BASICS
"Once you look apon my face it will be the last thing you see."
-Nickname: The solders refer to Illian as Comander due to her ranking. Others refer to her as Lady Illian due to her Nobility though she dislikes this.
-Age: 20
-Gender: Female
-Rank: Arch-Demon
-Role: The second leader of the Tok'Nowe.
-Motivation: Illian has two motivations the first being the total destruction of the other races. She was raised from a child to hate them and destroy them. Her second motivation is protect her husband which she has been honour bound to do from birth.


APPEARANCE
"One must look attractive for to catch the attraction of an Arch Demon."
-Eyes: Golden yellow
-Hair: A pale almost white shade of blond
-Height: 6"0
-Weight: 130lbs
-Skin Tone: Illian's skin is a pale white, completely devoid of scars, though this is mainly due to her armor.
-Build: Medium build. Not overweight but not frail.
-Body Markings: The only marking on Illian's body is a red tattoo under her right eye.
-Description: Illian is the vision of demon beauty, pale flawless skin, muscular but not without curves. Her appearance has led to many of the female demons disliking her though she couldn't care less about thier thoughts on her. She possesses some degree of muscle mainly due to the heavy armor she wears in battle, but she refuses to lose her natural beauty for muscles as she may be deamed unattractive by Trinity.


MENTALITY
"If you even try to look the other way. I think I could kill this time."
-Quirks: Illian doesnt have many quirks but the few that she does have are obvious to those who have seen them. One example being running her hand down her blade when nervous in battle. Another quirk is lashing out at others when Trinity has angered her for she could never direct anger towards him.
-Fears: Illian acts fearless in battle but that is just a front to ward off others finding out her fears. She fears failing to uphold her duty of protecting Trinity, but more so than that she fears defeat. The fear of being defeated stems back to her childhood.
-Likes: Illian likes the usual demon things. Wading through the blood of her enemies barefoot, the smell and taste of blood whether it be her own or others, the thrill of killing, but more than any of that she loves to annoy the hell out Trinity because: "He is cute when he is angry."
-Dislikes: Illian dislikes many things. Humans being one of her most hated things. She finds them to be unworthy of her attention -- beneath her. She also hates the quiet, it hurts her ears and gives her a headache. She would prefer the screams of her enemies over silence any time.
-Personality: Illian has a noble stuck up nature about her when around other races. When around those of her own race, especially Trinity her personality is bubbly for lack of a better work. She enjoys to manhandle Trinity much like a "tom-boy" would toy with their boyfreind. She constantly reminds him of his shortness by patting him on the head, resting her chin on top of his head, ect.

Though Illian is smart, it is her strenght that is the most impresive and fearsome thing about her. The armor she wears most others probably could barely move in and the sword she wields, most could not lift. In battle she plays upon her strength, often charging the enemy head on. That does not mean that she doesn't think her actions through, she infact thinks of battle strategies often. These strategies often include learning the opponents level of strength and how much of her own to apply, so she won't kill them top quickly, as she enjoys toying with them as long as possible.



EQUIPMENT
"Would you like to be mark 300?"
-Armor: Illian's armour is a heavy suit of black platemail armor with a dress like robe exposed at the bottom.
-Casual Clothing: When not in her armour, Illian tends to be seen in a black and red silk robe.
-Carried Items:Illian travels light. She carries a small amount of food and a small flask of wine in a pouch tied to her waist.

-Main Weapon
•Name: Orion
•Type: Knight sword
•Made of: Black steel with ruby inlays throughout the hilt and blade[
•Length: The blade is 4 feet blade to hilt, the blade being roughly 3 feet in length.
•Weight: Approximately 34lbs
•Description/Info: Orion is a black steel knight sword with beautiful ruby inlay throughout the hilt and black itself. The ruby almost seems to glow in the sunlight and moonlight. There are 299 marks down the right side of the blade in a tally like fasion. These marks are the number of lives the blade has taken


COMBATIVENESS
"I will run you through!"
-Natural Talents
•Talent 1: Strength: Illian has an abnormal amount of strength, meaning she can move quickly in her heavy armor and swing Orion faster than expected.
•Talent 2: Endurance: Illian has high endurance and stamina meaning she keeps fighting for long periods of time.

-Skills
•Skill 1: Sword skills: Illian has been practising sword play since she was five years old making her great in close range combat.
•Skill 2: Survival: Being on the front lines from an early age has taught Illian how to survive off of the land and which plants are good for first aid.

-Weaknesses
•Weakness 1: Illian is honour bound to protect Trinity with her life. Which ends up as a burden in combat.
•Weakness 2: Illian's pride makes it almost impossible to flee from battle.



HISTORY
"My only happy memory is of Trinity."
-Life
•Martial Status: Arranged Marriage
•Family: Deceased
•History: Illian was born into one of the more barbaric war driven Arch Demon families. She had two brothers and a sister which were one year and two years older then her. When she was five her father put her, her two brother, and her sister into a pit. He told them only one of them would come out of the pit alive, that it was thier decision who would live. Her brothers and sisters were horrorfied by the situation, crying and screaming for help. Illian however just sat there quietly for the first day, when night fell she picked up a rock and beat her siblings to death. The next day her father came to pit finding the three of them dead and Illian covered in thier blood, the bloody rock still clinched in her fist. He lowered the ladder, climbed down and carring her out, the whole time telling her how proud he was. Her father then brought her to the dungeon of thier keep to be made their heir to the throne. In tradisional fashion her wings were cut off and thier house symbol was carved into her body, in her case right below her right eye. She never screamed out in pain, cried, or so much as flinched throught the whole process. She just sat there with the same blank espression that she had when they had found her.

The next day was an eventfull day for Illian. Her father started her train in the way of the sword. She showed promise even at her age, a sign that she would be a great warrior some day. That day Trinity was born and her parnets made a pact with his parrents for the two to be married, the two were married later that day. As she grew it became apparent that the boy would be frail. Her father doubled her training and started to tell her of how it was her duty to protect him. It was one of the only leassons her father ever taught her so she took it to heart. When she reached the age of thirteen her skills far ecceeded that of her teacher's, her father then knew she was ready. He took her with him and her mother to the front lines of the war to fight the Shemanali along side them, where she would remain until Trinity came of age to exceed his father, the age being fifteen.

In one of the battles her families unit was ambushed. Her mother was killed in the initial attack along with half of thier unit. They managed to escape but her father was gravely wounded and dying. Later that night at camp her father gave her his last wish, to die a warrior's death. Illian didn't show any emotion as she honoured the wishes, jamming her blade into his chest and watching the life leave his face. She then picked up his sword Orion and took command of the unit for the next seven years, fighting many battles and earning herself quite the list of kills. Shortly after Trinity turned fifteen she left the unit, making her way towards his kingdom, a kingdom that knew nothing of her.