Solliel

The Little Demoness

• Vital Stats

  • Name: Solliel
  • Gender: Female
  • Nicknames: Sol
  • Race: Demonic Feline
  • Age: Unknown
  • Hair: Deep red waves that fell past her shoulders
  • Eyes: Blood orange
  • Fur: Light blue with red streaks
  • Personality: Sweet though can snap
  • Likes: Soft things, snuggles, cookies, being outside, bells
  • Dislikes: Cookie stealers, loud noises

• Description

  Something so conflicting shrouded the feline. Plush blue was streaked with red matching the waves that fell from her crown down past her shoulders. Pink wrapped about her chest with a matching floor length loin cloth skirt, black going round the edges also made faint rose patterns over it. Small black collar about her neck held a red bell so sensitive even her slightest movements caused it to jingle. Yet she got looked over by most thanks to those piercing blood orange eyes and large black ram horns that curled around tufted ears.

• Friends

  Falen Lionheart
  On an almost dead night at The Slave Market the two met, bordem having been the cause of them starting a conversation though it ended up lasting for hours, watching numorous others come and go, slaves and slavers alike. The lion was exceptional company to say the least. A slaver so he said yet she was yet to see him take an interest in any that passed through, instead she kept to lapping up the back rubs and good conversation. It seemed something more was begining to blossom between the two. If ever seen together they were always so sweetly snuggled together lost in conversation. As fate would have it, the two grew closer and closer the more time they spent together. And after an almost heart breaking moment the two were now together. Though whether things would work out or not only time would tell. Time has passed and it has been quite a while since she last saw him.
  
  Wes Seyvan
  Once more it was boredem that drew the little demon into seeking company and this time it was with a wolf. Granted he probably wasn't the one most would go to given his size but to her he was just a big snuggly pillow that she could, and most definatly intented to, laze about on and snuggle with. And as it were their birthdays were only 3 days appart to her great excitment.
  
  Lored Of Shadows
  Such strength and power had the demoness a little awe-stuck at first, though after luring her over with a bag of sugar cookies (of which she now guards) she soon learnt the panther was much more then first thought. Not only did they share a demonic bloodline but he was a mix of much more, twilight dragon included. And despite what most would call his 'scary' appearance, to her atleast, he was quite very sweet. The two were quick to form a bond and become affectionate. She felt safe with him, prehaps it was the shared bloodline and the power she could tell he had, or prehaps it was something else completely. Either way she knew his company was one she treasured above all else. However it seemed it wasn't to last. In light of recent events the two no longer seemed to be on good terms.
  
  Ren Mihashi
  A gentleman if ever there was one, the male wolf certainly was sweet to the little demon right from the start at her arival to the quaint little bar. Even surprising her with the story of his past, though it made her cring a little. Though they didn't spend very long together, friendship was given. After all the demoness didn't very much like being alone and she felt like she could almost trust him though the voices in her head just thought he was annoying.

• Biography

  [WIP]
  
  The youngest in a noble family of demons she was cast out for playing "nice" with the others. Though her family's darker natures still lived strong in the girl often talking to her like bodiless voices that only she could hear. The voices soon became her friends protecting the almost naive demon from harm though should a threat prove too strong they took over and eliminated the problem in true demon style.
  
  However life outside of the demon realm was mean to her. Without control of her powers, and those horns constantly drawing attention to her, she often found herself alone. Wondering about talking to the voices. And on the occasion she did find a place to call home it never lasted. The first moment something went wrong she was blamed and once again kicked out.