Shallana

There was a stirring outside, almost sounding like fighting, and then the door was pushed open, revealing the grinning lass of 5'2", ruby red eyes that drew you in, an almost childish beauty on her face that made her seem trustworthy, then you looked further, and closer. That grin revealed sharp fangs, much like a vamp's, and she had horns, like a ram's horns circling her temples, blue-black hair fell to just past her shoulders, messily pulled back in a ponytail. Then your gaze moved down, to that busty chest held in by a dark purple, leather corsette. Then there was the belt resting on those perfectly molded hips holding up a dagger on her left hip. Then there was that tail shifting its hold on her waist, it was blacker than her hair, seeming to suck the light from around it. Then the gaze would drop further, to see what other surprises this lady had, showing strong thighs, and then her feet, well, hooves to be exact, like a horse's hooves. Though try as you might, all you could see was how wonderful this lass was, she was gorgeous, everything a man could desire, and everything any woman would wish to be. Hooves clopping noisily as she wandered towards you, those eyes a dark crimson as she leaned forward, allowing a very good show of her cleavage. "Do you like what you see?" Her voice soft and seductive, merely laughing as she walked off, that deep red leather skirt barely hiding anything, and after a little while of looking around, she disappeared in a flash of black flames.

That's Shallana for you, isn't she lovely? She's a tiefling, with demon blood in her veins, but her demonic ancestry isn't that old, not yet. She's not exactly evil, just misunderstood in her playing, she loves to play. Her passions, oddly enough, are reading and watching. She doesn't hold much hate in her, not even hate for the fools who called her evil and whatnot. She simply avoided them. She knew about most of the gods, she did grow up with priests, and she doesn't respect any of the gods, feeling they abandoned her long ago. She did hold much respect for dragonkind, and of course, for the tana'ri. She doesn't know her mother, she just knows the people who raised her, priests of different orders who had taken off for one reason or another, and found themselves with each other. So she learned much of the gods, and grew to love her books, and she found she loved people. She did learn after awhile, that her father had been at most half demon, at least he was a quarter, it explained why there was a sense of darkness around her. She can easily manipulate fire, and often does for lack of something better to do. She's very adept with magic, and will do anything for a little bit of chaos, including going to the point of angering her favorite lover, which would be the one who lived long enough to have her more than once. Well, the one she bothered to appear for more than once, she doesn't kill her prey anymore. She's currently on a quest to avoid her demonic father, hating the way he's always there, very rarely will one see her in her true form anymore. She works at the Cathouse Saloon, I bet you can guess what she does there.