"Can you still see the heart of me?
Name: Demonica Sterling
Age: 21
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Personality: She is a very demonic and destructive mistress, most can't handle her and/or be near her, as her aura and presence are to much to handle. Her mind is as tricky as Pandora's box and as wise as a sage, making the correct choices when they are needing to be made. Demonica also has a temper like nobody else's, an ethereal rage that works with her eyes. They begin to burn and change, as though a calm before a storm, turning red and destructive. At times her voice can fill the air with ice, as her mother was able to do before her. Be warned, weak slaves are not to mess with her.
Type of Mistress: Mistress Demonica, is one who enjoys a feisty slave, one who has a spine, so to speak, and is able to mold them to her will. She will not settle for less and rather the best of the best. The most ruthless slave that can be thrown at her, so she may break them, like the worthless piece of trash they are. She does not take kindly to males, as she hates them with a passion, even more so as she knew her true parents killer was male. Ever since then, she has not found a man worth anything, who can be even worthy of calling her by her name or even knowing her upon a grander level then that. She will treat women differently though, as she does not have much of a problem with them.
Biography: She is a wise mistress, born into poverty, at a young age until her parents died, when she was at the tender age of seven. Her eyes, witnessing their death at the hands of a mysterious intruder, who suddenly left her to be the only one alive, able to tell the tale and live in fear for her life. By that time the cops came around and took her to an orphanage, where she was soon picked up by a family, who would actually take her in. She was not being taken in for her pity, but because when her parent's died, she was left a vast amount of fortune from her parents life insurance.
The child began to grow, years passing and soon finding the house filled by people she did not notice. As she came to the ripe age of fifteen, she soon learned who they were...or rather what they were to her new found parents. They were known as slaves to them and nothing more then that, worthless and having no meaning within their life. At around the time, she became sixteen she walked into her New mother whipping a slave, hurting him for his misdoings as he screwed up with her. He was wearing nothing and was found bare upon a board shaped in the manner of an X, chained and suspended within the air.
"You seem to have screwed up once again slave." These words had escaped the mothers lips, cold and icy as though it made the room run cold. She then grabbed onto his piece, holding it firmly and pulling it outward. "You care to keep this I believe." She told him as he soon nodded, sweat glistening upon his skin, as he was panicking.
Demonica soon fell through the door, eying her new mother as a sly smirk had passed on her face. "How much do you know?" She asked her as Demonica was a bit fearful, but interested at what was happening. "Not much, but I wish to learn." After that, she was handed her first whip, learning until the age of eighteen when she collected her parents insurance. She then left on her own, making herself money as a mistress and owning slaves till the ripe age of twenty one.
Weapons: She carries upon her body a whip that she uses to torture her slaves and force them to bleed, an ever flowing river of red being unleashed from the victims body. She also is skilled with knives as well as other sharp objects, nicking her slave as she sees fit or using it to frighten her slave, showing she my cut them and what may happen if they piss her off enough. She will also use her knives in order to remove her slaves clothes, scarring them as they begin to think that it might be the end of it. She is also known for her thread and needle technique, sewing up her slaves, only to then burn the thread away. Punishing them, ruthlessly, if they even so much as scream.
Likes: She enjoys breaking her slaves and molding them as she wishes, having them follow orders and doing as they are told. She also enjoys the sight of blood, seeing it brings herself near close to enjoyment. Another thing she likes, is being entertained by her slaves, being kept occupied, you can say, and not left bored. If she is left bored, she will force her slaves to do her bidding and find a way of entertaining her.
Proffered Slave: As stated before, she loves a slave with a spine, one that will be rebellious and destructive with her. One that will mouth off to her and try to disgrace her, calling her good for nothing as a mistress and telling her she has no chance in hell of breaking them. She enjoys those who think that they are the best of the best, the untamed, the most reckless, the most destructive slave on the planet. It doesn't matter to her, she will destroy the slave as though it was day old trash and have it do what she wants from then on.
I would like to thank Bahamut Slayer for making my profile.
All of my agony fades away, when you hold me in your embrace."
