She is an experimental prototype 'meong' that was mixed with genes of those of a cat. She is very forward and quite devious. She is a well knowledgeable in mechanics. Details after her disappearance remain unknown, but she has reappeared.
A whole personalty could be written about before she became a sex slave, another afterward. Yet none of those matter much anymore now, after she was turned to a demon. -
Terra mixes hellion tactics with the sexual desires of a succubus, never quite fitting one role. She is very sadistic, loving to mentally torture people over physically. She seems to get energy and happiness from it, making her malevolent. She relishes in the thought of it and will constantly torture people for it. -
Unlike most demons, she doesn't get much out of inflicting pain to others. She is a masochist to herself, enjoying pain like pleasure. However, to others, she sees not point. She doesn't kill as well, seeing no point in random slaughter. Out of most demons, she could be considered a saint in a way... ignoring her evil mischievous ways. Oh, and turning the virgin world into demons. -
People who known her from the past or are shown to be one of her true friends will see a much different Terra. Compassionate, friendly, loving, and even protective. Occasionally she will be mean, but not to the extremes she likes to play with others. -
She is forceful and dominatrix like, taking charge in any situation. Even if she is not being sexual. Just because she doesn't like to inflict pain, does not mean she won't if someone annoyed her. She can be retributive and vengeful. -
What Would Sum Up Your Character In A Quote?: "Evil? Lies? I merely tell the truth. Nothing hurts more than the truth." -Terraa
Clothing/Equipment Human:Her clothing choices do change around, but she is normally in some sort of dress long enough to cover her tail. Wool gloves, socked athletic shoes, short T-shirt to show her bust, and beanie hat. -
Clothing/Equipment Demon: None. That is right. Nothing at all. She tends to be very naked.
In earlier ages, Terra grew up in a good family and worked to be a mechanic or mechanical engineer. She loved to tinker, work with machines, and mess with electronics. In one way, she was somewhat of a grease girl. She skipped going to college and decided to go into shipping mechanics, working for private organizations. Whether she ever regretted that, is undecided. -
When she was on the high seas near Indonesia, her shipment was attacked by modern day pirates. Taken prisoner, she was taken with most of the crew to be sold as ransom. No one paid for her because she never gave her name, the company neglected the whole crew. Instead, Terra found herself in the sex slave trade, assuming in Indonesia trade. -
During modern times, new techniques were being used to alter DNA and use stem cell research... in a much more dirtier fashion. Terra unluckily fell into the category for one such experiment. The cat hybrid sexual fetish, mostly for rich anime fans. She barely survived the experiment and lived through it. Her and one other. -
Funny how life can throw one curve after the next, she was bought as well as who she called her sister. They were bought by a demon. After much waited sexual torture and other less pleasant effects, she became a demon. She did not follow the traits of such demon perfectly, making her an odd hybrid demon that really doesn't fit into any situation. Her sister was lost to her, unsure where she had gone. -
One day, she was able to break the bonds of the demonic slavery and became a free demon. Much weaker than most of the major demons, she found herself on the run to not be bound again. No one knowing she had the unique ability to create demons so easily...
She smiled, slightly understanding the misinterpretation.'From whence?'
She kept her grin.'Sayyyyyyida?'
”I come the year of tomorrow, Altaïr Ibna La-Ahad. But I bet you know all about that.
She younger girl chuckled and dug her claw into the wood a little more, digging into the furniture.Ah, so your finally say your name. I knew you would get the hint!
She giggled and slurred the last word. ”Well, there is the possible case that you want where I was born. And ducky, I would say England. But if you asked me where I used to live. The sea. If you want where I now rest, well you and everyone else darling colour pie of mine.
She sighed and shook her head. A light sigh working on her face as she glanced over at the older girl.I think I spoke too fast...
”Yes, the British are in cohorts with the Americans. No, I am not 'from England at the time'. I am from no nation of this time. None. Zip. Nada. Null. Void. And nothing.
She giggled in retort.It is not difficult. It is merely different.
She spoke of herself as if older than what her age appeared. Or maybe long just isn't so much for her.I'm used to it, have for a long time.
”And now isn't 'Ibna La-Ahad' very appropriate now?
She smiled back at her and giggled.Yet you are no one.
”Or would you not be to the country your father lived in?
She looked at the older girl with a frown and raised brow.Didn't have to tell a little kid your life's story.
She suddenly grinned at the girl. ”Am I not a stranger? You talk in loops and only people who hide talk like that.
She grinned at her, laying her head down on the table and scratching it more. Eyes glancing up to stare into the girls face.Sometimes. Or possibly a curse.
”Very calm and collective. Any 'normal' person would of denied accusations, you avoided them. Why, hmm? You smell of someone trained.
She giggled.That was a half lie.
She giggled. ”Avoiding the accusation again. Trained in it. Trained like them Americans and British people... oh yes you're trained. If you want to hide better, you may need to shave a few layers of sensibility.
She mused over the facts she had been given, giggling lightly as she did.Okay hmm... not a liar.
”Okay, did you murder anyone?
She said with a small frown, almost implying something herself. Her dark blue eyes never stopped looking as her tail flicked. ”Tsk, least you regret it.
She giggled and shook her head.Human?
She laughed lightly. ”Would you be normal? Would you be perfect?
She giggled and shook her head.No woman either. Who is perfect? What is perfect?
”Does it matter?
She asked and watched for the girls response. Watching how she answered for any hints of direction. ”Yes, so why treat yourself like you are? A perfect person would not kill, after all right?
She asked smiling, tapping her finger on the table. Looking into her eyes. ”What about being immortal?
She giggled and raised her hand back and forth.Maybe.
”And if I said there were ways?
She asked and went back to scratching the table with her claw. Eyes intent and watching her excitedly. ”Why?
She smiled and nodded,Glass is half empty? Ah the pessimistic type.
Terraa said staring right back into the eyes. ”So before you commit suicide, did you at least sleep with anyone?
She starts twirling the finger. Her eyes never leaving the others.Oh right, I mean...
”Had sex.
Terraa suddenly asked with a perk of interest. Her eyes flickering with a new light as if she was amused now. ”Oh my, how old are you?