The whispers grow long and the shadows grow tall, and in the darkness, a light forms "it is time" the voice says. Aeserith awakens, under a black pool surrounded by cooled obsidian. watching the bubbles float to the surface, she musters the strength to get up. Her senses clouded but decent enough to work out the chamber around her. Scientific machines lay about, servers lay in the corner, and there are dead scientists in the room. Alarm lights are spinning but it's quiet, as if they have been on for quite some time. She slowly tries to stand out of the pool but stumbles. She raises her hands out of the water, black nails drip with obsidian liquids, her nails seemed to have absorbed the color. She attempts to stand again, success, observing her situation she has no idea how she got to this place, but she can tell that it's not somewhere she is familiar with. On the walls there is a thick red substance, and a sword hilt, wrapped in a clear plastic substance like polymer. Aeserith feels.. drawn to it. She stumbles over to the wall, her bare feet and claws slap and click against the floor. As she gets closer to the sword there is a faint hum as if it recognizes her. She raises her hand to it, hesitates, then firmly, picks it up, a strange red glow emits from her hands and burns away the excess material, she observes the sword, a hefty blade yet she picks it up without problem. Finally as the excess material completely burns away, the second her warm hands touch the hilt, her eyes roll back in her head. Visions flash, a demon alter, a betrayal and a faint sense of duty. She is confident this sword is hers and realizes there is a symbol etched into the hilt, an angels wing with a cross with a line through the bottom. Aeserith looks at the sword for a moment but there is no blade, curious she taps it a few times... nothing. She thinks "I know how to turn this on I just don't..." before she can finish her thought there is a heavy banging at the door. On either side of the pool there are doors that are shaped, with flesh? Yet they bang and bulge like any door she has seen. BOOM BOOM BOOM and with the final bang, a bunch of smaller creatures, with a polished white head like bone but, corrupted, almost like their bones have been shaped into armor, and a blue underbelly and glowing yellow eyes marked with hate, followed by two larger creatures with polished white skulls and even thicker armor, four gnarled fingers soaked in a metallic red substance, as if their only purpose was to kill. They do not speak, yet they scream with a blood curdling hatred, like they know who she is. "Shit, that's a lot of... demons...?" She is unsure of what they are but she knows that she must figure out a way to turn the sword on. She shakes it, nothing. "Shit, shit shit shit." They close in and their mouths drip as if thirsty for violence, one small creature takes a leap at her, becoming impatient. She stands firm, feels a hot pressure in her breasts, and closes her eyes, channeling... fire? *VRSHH* A bright red blade etched in demon runes, perhaps an enchantment, bursts from the handle just in time to impale the demon. It slides through it's skin with ease, as if it were made for this. Aeserith grabs the demon by the throat and rips the sword through it's body. She shakes it off and goes into combat mode. Three more small demons charge her and she rears the sword back, then forward with all her might. Three separate cuts through the waist, as she resets her stance. The demons stop dead in their tracks, then their waists start sliding apart as their bodies collapse on the floor. The rest of the demons charged, clearly enraged by the thirst for the kill. Aeserith rears up, and slices through one demon, dashes forward, slices a bigger demon along the belly, yet he still stands, turning around she brings her sword up from the floor through another smaller demon that pounces. Too late. A demon rakes its claws along her side, yet it barely harms her bare body. She looks down in surprise as the wound burns away, fire replacing blood. She looks up again and the larger demons trample the smaller ones. As they go to strike, Aeserith dashes back and swings her sword at one of the larger creatures, lopping it's head clean off. With only two demons left and no signs of them stopping she prepares again. They charge her and she dashes towards them, landing a clean hit to the stomach of the larger demon, she grabs the smaller demon as her sword gets stuck, and strangely her hands heat up, burning the demon to ash and dust. Aeserith rips the sword from the stomach of the larger demon as it falls to the floor. She huffs and puffs, "Time to find some clothes or armor or..." She falters, in the corner of the room, under the observation of science equipment, she finds a suit of armor, and a helmet, but the armor isn't an older style, it is a combination, bright metal all throughout with a blue undertone, and chainmail wrapped underneath. A breastplate and a metal skirt with leg armor. The breastplate adorns the same symbol as the sword. She feels drawn to it as well, as she brought her hand up to the armor it too, hummed. Suddenly Aeserith feels the same searing warmth arise in her body. Visions of a white fox with a halo and white wings says "I can only help you so much, atone for your sins, slay them all." Aeserith is knocked back to her senses as an explosion rocks the facility. She puts the armor on and finds that it is strangely a perfect fit. Even the holes in the back for her wings have a perfect cutout for them. Instantly her body erupts in what can only be described as holy fire, blues and reds and oranges light up the room, but the fire has a black undertone to it, as if tainted. Her eyes spew flames to the side as she recalls that she has fallen, but when she has no clue and where she also has no clue. But she is set to find the cause of all this, and she will not stop until it is done. Aeserith is a red dragoness with wings standing at 7 ft tall wings extended, with a tan body, black obsidian claws, pawed feet and black tattoos on her legs. She has amnesia and does not remember her past but has a connection with it through her armor and sword, and a vision from a heavenly Fox, who goes by the name of Alveseria. That is all she knows, little does she know, she is a fallen dragoness, betrayed by heaven and sent to do their bidding. With her memory wiped she is unflinching in her resolve and leads many battles with people also trying to escape hell. She fights several battles commanding armies with ruthless efficiency. The threat of hell is unending, but nothing will stop her. (For casual purposes when she has time to relax, she can summon any clothes she wants but her typical casual outfits very between two, Printsream ravewear, covered when needed, or a black one piece dawned with her armor and chainmail styled for her tastes. She loves lingerie, labeled underwear, and dresses, and she is confident in her appearance. She has a heart for her friends, but she very much likes to hide her sensitive and vulnerable sides, like a wolf with a shy but big heart if she gets to know you. She loves raves, being sexy and vanquishing her enemies ruthlessly. She doesn't bite, much. ;)