Name: Lady Diamondback (Real name: Demonika Mikado)

Age:20

Gender: Female

Race: Demon-Bat

Class: Swordsman

Stat: Attack-6, Speed-9, Agility-3, Defense-2(+5), Magic-1, Strength-3, Stealth-1.

Weapon: Um, I dunno, I need help with this part!

Clan: I dunno!

Weapon: (You must pick a Level one weapon from the list on the weapons page, and post the stats of the weapon of choice)

Special Attack: Demons Fury: She rarely uses this attack just because she doesn't like getting dizzy. First she changes her stance so shes holding her sword outward pointed straight at her opponent. Next, she rushes them with lightening speed and pulls back her arms giving a full force stab. A shockwave is then sent through the sword blowing anything it touches to bits.

Description: She has a thin beautiful frame that looks decptively weak. She usually wears a revealing black kimono the shows off her left leg and right shoulder. When shes fighting she takes it off where shes wearing shorts and a tank. She has long blonde hair reaching to about the middle of her back.

Personality: She hates just about everyone and everything but keeps an optimistic face on all the time. She never speaks during battle and the level of her focus is unfathomable. She'll befriend anyone that comes her way, but she never really likes anyone.

Origin: She was born in a mountain village several miles from any other lands. She lived a happy childhood with her mother, father and the many friends she had in the village. Eeveryday she would help out her mother in their garden just a small ways away from the viallge and everyday they would be greeted with love as they came back home bearing the beautiful flowers they sold to live prosperesly. However during the winter the flowers died and to find fresh ones they would have to leave far from the village. One winter her mother had fallen ill and she was forced to get the flowers herself. It took many hours in the cold snow for her to get everything she needed but she felt proud of herself that she had done it all by herself. She began to return to her town and as she drew near she saw plumes of smoke rising above the mountains. She rushed home fearing the worst to find her village in shattered, burning ruins. The offenders had long since gone and the bodies of everyone she had known were now scattered ashes. She changed completely that day. She turned her back on the cold world that took away her family and friends and began hating everyone who tried to help her. She was only twelve years old on that day.

Sample RP: The cicle of goons and thugs became tighter around her as they brandished their rather large daggers. This happened just about every time she went to a bar after dark so she was used to it. She took a large breath of the frozen night air guided her hand gracefully to the hilt of her sword. As she slowly slid the silver steel from its sheath they began to back off slowly. She smiled coldly as her blade glinted off the pale moonlight. As she took her fighting position her demeanor changed in an instant. Her smile faded into a straight face of calm and cool concentration. One or two of them men, who were mostly unarmed ran off hiding in nearby alleyways to watch for an outcome. One of the men behind her made a step foward. His boot dargged across the cobblestone street softly. Almost as if the sound was a trigger she swirled around her blade singing as it sliced through the air. A scream of pain shot through midnight air as the swirling blade contacted the mans arm. Her swing did not slow as it sent the poor thugs limb soaring into the air giving a disgusting splat as it hit the ground in a pool of blood. The other men didn't bother to give it a second thought and ran off into the darkness on the verge of crying. Without a word Demonika sheathed her blade enjoying the quiet ring of steel on steel until it clicked into place. She took a glance at the crying man bleeding to deat hon the ground and fought off a burst of laughter. She walked back into the bar her heels clicking against the cold stone streets as the man lay there, his vision fading into blank, his limbs feeling numb and death overtaking him.

THE END

alittle more description would be nice