Ankoku

Ankoku has no memory of who or what she was. No recollection at all of the bus ride. Nor how she knew which forms to fill out at the hospital. Nor why her fingers twitched at the sound of sirens. She only remembered waking up on the edge of a scorched field, her clothes in tatters, her body burned—but healing. Always healing.

The hospital said she was lucky to be alive. The records said she didn’t exist.

So she started over.

She was "Ankoku Ryōken" now. Someone gave her that name when she couldn’t speak. She kept it. It tasted like something old, buried deep beneath her ribs. Like a thread to the life that she had once had, but could no longer really remember. A life that teased at the edge of memory and consciousness as if simmering just beneath the surface. Completely unaware of who she had been, that she was a demoness, of the powers she wielded or the centuries of turmoil and memories she carried within. She only knew she was different, but not how different.

Ankoku's physical characteristics include: green eyes, raven black hair tipped with dark pink/crimson strands, 40D breasts, and thick thighs. She appears to be in her early 20s.

Personality wise, Ankoku is the queen of sarcasm and enjoys a good joke. Even with a severe case of RBF, she's actually a huge flirt with a penchant for being insatiable. Ankoku is a bit more dominant around women and effeminate men, though it depends on the situation, because she can also be a bit submissive with the right person. She's also a bit morally ambiguous when it comes to sex, but that comes with the territory of having to learn certain social skills and things like propriety.