Name: Danu Raven Nightshade
Age: She's not going to tell you!
Height: 5'7
Weight: How dare you ask!
Location: The pussycat angels club
Specie: Half demon
Specialities: Burlesque dance acts, stealth killings
Give us a little info about your character: Danu goes by her first, middle, or last name; it
doesn't matter either way to her. She was origionally a full demon, but a curse upon her changed
her into a half human. It was supposed to have turned her demonic side altogether, but she just
didn't have the humanity in her to be a human. She is immortal, though she will not tell anyone
just exactly how old she is. She works for a group called the pussycat angels; a sexy dance
group that specialises in burlesque dance routines. When she is not working, she can be employed
as an assassin, as she specialises in stealth killings. She has a unique fighting style that
ninja's have tried to copy for centuries, though she sometimes uses dark chi.
Her mortal ally is the raven, and her feathered friends are happy to help her whenever she calls.
Sometimes though, she will just kill and cause destruction for the fun of it!
Anyway's there's the char, now for the story!
Danu slipped behind the heavy, red velvet curtain as the stage lights dimmed. The crowd had been great tonight, though the pussycat angels always had a full audience.
She changed out of fishnets and corsets, and slipped into something a little less comfortable- a figgure hugging dress.
She waved good night to her dance mates, and headed down the stone steps into the dark night. She almost hoped a theif would jump her, it had been too long since she had made her last good kill, and employment had been low recently.
There was a good tavern down the street that she often frequented, and would do so tonight.
The moon was high in the night sky, and her heels echoed off the cobbled stones. She had a slight sense of de'ja'vou, but that wasn't really unusuall. She had, afterall, walked down streets like this, and nights like this, for centuries.
The bar was just beggining to fill when she entered, and she recieved a few
whistles as she sashayed past some men and up to the bar.
"Anything hard."
