J'Kaira

(( WIP ))

J'Kaira's personality is very constant. She's surly, bitter, and cold. She's definitely not one for company, and has a very obvious distaste for people. She'll often be found leaning on a rail in the D, messing with her cybernetic arm or just staring at the ground. If she ever smiles, which is so rare some have come to think it impossible, there's always a sadistic element to it, and her eyes remain cold and angry.

J'Kaira stands around five foot, six inches in height and appears to weigh around one hundred and fifty pounds. The woman's most defining features are likely her pointed ears, cybernetic arm and steel grey eyes which only help to reflect the cold personality that lies beneath them. In J'Kaira's case, the eyes really are the window to the soul, if she even has one anymore.

If not for the lot she was given in life, Kaira might have had a chance at being normal. The girl was set up to be a monster from the moment she was born.

Kaira was given the family that everyone is thankful they don't have. From an incredibly young age, her mother emotionally abused her, every day giving her the scars that no one could see. Her father, drunk more often than not, made his work visible. Kaira could not go a week without being physically and sexually assaulted. She was shunned and ridiculed at school, no one ever thinking to ask about the scars that she would sometimes forget to hide. Even the teachers would shy away from her, possibly sensing the bitter hate in her, placed there by her parents.

After years of this tormented life, someone finally noticed. A boy in several of her high school classes, Charlie, approached her after school as she drew out the walk home as long as possible. With a warm smile, he asked if she'd like him to walk home with her. Unaccustomed to any show of kindness, Kaira gave a stiff nod, and continued walking. After an awkward silence, Charlie started talking. He wasn't invasive, but took a genuine interest in her. Still not used to this sort of treatment, she would stare at her feet, giving the shortest answers possible. This went on for a few weeks, and Kaira slowly opened up. She told him about her parents. Upon hearing what was done to her daily, the boy decided to confront her father, despite Kaira's desperate pleas against it. He walked up to her door with her, and knocked loudly, Kaira quivering behind him. Her father, beer in hand, opened the door, quickly sizing up the boy. In a quiet voice, he asked who Kaira's friend was. Charlie stood up a little straighter, introduced himself, and started trying to explain to him what a great daughter he had, and the life she deserved. He didn't get far. Kaira's father's face grew red, and he began yelling, "You think she deserves -better-?! The brat doesn't deserve to live!" He ranted incoherently for a few minutes, then, before Kaira could even tell what was happening, smashed his bottle on the door frame, and sliced it across the boy's neck. Kaira stood there in shock, before being gruffly ordered to clean the mess up before she suffered worse.

After losing the only person to ever show her kindness, Kaira became empty. She was a cold, bitter, shell of a person. When permitted to retreat to her room, she would begin practicing witchcraft. It started out as small, innocent spells. Making things float, learning magical runes. But she quickly progressed. Kaira became summoning spirits, and the occasional lowly demon. One day, she took a leap. Though still inexperienced, she attempted to summon and enslave a powerful demon. The magic was too much for her. Although she managed to summon the demon, she could not contain it. Enraged, the demon tore off her right arm, and within moments, overtook her. It fed on her hatred and bitterness, and soon suppressed everything that she was, completely enslaving her body to its will.

At first, parts of her remained, albeit hidden and slowly being destroyed. While her own emotions and hatred remained, she managed to persuade the demon to focus its attacks on her parents. With her new found strength and malice, she did everything she could to inflict on her parents what they did to her tenfold. But, her say in things didn't last long. Shortly after torturing her parents, the demon took off, taking full advantage of its new host.

Police were later called by a neighbor with concern about Kaira's house, thinking she had heard things earlier that day. They walked in to find her parents' faces hanging in front of the door, the rest of the house decorated by various entrails, but no evidence whatsoever to prove a culprit. In the coming months, they would find very similar situations, and remains suggesting malicious torture, but still no definite evidence.

Detective Russel walked into the precinct, ready for the worst. He'd gotten so many similar cases... Torture so horrific, it was hard to process. He knew who did it, of course, but she always managed to slip away, and cover herself up -just- enough to avoid being proven the culprit. The girl probably would have thousands of cases by now if she wasn't such a slippery little weasel. But, they'd finally gotten her. She'd kidnapped another detective. Detective Wilson, who happened to be Russel's partner. The thing about this one, she liked to strike as much fear as possible. Wilson had managed to tape her talking, just before she went to work on him. Surprisingly enough, she seemed to have missed the tape. When they finally found Wilson's... remains... the tape was there. And now it was sitting there, on Russel's desk. Odd that she had missed it. She didn't usually make those kinds of mistakes. Maybe...she wanted it to be heard? ...No, why would someone want that? With a shaking finger, he pressed play.

*the tape starts with a chilling voice, laced with amusement*

"Hm. This is odd. I'm in a bit of a talkative mood today. I think I might tell you about my last target. Nice enough kid, I guess. Parents loved 'im, judging by their pleas. Oh, get that look off your face, he wasn't that young. He'd had ten whole years to live, that's enough. So anyway. I get him, and the parents are all, 'Take me instead, my life for his!' That always makes me laugh. They think I'm going to spare any of them? I'm having too much fun. So I start in on him. First one's always the best. Got the biggest audience. Should I go into detail? S'pose I will. I decorate his face with glass, first off. Stick little shards in here and there. He looked real nice. After that, I took off his fingers. Figured I'd make his parents eat them. Everyone's screaming at this point, it's just so loud. You know? Come on, don't tell me you've never had those moments where everything's too loud to concentrate. I needed one less screamer. Split the kid's tongue right down the middle, then took it out. His parents, though... Sheesh, they were loud enough for ten of the kid. Now I'm on to little things. Not much, just the occasional burn, maybe a couple stabbings. Took his bottom jaw clean off, I like doing that. Oh, did I mention he's awake for all of it? Can't have him passing out, that's just not fun. Keep him from losing too much blood, and all that good stuff before I get bored and finish him.

"So now I'm at the parents. I think you'll like this part. I don't waste time on the dad. He'd been screaming the least, so I basically just gutted him. Took out everything. Didn't take long. I get to the mom, who's basically a puddle now, and here's the fun part. I string her up, then take the dad's skin and make her wear it. Woman's inside of the man this time, if you get what I mean. I leave her like that for a few hours or so, then do some nice torture stuff to her... Don't feel like being detailed any more. Here, I guess I might just show you..."

*there's a pained yell, and the tape cuts off*

"Knowledge is power, right? So, the way I see it is... The less you have of me, the more power I've got."

"Y'know what moment I love the most? That transition between someone begging you to spare their life, and begging for you to end it."

"I don't do puppies and kittens. Animals have that instinct to remain silent, not let on how hurt they are. But humans, they scream. Gotta admit, I'm a sucker for a screamer."

"Go ahead. Underestimate me. Makes it all the more fun to see the look on your face right before I rip it off."

As of today, J'Kaira is the demon, and only that, using the body of the girl it possessed. Whatever fragments of the abused, fragile girl she used to be have been consumed, and all that remains is the brutal, sadistic, cruel demon J'Kaira. The only hint of the demonic presence are her elongated ears, and her eyes, which have turned a very metallic silver. It is incredibly hard to discern what J'Kaira actually is, and only when severely enraged will Kaira show her demonic form, doing so only to those she intends to kill.