∞Skills:∞Skills? I'm a demon. Everything I do is skill. ∞Shapeshift You thought I was your sweet mother? You were wrong. ∞Poisoning of the blood and veins ∞Fighting ∞Emotional Manipulation ∞Fire, fire everywhere
∞Lifespan:∞ Forever and ever. Immortal, baby.
∞Weapon:∞I am my own weapon, duh. ∞Fists and hands ∞Knives and swords ∞Necklace that holds power under control ∞Mind
∞Children:∞Ha! Me? Have kids? No way.
∞Relationship:∞I'm fine by myself, thanks.
∞Background:∞Get ready for a sob story. Katlynn was born as a regular human. She had a pretty normal life as a teen: parents divorced, brother always starting/finishing fights for her, and a little sister that just wanted to have a tea party. Then, everything changed at the age of 18. The house grew dark, and the yard was on fire and clouded with smoke. Her brother, sister, and mother were gone. "Mom? Jarris? Maybell?" She ran through the house searching for them. She went outside and was greeted by a familiar face. "Dad?" A smiled danced on his orange-lit dace from the fire. "Hey, sweetie. I think you should come with me." She shook her head, looking around nervously. "Where are they? Where's Mon, Jarris, and Maybell?" He took a step forward, and she took a step back. His features turned dark, and he lunged at her. Something in her made her push her hands out towards him, and all she heard was a roar and a scream. She opened her eyes and saw her father on the ground being burnt alive. Her hands were glowing with fire. "What?" Out of nowhere, a boy appeared and clapped his hands. "You finally found out your powers. It only took you eighteen years. Let's get you to Hell for your training." All of her memories were wiped, and now she knows who she truly is, what she truly is. She's a demon.
∞Acquaintance:∞ Satan has trained her. So, you guys have talked before.
∞Everlasting nightmare is what I prefer.∞
∞Name:∞ Katlynn Brimm Nixon
∞Age:∞ 18
∞Height:∞ 5'6"
∞Skills:∞ Skills? I'm a demon. Everything I do is skill.
∞Shapeshift You thought I was your sweet mother? You were wrong.
∞Poisoning of the blood and veins
∞Fighting
∞Emotional Manipulation
∞Fire, fire everywhere
∞Lifespan:∞ Forever and ever. Immortal, baby.
∞Weapon:∞ I am my own weapon, duh.
∞Fists and hands
∞Knives and swords
∞Necklace that holds power under control
∞Mind
∞Children:∞ Ha! Me? Have kids? No way.
∞Relationship:∞ I'm fine by myself, thanks.
∞Background:∞ Get ready for a sob story. Katlynn was born as a regular human. She had a pretty normal life as a teen: parents divorced, brother always starting/finishing fights for her, and a little sister that just wanted to have a tea party. Then, everything changed at the age of 18. The house grew dark, and the yard was on fire and clouded with smoke. Her brother, sister, and mother were gone. "Mom? Jarris? Maybell?" She ran through the house searching for them. She went outside and was greeted by a familiar face. "Dad?" A smiled danced on his orange-lit dace from the fire. "Hey, sweetie. I think you should come with me." She shook her head, looking around nervously. "Where are they? Where's Mon, Jarris, and Maybell?" He took a step forward, and she took a step back. His features turned dark, and he lunged at her. Something in her made her push her hands out towards him, and all she heard was a roar and a scream. She opened her eyes and saw her father on the ground being burnt alive. Her hands were glowing with fire. "What?" Out of nowhere, a boy appeared and clapped his hands. "You finally found out your powers. It only took you eighteen years. Let's get you to Hell for your training." All of her memories were wiped, and now she knows who she truly is, what she truly is. She's a demon.
∞Acquaintance:∞ Satan has trained her. So, you guys have talked before.
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