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Started December 13, 2018 by Deleted user

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Name: Aria Snowe
Nickname (if one): Dhiscord
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Short black hair styled un a curled bob, light brown skin with numbers inked to her skin along her wrists, golden eyes that turn red during times of anger or bloodlust, slight hourglass frame, 5’5”. Lips that are dark wine red and full, her canines are sharp and noticeable. Can very rarely be seen with burns down her cheeks ((Her tears burn her skin when she cries, leaving burns the shape of tear streaks, but they heal after a day or so))
Personality: Very sarcastic and mellow. She doesn’t care about much and it shows in her attitude towards…everyone. She smart and sneaky, always scheme just for kicks. Also, she isn’t very kind. Though she will never admit this to anyone, her mean stature comes from her bitterness towards her family.
Flaws: She’s has a hard time making friends and an even harder time trusting people. Has a habit of acting out of anger.
Perks: Very resourceful and quick witted. She’s strong and extremely relentless.
Background (Optional): She was a mutt, born into a breeding system of a family, people who were hand-picked to make the perfect specimen, or the most deadly. What her parents didn’t know was that she was the latter. So she was thrown to the side, grew up in underground brawls, fighting for cash and a name of her own. But soon, she grew tired of that. She began stealing and kidnapping, hijacking and murdering, becoming a wanted criminal and eventually a high level prisoner. Well, she escaped and her journey brought her to The Motherboard.
Role: Escapee from another dimension
Species/Magic Type: Demon
Physical Magic: Telekinesis
Soul Color: Red (Determination), Dark Purple (intelligence), Black (Evil) in this order))
How Does It Relate to Them (Remember: it doesn’t have to, but it rare that it doesn’t!)?: These aspects make her a successful criminal but also a resilient warrior.
Other:

Handcuffs and chains. Made of Ra’Manian metal. Not easy to break and resistant to rust. They had really gone all out on her this time, Dhiscord thought with a pleased smile.
Clank, Clank, CLANK! The chains when as she bashed rock after rock against the links until one final gave way. Her hands now separated, she could do a lot more damage, but she wasn’t entire free yet. With these chains hanging from her wrists others would immediately know she didn’t belong. She wondered if a warning had been sent before her, or had Ra’Maa decided to let her become the problem of another dimension. Honestly, Dhiscord couldn’t care less. She let the rock fall and she stood. The Motherboard… A dimension under kind rule, one that kept to itself. She couldn’t wit to get acquainted.

Fluffing out his greasy hair after a meeting with his fellow Gods, he stepped down a flight of steps to a series of portals. Of course, the other Gods lived up in the bright skies, with their fancy office complex and spacious rooms and kitchens. While Insanity was left to dwell in a laboratory area not so far off from the Palace. Insanity stuck his hands in his faded gray lab coat, then lept through a portal that took him to a quiet area near the back of the boardwalk’s resturants. He started walking, weaving his way happily through the people of Isla, ignoring the stares at his deep purple hair and eyes. He was not quite as tall as Graci or Neo, so he didn’t get nearly as many stares as they would.

Dhiscord stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. No sense in drawing attention before she truly knew what she was up against. She looked towards the direction of the palace and headed opposite of it, the last thing she wanted was to alert the royals. Keeping her head down for the most part, Dhiscord passed by unnoticed, thankful for the quiet at this part of the boardwalk, the tantalizing smells coming from the restaurants she passed tempting her to pause and devour a soul or two. But she didn't give into the hunger.

Just keep walking… She told herself before her eyes caught to a head of deep purple hair. Ahead of her, Bingo… she thought as she chose her victim out of the crowd. A random stranger would meet their doom today, or maybe tomorrow, it all depended on her munchies. Dhiscord licked the tips of her canines with a snake-like tongue and trailed behing the being.

Insanity felt inside his wide lab pockets as he walked, his bare feet hitting the bright brown wood with a satisfying plap with each of his heavy strides. He found something round and marble-like to mess with in his pockets as he walked, until it seemed to latch around his hand. Cursing softly, asking himself why the hell he has a Werynose in his pocket, he turned into and alley and whipped his hand out of his pocket. A tiny little monster, about the size of a snail with a hard, purple and gray shell greeted him. It had unlatched a giant mouth full of sparkling white teeth and sunk them into his hand. It didn’t hurt him, much, but it was quite annoying. He started to tug on it as he continued walking, sighing at it.
“Could you let go? A mortal will see us. They’ll mainly freak out at you, since your species supposed to be extinct.”

Dhiscord slowed to a stroll as the stranger disappeared into an alley and reappeared with… Was that a Werynose on his hand? Dhiscord's head tilted as she watched. What a strange ting to carry around, especially since the little devils weren't common, infact…. they were extinct, right? Shaking her head, she kept with the purple-haired one, her ears picking up on the words he spoke to the little monster.

A mortal? He spoke as if he wasn't one himself. Perhaps a higher demon? Or a demigod? Dhiscord smirked, she hadn't tasted demigod blood in ages.