Molly
Molly is the more modest and less bloodthirsty of the two. When she's 'fighting' she is all business, otherwise, she's all play.
Alias. Well, I get called Host a lot. My Inhabitant refuses to use my name.
Age. 19
Gender. Female, thank goodness. I'd hate to share a body with someone of the opposite gender, after all.
Height. Taller than many males actually. I'm six foot, three inches.
Build. Lightly muscles and athletic
Species. Human
Personal History
The worst of it happened when I was seven. There was this girl, who lived right across from where my street began. We played a lot as kids, since we were the only girls our age in the neighborhood. Normally, she was definitely in charge. I didn't know she came from a long line of demon hunters. I also didn't know I lived on this fault that kind of blended the demon and human worlds.
I mean I had seen shadows and shapes, and even actual forms sometimes, but I always wrote it off as my imagination. Mine has always been active enough it was a believable excuse.
One day, she just sort of...died.
No one was certain how. The doctors said her heart failed.
Heart Failure. Isn't that how most of us die? It seemed empty.
It wasn't even a week later that my best friend and I felt this rush of power, and suddenly those vague shapes were much more clear. But only when we were together. Clearly our imaginations were just too strong, right?
So what if we could now call up these shining balls of energy in our hands. Obviously, it was just pretend. People couldn't do that.
My Inhabitant is right. We were little fools.
We didn't have our roles figured out yet when the attack came. A week was not nearly long enough to figure things like this out, not when you were seven. And I always was a protective, if precarious child. It was horrifying this blood covered face launching attack after attack at my friend and I. I defended her the best I could.
When we finally stood still, to make our stand, words began to tumble from our lips, and our hands formed these shapes I still don't understand. I think the words sounded like nonsense to both of us.
But whatever we did, it got rid of the scary face.
As we explored our new powers together, that was the last we thought of it.
Even though we had discovered a rift in our world located directly under my friend's home, and underneath the train bridge near my house, we blew that first attack off, thinking nothing of it as we learned to harness and attack with the strange holy magic.
It wasn't until I 'joined' some friends in trying to call a spirit to talk to them from the Otherworld, at the tender age of thirteen, that the reality of the attack set in. I fully intended on foiling this groups every move you see. After all, they didn't know, not really, what they dabbled in.
I lost an entire day of time that day as Karato took my body over for the first time. I was told later I grinned wickedly evilly, before dropping to the ground and convulsing. Immediately the girl's ran from the locker room we had commandeered for this ridiculous act and to the teacher who sent one of them to the nurse as she did what she could.
They couldn't do much of course. Demonic energy and holy energy were never meant to reside in the same body.
When I finally regain control of my body, my best friend was there, her hand on her wrist as she funneled divine energy into my body. My Guardian, a spirit I had engaged only a year prior to guard me in my nightmare plagued sleep, had successfully fought off the attack with my backing. And I had struck a deal with a demon.
I told my friend, whom I owed my life, of the deal I struck, trusting her to help me insure it was followed. I would have no choice but to keep my body in peak physical condition, something I did anyway. And I would learn how to better use my holy powers, rather than simply brute forcing my way through battles. In return, my Inhabitant would cease all attempts at holding my body.
Unfortunately, I would have to pay a steep price for this. My Inhabitant was allowed to have complete control of my body each week for up to 48 hours total. If my Inhabitant had any need of my body past this, as long as it didn't interrupt my education or training, she could certainly use my body as she saw fit.
Primarily however, the body would remain mine. My Inhabitant would not be allowed to make any changes.
I only learned my Inhabitant's name the summer before I went to college. Her 'brother,' apparently the youngest of a large amount of siblings, contact me. He would see to my combat training from now on, though I would continue to seek a tutor for my holy powers and learn how to use them.
My task in life is clear. I must rid our world of the demon menace.
But what happens when that menace starts become your friend?
I guess when you strike a deal with the devil, you learn the price far too late.
Karato
Karato is quite the opposite. Highly bloodthirsty, she keeps herself in line by reminding herself what happened last time she allowed her instincts to rule. When she is fighting, she is all play but otherwise, she's fairly serious.
Alias. None. I need none.
Age. Piss off! It's not polite to ask a lady her age.
Gender. Have you taken a look at my chest lately?
Height. How should I know! Do I look like I regularly stand next to a ruler? Taller than you, you effin midget.
Build. Lithe, graceful, perfect. Say anything else and you'll wish I barbeque'd you first.
Species. Demon, thank God. though I'm stuck in this measly mortal shell.
Personal History
Karato comes from one of the most feared and largest demon families in existence, though she does not know this. She only vaguely recalls encountering resistance in the form of a human girl, before her mind and body were blown away.
Two weeks later, she appeared as a spirit, seeking revenge though she knew not on whom. But recalling the little girl, she sought out the learning place for human children and targeted two little girls who appeared to be around the same age.
A mistake!
These two untrained and untried girls were tiny powerhouses just beginning to grasp their potential. And as she focused her attack on one of the children, she didn't notice the other step up to the plate and take it.
Nor was she expecting the retaliation!
Black.
All she knew was blackness and formlessness.
Nothing was real, nothing existed. Not until she felt he warmth, the calling.
Someone wished to speak to a spirit.
Karato came calling.
It wasn't difficult to possess the body of the girl who had slain her in spirit form. Keeping it was another matter as she found herself assaulted by both the girl's mind and another powerful spirit.
She may be a demon, but in this form she did not have the power of her demon body. And so she agree to a deal.
The human girl whose body she was forced to share would keep the body in peak physical condition and learn how to use her own clearly formidable holy powers. In return, Karato would cease all attempts at completely holding the body.
Karato would be allowed the body for 48 hours weekly though, and hold a major say in any potentially life changing decisions. Should she have any pressing need for the body, as long as it did not disrupt her host's education or training, or if she could clear it with her host first, then she may use the body
Primarily however, it would remain the host's body and Karato was unable to make any changes to it. Period.
The manifestations differences were small but acute, entirely in the eyes. Karato has ruby eyes and her host has sapphire.