Demonic-Darkness

From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe

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Demonic-Darkness
Player: @Radiations Love
Origin:	Magic
Archetype:	Mastermind
Threat Level:	6
Personal Data
Real Name:	Ashleigh Jean Anderson
Known Aliases:	Ash, Fairy of darkness
Species:	Human/Werewolf (She thinks she is 100% human)
Age:	appears 18 (actually 100, thinks she is 18)
Height:	5'2
Weight:	115lb
Eye Color:	Bright blue
Hair Color:	Blonde
Biographical Data
Nationality:	'
Occupation:	Unknown
Place of Birth:	Founders Falls?
Base of Operations:	Unknown
Marital Status:	Dating Kindred Moon (Marcus Juntar)
Known Relatives:	Megan Anderson, Mother. Evie Anderson, Sister. Unknown, Father.
Known Powers
Demonic and darkness control (for now)
Known Abilities
Dancing, agile, unknown
Equipment
A whip handle?
N/A

Autobiographical Interview

“Life. It’s the one thing we all have in common, we all have one. No matter how perfect or imperfect a life seems be each share a common trait, life has fucked us over in some way or another. You might look at a rich billionaire and ask yourself ‘how has life screwed him over?’ well think of it this way…does his wife truly love him? Or are his kids unruly spoiled brats who treat him like shit? Life is cruel and unforgiving, but at the same time throws surprises at us we didn’t know we needed to truly open our eyes. An example being an unplanned pregnancy that turned a drug and alcohol using prostitute’s life around. This is where our story actually takes off, the story of how in a moment a life can switch from tolerable to uncontrollable. The drugged up, nearly alcohol drowned prostitute I mentioned earlier? That’s my mom; she’s now been clean nearly eighteen years and is the loving mother of two and wife of none. She worked as a dental hygienist until the dentist office she worked at became nearly bankrupt and was forced to fire her due to lack of customers. Then to top off the fuck you sundae with a ‘I hate you’ cherry, my six year old sister was diagnosed with leukemia. It seemed, life had taken a negative interest in my family… My name is Ashleigh Jean Anderson; I’m eighteen years old and am a senior at Founders Fall High School, although I rarely attend classes. I suppose you want to know what I do to support my family. I’m not proud to admit but I narrowly followed in my mother’s footsteps, starting at the age of sixteen. It was my first dance and the guy told me he would pay huge bucks if he was allowed to touch, well one thing led to another and I was pinned to the wall with a guy I had never met prior to this stealing my virginity. I was paid two-hundred dollars that night, he told me I could never charge that much again since I was no long ‘pure’ anymore…I proved him wrong, every dance after that, if it led to sexual actions which it nearly always did, cost two hundred dollars exactly. By the age of eighteen, I was making anywhere from two-thousand to three-thousand dollars a week, nearly every penny going to my sisters medical bills, the housing bills, or groceries. It was hard hiding this secret life from my sister, but I always managed to come up with an excuse. I never understood how all the money was being used, at least until I learned my mother was using again. It crushed me to know -I- was fueling her addictions, and I quickly put an end to it. I was forced to listen to my mother calling me a worthless slut, and it nearly broke me to the point of suicide, but I managed to stay strong knowing if it wasn’t for me my sister would die. I think that night ended up being the worst out of the two years I had been dancing. A hero I was dancing for decided he wanted more, and he easily got what he wanted, unfortunately he had no problems going as hard as he could and cracking my pelvic bone in multiple places. I guess from then on I had a grudge on the super strong hero types…mostly because I begged him to stop and he didn’t, not to mention the fact he left me there unable to move when he was finished. I almost started to believe my mom’s logic that all men were pigs. I guess that changed when I met Marcus, learned that not -all- guys are useless butt nuts. He’s a pretty sweet guy, and I’m finally getting out of the prostitution business, might even be joining his group…”-End of interview autobiography

The -real- life before...

This is the life Ashleigh thought she lived, and in all fairness she had. However, there was much more to it…her mother wasn’t exactly a prostitute but actually a greedy human who sold her soul to dark forces for immortality. Her father, whom she never met, was a werewolf who tricked Ashleigh’s mother in to having his child. When Ashleigh was born in 1911 her mother began her life as an escort. As Ashleigh grew older her wolf heritage became obvious when she first turned at the age of thirteen, this was also the first time she ever hunted. The sudden free and exhilaration was soon ended when her mother became frightened for her daughter’s life due to the sudden preparation of the city to kill the ‘evil’. Ashleigh was banned, with plenty of threats, from ever turning again. For the next three years the urge to feel the freedom once again burned inside her to the point she couldn’t take it any longer, going against her mother’s wish she turned. Ashleigh was nearly killed that night, the fear of death managed to sedate her near uncontrollable urge to let her instincts run wild for the next eighty-three years. It wasn’t until then that she finally turned again in an attempt to save her mother from a rapist. However, her attempt failed when the man placed a spell on Ashleigh to forever keep the animal under lock and key, altering her mind to make her believe she was an average (as average as a girl in paragon city can be) teenage girl, patching her mind to further fuel her beliefs that she had only lived a eighteen year life span. The sorcerer is now dead, and it is only a matter of time before the animal inside breaks free of its weakening restraints, only time will tell if being locked away this long due to fear and magic if it can still be controlled…