and her uncle punished her by sewing her eye shut. She can be protective over her friends as well.
Looks: above. She is normal height. She is pale and skinny as a hair. She's nimble on her feet and flexible. She cannot see our of her left eye.Backstory: was abused by her uncle and forced to be in pageants. She was 'rescued' by an organization that turned her into their own personal assassin and killer.
Looks when younger:Scenario: you are walking down a street late at night, minding your own business. You walk down an ally that rides up to your apartment, not noticing everything at first. You then see movement out of the corner of your eye and turn abruptly to look to see what it was. A man was standing there, his black greasy hair covering his face. Shadows seemed to shoot towards you and wrap around you, keeping you in place. He walked over, laughing. "Hello, little mouse, ready to squeal in pain?" He smiled in a crazy way. You stared at him, eyes fully of fear as you struggle.
He cackled more and tightened the shadows to the point you couldn't breath and everything began screaming in pain. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepared to be crushed. Then all of the sudden the shadows dropped and you hear a body drop to the ground. You open your eyes and stiffened.
A girl was standing on top of the man's body, pulling a long knife out of his back. A glowing blue liquid seemed to be attached to it and she let it drip into her mouth, licking her lips. "Soul collected and discarded." She turned her gazed to you. "Oh, I thought you were already dead."
You...?