after-canon: | :demigirl: | :d3m0n: | :tribeless: | :escaped
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part of Project Kontororu
| A Risen Demon
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| Background
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| Creator
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spero
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| Infobox Art
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n/a
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| Code
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spero
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| Aliases
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demon
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| Trait
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type here
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| Element
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type here
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| Color
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type here
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| Animal
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type here
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| Song
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Demons -Imagine Dragons
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| Character
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| Age
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unknown, presumably nine
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| Gender
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female/non-binary
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| Orientation
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type here
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| Occupation
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type here
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| Tribe
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type here
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| Goal
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type here
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| Residence
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type here
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| Relatives
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type here
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| Allies
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type here
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| Enemies
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type here
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| Likes
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type here
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| Dislikes
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type here
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| Powers
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jolts the nerve cells, which creates a temporary paralysis, or, if the shock is strong enough, could possibly kill.
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| Weapons
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unknown
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| Love Interests
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type here
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| Quote
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We started with a RainWing. We assumed the idiotic, lazy tribe would pass on its traits to the monster.
We couldn't have been more wrong.
It was a blunder on our part, to assume that nurture would carry on in genetics. The Storyteller warned us. He said that the RainWings were a powerful tribe once. That power lies in their genes. We assumed the RainWings were just lazy. We were wrong.
RainWings are naturally feral, we have learned.
genetics are a strange, wonderful, and horrifying science Shades of gray. Beautiful, yet horrifying. Pale, pale gray is its body, like water. The underbelly is only a tad lighter. Darker is its wing membranes, translucent and shadowy. They flit about, like shadows seeking to hide. Pure black eyes, so deep you can lose yourself in the void. The only thing left of her RainWing body that its egg was supposed to give is her fangs and spine. Rounded and small, aerodynamic is its gray spine. Hunched-over and small, trying to hide from the intrusive glare of the world, threatening to expose it.
It is cleverer than we thought. We thought using a RainWing egg as a base would result in a dimwitted, powerful one we could keep under our thumb. We weren't expecting it to be so... bright. Our animus did not reveal most of his enchantments after all. It learns too quickly. It was a parrot for a bit, repeating every word and phrase it heard. It learned speech within a month. Somehow it knows how to write and read as well. It knows far more than we thought. It’s far too uncontrollable for its immense power. It’s feral, wild. It acts like a wildcat, dangerous and threatening. The only way to deal with it is to bind it with rubber-coated chains, as it’s “power” can be conducted by metal. It's too dangerous for a first attempt.
