Name: Nadia Leonhard
Age: 19
Birthday: April 20
Gender: Woman
Species: Demon (Wrath)
Career: Member of the Rosales Gang
Appearance Description:
Petite would be a good word for Nadia. Tiny would be another one. 'Still big enough to kick your ass' would be her own choice of description, and she'd like for you to remember that.
Nadia is four feet, ten inches tall and yet still manages to somehow be lanky in build, as if she'd been meant to be even shorter and was stretched to her current height. The shape of her body is practically a set of straight lines from her shoulders to her hips; while she technically has some manner of a developed bust, her usual habit of wearing baggy hoodies makes it impossible to tell most days. As for her limbs, they're proportionally on the long side and a little bit spidery with how thin they are, elbows and knees with a sharpness ideal for giving someone an unpleasant jab when she's displeased with them.
Much as she hates it, though, she does have some facial features that could be called pretty. Even without her demonic nature stopping her aging, she would have been cursed with a babyface for many years, with full lips and big, dark brown eyes surrounded by long lashes. Her pointed nose and downward-angled brows push against the impression slightly, the latter giving her a default expression akin to a pouty scowl, but some could claim (out of earshot, if they value their health) that that just makes her look cuter, depending on their tastes. The blonde hair does her no favours, either, the straw-coloured strands falling a little past her shoulders when let down but usually pulled back in a short ponytail.
What does work to Nadia's advantage in looking properly intimidating are her obvious demonic features. She doesn't have horns (and she's sensitive about that), but there's no mistaking that thin, whip-like tail that is often lashing behind her like an angry cat's, its skin colour transitioning from the pale fawn tone of the rest of her body at its base to charcoal on the sharp spade at its tip. She's also lucky enough to be a variety of demon with bat-like wings, boasting a ten foot wingspan when they aren't folded against her back; her outer wings are much like her tail, matching her body's colour where they attach to her shoulder blades and slowly shifting to charcoal at the tips, while her inner wings are a deep crimson.
Smaller details also present themselves, like the fact that her teeth are all distressingly knife-like, and each of her fingers is tipped with a long, sharp, claw-like nail that is naturally charcoal-coloured. And if you get her furious enough to go into murder mode, those big brown eyes of hers turn solid red, with no visible sclera or pupils, and glow brightly.
To call Nadia fashionable would be a lie. Her clothes are usually baggy and shapeless in dull, grey tones, at least a size too big, with the holes made for her tail and wings an afterthought. She looks like she's trying to hide in them, as if she could just duck her head down through the collar like a turtle in its shell. That's what it all is, really, a barrier, a way to keep others from reaching out and touching her; she'd probably wear spike-covered armour instead if such a thing weren't so horribly uncomfortable and impractical. The fanciest article of clothing she wears are her boots, made of black leather with thick soles that make them good for stomping on toes and for making her look that little bit taller.
Personality Description:
Nadia is a bomb constantly looking for a place to explode. To find her genuinely calm is difficult, and she tends to come across as being irritated by the mere existence of everyone and everything. Her emotional state is a constant slow boil, hovering just below the level of losing control of her temper and ready to spike up and go berserk at a moment's notice. The only time this goes away is when she is simply too tired to be angry, which often requires a deliberate effort to exhaust herself.
Approaching her is responded to first with heated glares, then to profanity-laden orders to go away, leading to physical attempts to remove those who don't understand 'no.' She has a default distaste for other people, and it doesn't matter how nice the one trying to interact with her is being, because she also doesn't trust other people; the friendlier someone is, the more she's certain that it's only a matter of time before the ulterior motive comes out, or they stab her in the back for funsies. There are exceptions, as she's more likely to give others of a demonic nature and those associated with them a chance, as well as young children, but the first time her tentatively-offered trust is broken, they don't get any more extra chances.
Needless to say, Nadia and authority are not known to get along very well. She hates being told what to do, what not to do, and especially that she can't do something. She will often do things motivated purely by spite, and she has spite for days. She loathes to be judged on appearances, to be underestimated, to be treated like the runt, and she will prove others wrong or die (repeatedly) trying. She refuses to be shamed for anything about herself or hide who and what she is, and if someone doesn't like it, they can get lost or talk to her fist.
All this focus on rage and loathing does make it a little hard for Nadia to deal with other emotions, though. She has the capacity for affection, but it tends to come out in a bit of an odd manner. Oh, she'll tell someone she likes them, that she considers them a friend, that she's attracted to them, or whatever else if outright asked, but it's the showing part that trips her up. For a lot of people, it's really hard to tell that she means it, as she's just as grouchy and irritable with them as she is with everyone, and she shies away from most physical contact. Doing them favours is paired with a roll of the eyes and a grimace regardless of whether she's the one who offered, and gifts are given with an air of 'whatever, here, have this dumb thing,' regardless of how heartfelt they are. Shows of gratitude can be pried out of her, but some can't help but see her words of thanks as sarcastic even when they're anything but.
Don't ever doubt her loyalty, though. If Nadia cares about someone and truly believes that they care in return, she will focus all of her considerable ferocity on keeping them safe. Her capacity to feel remorse for her actions is lacking, which means that she has no problem going straight to assault or murder if that's what would protect her loved ones and make them happy. Too few people are worth her love, in her mind, that she can't afford to lose the ones she has.
Of course, there's also the fact that she enjoys attacking their enemies. As the pretty little sadism bow sitting on top of this hate-filled package, asserting her superiority over others with pain and violence gives her rush unlike any other, and is well on the way to becoming an addiction. She fights like a wild animal, all teeth, claws, tail, and wings lashing out in a frenzy, mixed with punches and kicks. Harming and killing from a distance just feels too detached and impersonal, not nearly as fun, but she'll do it if need be.
Still, she's not an indiscriminately violent person, as there needs to be some form of provocation for her to let loose with the murderous rampage. She'd rather keep bystanders getting caught in the crossfire to a minimum, even if some people seem intent on getting in her way when she's in full rage mode in an attempt to stop her. Intentionally targeting innocent people disgusts her, and she refuses to become a bully who preys on the weak.
Powers/Species Abilities:
Royal Demon
Immortality
Regardless of a number of mixed feelings on the subject, Nadia is eternally linked to her father's domain in Hell thanks to her royal blood. If she dies from any cause, she'll reform there none the worse for wear, and be back on Earth within the week as if nothing happened. That doesn't mean she doesn't feel the pain of each death, which can leave its own non-physical mark on her, but she's too reckless to let that stop her for long. When she dies, any physical body left behind bursts into blue fire and burns to ashes, and she appears in Hell afterward by stepping out of a similar burst of flame.
Nadia's body also appears to have locked into its current form in response to her demonic features manifesting, leaving her looking as young as she does now no matter how long she goes between deaths. If she were careful, she could keep going on for centuries without succumbing to something. But she won't be. Of course she won't.
Take The Heat
Heat and fire are a natural part of Nadia's being, and so she can not be burned by it, short of it having some kind of explicit anti-demon magical properties. She will never overheat, and doesn't even sweat anymore. In fact, she is drawn to sources of heat, prone to curling up next to them or draping herself over them even on the hottest of summer days. As a contrast, she hates the cold, easily catching chill in the cooler months; she's not coldblooded (her body temperature is actually higher than a human's, if only by a few degrees), but boy does she shiver and bury herself in layers of clothing as if she is.
Ice and cold-based magic hits her hard because of this, all but the absolute weakest of spells able to give her instant frostbite, with stronger spells easily able to render her immobile. She has no power over heat and flame of her own to counteract this, the only fire she can summon being the automatic ones conjured when she dies, making these magics all the more dangerous.
Demon Wings
Nadia has wings, and can manage to glide on strong enough air currents if she jumps from a high place. Her bat-like wing configuration, and some extra steering ability from her tail, gives her decent ability to maneuver in the air, but she still can't truly fly, lacking whatever inherent magic that would allow the skill. It's still reasonably useful, though, and it makes for a great view of the city if she uses a tall enough building for her take-off.
Holy Weaknesses
Being a demon of something of a Christian-based sort, she and holy objects do not get along. Holy water will burn like acid on her skin, and crosses will leave behind deep burns of their own if she touches them for more than a few seconds. Bibles don't harm her on contact, but hearing a believer read from one will spur an instinctive flight response.
She can step into churches and onto other holy ground, but it's highly unpleasant, giving her a feeling of pins-and-needles all over her skin and a severe case of nausea that increases with every minute she spends there; long enough, and she could pass right out, and the longer she's out before being removed from the offending location, the longer she'll stay ill after the fact.
Exorcisms, for their part, are extremely painful and likely to be fatal. They may even keep her body from burning and delay her reforming as a consequence, though they'll never stop the process permanently.
Being Of Wrath
Burnout Avoidance
Stress normally has all number of adverse effects on the body, effects that Nadia, as a personification of Wrath, doesn't have to worry about. She can be in her near-constant state of anger and not suffer the physical health problems that would normally result from not allowing herself to relax.
Nadia also has an, in general, high amount of stamina, rarely properly tiring unless she spends upwards of a full day significantly exerting herself. If exertion were kept light, she could go days without sleep if required. She's practically a tiny little perpetual motion machine of fury.
Rage Resonance
Nadia has a connection with the sin of Wrath that manifests as a twisted sort of empathy, causing her to feed on and reflect the anger of those around her. The more angry those around her are, and the more angry people there are, the more she finds her own temper threatening to boil over. If someone is specifically angry with her, this becomes all the more intense, her becoming a mirror for their irritation with, rage for, or outright hatred of her that consumes and replaces any emotions she may have felt for the person on her own.
Nadia can also use her own anger to affect someone else, but this isn't a power she has much in the way of practice with. If she makes physical contact with someone, she can force her anger onto them, sending them into a state of white hot fury. She can't control what target the resulting rage ends up being, though good timing and the right choice of words may help guide their train of thought in a direction she wants. The strength of this ability is dependent on how angry she is at the time; she can't affect anyone if there isn't any anger of her own to draw on.
Berserker Mode
If Nadia completely loses herself to rage, this is what happens. All of her physical abilities are amped up, tripling her strength and agility and causing her skin to thicken to offer a level of protection roughly the same as leather armour. Even when damaged, she doesn't register pain until after the mode wears off, turning her into a relentless combatant.
Unfortunately, Nadia doesn't think while in this state. She will pursue a target, usually the one who pushed her over the edge in the first place, with complete single-mindedness, continuing to attack, or try to, until they are removed entirely from her presence or are either rendered unconscious or dead. Obstacles, if presented, will be met with attempts to either smash through them or jump/climb over them without the capability for any more complex problem-solving. Once a target is taken down or has escaped, she will turn on the nearest thing she perceives as a threat and apply the same behaviour to them, so on and so forth until the area is 'safe.'
The problem is that something as small as making a loud noise, moving too quickly, getting too close, or even standing taller than her can be seen as a threat. Her friend-or-foe recognition is shaky at best and nonexistent at worst, though those she knows especially well might get away with not needing to immediately play dead to avoid her wrath if they're cautious enough. Luckily for everyone, Nadia can only maintain this state for a few minutes and it's one of the few things that leaves her instantly exhausted upon its end.
Biography:
(Involves emotional abuse and bullying, including bullying aimed at sexual orientation.)
Nadia is not one to smile when she recalls her upbringing. As she puts it, "It says something when your year in Hell is the highlight." Asking her about her mother, in particular, will make her grind her teeth, as she was born to a human woman who never forgave Nadia for the inconvenience of her very existence. She was the sort of believe that keeping the child fed, clothed, and with a roof over her head meant that she was doing her job and anything else, like offering any sort of affection or comfort, were frivolous extras that took away from her time for enjoying herself.
School was no help. She was rapidly singled out by her peers as strange for varying reasons, often for not knowing things that she apparently 'should,' and was tormented relentlessly for it. She was awkward, didn't know how to express herself properly, and when it all came bursting out in a screaming tantrum out of frustration and desperation, she became the 'problem child' in the eyes of those around her. Attempts for school staff to talk to her mother about her behaviour, of course, only turned into her mother berating her being such a waste of other people's time.
The message, to Nadia, was clear. With each group that would scatter when she came near, with every child that would wipe their hands off in disgust if they accidentally touched her, with the later years when the gravest insult to give someone was to say that they had a crush on her, she was told that she was worthless, and no one with sense would ever love her. She was the punchline of a joke and nothing more. And adults? To them, she was problem to foist the responsibility for onto someone else, like a game of hot potato. Someone should do something about her, clearly, but who that 'someone' was was never the one who agreed that something should be done in the first place.
Still, she did manage to be tolerated, here and there. Maybe she would have called those who tolerated her friends, if she'd been slightly more optimistic, but a few rounds of having that hope stomped on rid her of it. She grew older, turned seventeen, and developed a crush on one of these tolerating individuals, a girl with dark hair who had a pretty laugh and who always came to school wearing hoop earrings that she would always give a dramatic sigh before removing for gym class.
The problem was, Nadia made the mistake of taking a leap of faith and telling her, and had her heart torn out in response, followed by the former object of her affection telling everyone who would listen that Nadia was gay. Furious, Nadia cornered her and a few of friends, and when her heartbroken shouting was met with mocking, something snapped.
That was the day that Nadia's demon features manifested, and she fell into a berserker state for the first time. All she remembers is the colour red, and the distant-sounding screams of the girls. She's told they got away with only a few claw marks, and she still isn't sure if she's relieved or disappointed by that.
Regardless, that would be the last time she would see her tormentors, her school, her home town, or her mother again, because her father had found her. Well, one of his servants, anyway. When she came to, she had the wings, tail, and other features she has now, and was in Hell, specifically the domain of Wrath. To say that there was an adjustment period to finding out that she was a literal demon, along with being told that she was the daughter of a demon prince, was an understatement, but there was a part of her that itched to embrace it.
She hadn't been worth anything to anyone as a human, after all, so maybe it'd be better as a monster?
The fact that she was a daughter of Satan certainly made Nadia popular, which was something she definitely wasn't used to. She explored her new abilities, beginning to enjoy the rush that came with sinking her claws into something and tearing it apart. Any scoffing at her size, or the fact that still looked a little too human, was met with violent outbursts that well-suited a Wrath demon, outbursts that were now being encouraged rather than shunned.
But it couldn't last. It seemed that she wasn't quite good enough to stay, or at least that's how she interpreted the announcement that she was going to be sent back to Earth. To Manta Carlos, to be exact, where she could walk around as she was rather than pretending to be human. Apparently there was a cousin of hers there who she could be of use to. In other words, she was being saddled with a babysitter, despite already being nineteen.
Fine, then. She'd meet this Klaus Rosales and join up with his gang. It wasn't as if she had much choice in the matter, did she?
Additional Information:
-Is one of Hell's Little Hellions
Age: 19
Birthday: April 20
Gender: Woman
Species: Demon (Wrath)
Career: Member of the Rosales Gang
Appearance Description:
Petite would be a good word for Nadia. Tiny would be another one. 'Still big enough to kick your ass' would be her own choice of description, and she'd like for you to remember that.
Nadia is four feet, ten inches tall and yet still manages to somehow be lanky in build, as if she'd been meant to be even shorter and was stretched to her current height. The shape of her body is practically a set of straight lines from her shoulders to her hips; while she technically has some manner of a developed bust, her usual habit of wearing baggy hoodies makes it impossible to tell most days. As for her limbs, they're proportionally on the long side and a little bit spidery with how thin they are, elbows and knees with a sharpness ideal for giving someone an unpleasant jab when she's displeased with them.
Much as she hates it, though, she does have some facial features that could be called pretty. Even without her demonic nature stopping her aging, she would have been cursed with a babyface for many years, with full lips and big, dark brown eyes surrounded by long lashes. Her pointed nose and downward-angled brows push against the impression slightly, the latter giving her a default expression akin to a pouty scowl, but some could claim (out of earshot, if they value their health) that that just makes her look cuter, depending on their tastes. The blonde hair does her no favours, either, the straw-coloured strands falling a little past her shoulders when let down but usually pulled back in a short ponytail.
What does work to Nadia's advantage in looking properly intimidating are her obvious demonic features. She doesn't have horns (and she's sensitive about that), but there's no mistaking that thin, whip-like tail that is often lashing behind her like an angry cat's, its skin colour transitioning from the pale fawn tone of the rest of her body at its base to charcoal on the sharp spade at its tip. She's also lucky enough to be a variety of demon with bat-like wings, boasting a ten foot wingspan when they aren't folded against her back; her outer wings are much like her tail, matching her body's colour where they attach to her shoulder blades and slowly shifting to charcoal at the tips, while her inner wings are a deep crimson.
Smaller details also present themselves, like the fact that her teeth are all distressingly knife-like, and each of her fingers is tipped with a long, sharp, claw-like nail that is naturally charcoal-coloured. And if you get her furious enough to go into murder mode, those big brown eyes of hers turn solid red, with no visible sclera or pupils, and glow brightly.
To call Nadia fashionable would be a lie. Her clothes are usually baggy and shapeless in dull, grey tones, at least a size too big, with the holes made for her tail and wings an afterthought. She looks like she's trying to hide in them, as if she could just duck her head down through the collar like a turtle in its shell. That's what it all is, really, a barrier, a way to keep others from reaching out and touching her; she'd probably wear spike-covered armour instead if such a thing weren't so horribly uncomfortable and impractical. The fanciest article of clothing she wears are her boots, made of black leather with thick soles that make them good for stomping on toes and for making her look that little bit taller.
Personality Description:
Nadia is a bomb constantly looking for a place to explode. To find her genuinely calm is difficult, and she tends to come across as being irritated by the mere existence of everyone and everything. Her emotional state is a constant slow boil, hovering just below the level of losing control of her temper and ready to spike up and go berserk at a moment's notice. The only time this goes away is when she is simply too tired to be angry, which often requires a deliberate effort to exhaust herself.
Approaching her is responded to first with heated glares, then to profanity-laden orders to go away, leading to physical attempts to remove those who don't understand 'no.' She has a default distaste for other people, and it doesn't matter how nice the one trying to interact with her is being, because she also doesn't trust other people; the friendlier someone is, the more she's certain that it's only a matter of time before the ulterior motive comes out, or they stab her in the back for funsies. There are exceptions, as she's more likely to give others of a demonic nature and those associated with them a chance, as well as young children, but the first time her tentatively-offered trust is broken, they don't get any more extra chances.
Needless to say, Nadia and authority are not known to get along very well. She hates being told what to do, what not to do, and especially that she can't do something. She will often do things motivated purely by spite, and she has spite for days. She loathes to be judged on appearances, to be underestimated, to be treated like the runt, and she will prove others wrong or die (repeatedly) trying. She refuses to be shamed for anything about herself or hide who and what she is, and if someone doesn't like it, they can get lost or talk to her fist.
All this focus on rage and loathing does make it a little hard for Nadia to deal with other emotions, though. She has the capacity for affection, but it tends to come out in a bit of an odd manner. Oh, she'll tell someone she likes them, that she considers them a friend, that she's attracted to them, or whatever else if outright asked, but it's the showing part that trips her up. For a lot of people, it's really hard to tell that she means it, as she's just as grouchy and irritable with them as she is with everyone, and she shies away from most physical contact. Doing them favours is paired with a roll of the eyes and a grimace regardless of whether she's the one who offered, and gifts are given with an air of 'whatever, here, have this dumb thing,' regardless of how heartfelt they are. Shows of gratitude can be pried out of her, but some can't help but see her words of thanks as sarcastic even when they're anything but.
Don't ever doubt her loyalty, though. If Nadia cares about someone and truly believes that they care in return, she will focus all of her considerable ferocity on keeping them safe. Her capacity to feel remorse for her actions is lacking, which means that she has no problem going straight to assault or murder if that's what would protect her loved ones and make them happy. Too few people are worth her love, in her mind, that she can't afford to lose the ones she has.
Of course, there's also the fact that she enjoys attacking their enemies. As the pretty little sadism bow sitting on top of this hate-filled package, asserting her superiority over others with pain and violence gives her rush unlike any other, and is well on the way to becoming an addiction. She fights like a wild animal, all teeth, claws, tail, and wings lashing out in a frenzy, mixed with punches and kicks. Harming and killing from a distance just feels too detached and impersonal, not nearly as fun, but she'll do it if need be.
Still, she's not an indiscriminately violent person, as there needs to be some form of provocation for her to let loose with the murderous rampage. She'd rather keep bystanders getting caught in the crossfire to a minimum, even if some people seem intent on getting in her way when she's in full rage mode in an attempt to stop her. Intentionally targeting innocent people disgusts her, and she refuses to become a bully who preys on the weak.
Powers/Species Abilities:
Royal Demon
Immortality
Regardless of a number of mixed feelings on the subject, Nadia is eternally linked to her father's domain in Hell thanks to her royal blood. If she dies from any cause, she'll reform there none the worse for wear, and be back on Earth within the week as if nothing happened. That doesn't mean she doesn't feel the pain of each death, which can leave its own non-physical mark on her, but she's too reckless to let that stop her for long. When she dies, any physical body left behind bursts into blue fire and burns to ashes, and she appears in Hell afterward by stepping out of a similar burst of flame.
Nadia's body also appears to have locked into its current form in response to her demonic features manifesting, leaving her looking as young as she does now no matter how long she goes between deaths. If she were careful, she could keep going on for centuries without succumbing to something. But she won't be. Of course she won't.
Take The Heat
Heat and fire are a natural part of Nadia's being, and so she can not be burned by it, short of it having some kind of explicit anti-demon magical properties. She will never overheat, and doesn't even sweat anymore. In fact, she is drawn to sources of heat, prone to curling up next to them or draping herself over them even on the hottest of summer days. As a contrast, she hates the cold, easily catching chill in the cooler months; she's not coldblooded (her body temperature is actually higher than a human's, if only by a few degrees), but boy does she shiver and bury herself in layers of clothing as if she is.
Ice and cold-based magic hits her hard because of this, all but the absolute weakest of spells able to give her instant frostbite, with stronger spells easily able to render her immobile. She has no power over heat and flame of her own to counteract this, the only fire she can summon being the automatic ones conjured when she dies, making these magics all the more dangerous.
Demon Wings
Nadia has wings, and can manage to glide on strong enough air currents if she jumps from a high place. Her bat-like wing configuration, and some extra steering ability from her tail, gives her decent ability to maneuver in the air, but she still can't truly fly, lacking whatever inherent magic that would allow the skill. It's still reasonably useful, though, and it makes for a great view of the city if she uses a tall enough building for her take-off.
Holy Weaknesses
Being a demon of something of a Christian-based sort, she and holy objects do not get along. Holy water will burn like acid on her skin, and crosses will leave behind deep burns of their own if she touches them for more than a few seconds. Bibles don't harm her on contact, but hearing a believer read from one will spur an instinctive flight response.
She can step into churches and onto other holy ground, but it's highly unpleasant, giving her a feeling of pins-and-needles all over her skin and a severe case of nausea that increases with every minute she spends there; long enough, and she could pass right out, and the longer she's out before being removed from the offending location, the longer she'll stay ill after the fact.
Exorcisms, for their part, are extremely painful and likely to be fatal. They may even keep her body from burning and delay her reforming as a consequence, though they'll never stop the process permanently.
Being Of Wrath
Burnout Avoidance
Stress normally has all number of adverse effects on the body, effects that Nadia, as a personification of Wrath, doesn't have to worry about. She can be in her near-constant state of anger and not suffer the physical health problems that would normally result from not allowing herself to relax.
Nadia also has an, in general, high amount of stamina, rarely properly tiring unless she spends upwards of a full day significantly exerting herself. If exertion were kept light, she could go days without sleep if required. She's practically a tiny little perpetual motion machine of fury.
Rage Resonance
Nadia has a connection with the sin of Wrath that manifests as a twisted sort of empathy, causing her to feed on and reflect the anger of those around her. The more angry those around her are, and the more angry people there are, the more she finds her own temper threatening to boil over. If someone is specifically angry with her, this becomes all the more intense, her becoming a mirror for their irritation with, rage for, or outright hatred of her that consumes and replaces any emotions she may have felt for the person on her own.
Nadia can also use her own anger to affect someone else, but this isn't a power she has much in the way of practice with. If she makes physical contact with someone, she can force her anger onto them, sending them into a state of white hot fury. She can't control what target the resulting rage ends up being, though good timing and the right choice of words may help guide their train of thought in a direction she wants. The strength of this ability is dependent on how angry she is at the time; she can't affect anyone if there isn't any anger of her own to draw on.
Berserker Mode
If Nadia completely loses herself to rage, this is what happens. All of her physical abilities are amped up, tripling her strength and agility and causing her skin to thicken to offer a level of protection roughly the same as leather armour. Even when damaged, she doesn't register pain until after the mode wears off, turning her into a relentless combatant.
Unfortunately, Nadia doesn't think while in this state. She will pursue a target, usually the one who pushed her over the edge in the first place, with complete single-mindedness, continuing to attack, or try to, until they are removed entirely from her presence or are either rendered unconscious or dead. Obstacles, if presented, will be met with attempts to either smash through them or jump/climb over them without the capability for any more complex problem-solving. Once a target is taken down or has escaped, she will turn on the nearest thing she perceives as a threat and apply the same behaviour to them, so on and so forth until the area is 'safe.'
The problem is that something as small as making a loud noise, moving too quickly, getting too close, or even standing taller than her can be seen as a threat. Her friend-or-foe recognition is shaky at best and nonexistent at worst, though those she knows especially well might get away with not needing to immediately play dead to avoid her wrath if they're cautious enough. Luckily for everyone, Nadia can only maintain this state for a few minutes and it's one of the few things that leaves her instantly exhausted upon its end.
Biography:
(Involves emotional abuse and bullying, including bullying aimed at sexual orientation.)
Nadia is not one to smile when she recalls her upbringing. As she puts it, "It says something when your year in Hell is the highlight." Asking her about her mother, in particular, will make her grind her teeth, as she was born to a human woman who never forgave Nadia for the inconvenience of her very existence. She was the sort of believe that keeping the child fed, clothed, and with a roof over her head meant that she was doing her job and anything else, like offering any sort of affection or comfort, were frivolous extras that took away from her time for enjoying herself.
School was no help. She was rapidly singled out by her peers as strange for varying reasons, often for not knowing things that she apparently 'should,' and was tormented relentlessly for it. She was awkward, didn't know how to express herself properly, and when it all came bursting out in a screaming tantrum out of frustration and desperation, she became the 'problem child' in the eyes of those around her. Attempts for school staff to talk to her mother about her behaviour, of course, only turned into her mother berating her being such a waste of other people's time.
The message, to Nadia, was clear. With each group that would scatter when she came near, with every child that would wipe their hands off in disgust if they accidentally touched her, with the later years when the gravest insult to give someone was to say that they had a crush on her, she was told that she was worthless, and no one with sense would ever love her. She was the punchline of a joke and nothing more. And adults? To them, she was problem to foist the responsibility for onto someone else, like a game of hot potato. Someone should do something about her, clearly, but who that 'someone' was was never the one who agreed that something should be done in the first place.
Still, she did manage to be tolerated, here and there. Maybe she would have called those who tolerated her friends, if she'd been slightly more optimistic, but a few rounds of having that hope stomped on rid her of it. She grew older, turned seventeen, and developed a crush on one of these tolerating individuals, a girl with dark hair who had a pretty laugh and who always came to school wearing hoop earrings that she would always give a dramatic sigh before removing for gym class.
The problem was, Nadia made the mistake of taking a leap of faith and telling her, and had her heart torn out in response, followed by the former object of her affection telling everyone who would listen that Nadia was gay. Furious, Nadia cornered her and a few of friends, and when her heartbroken shouting was met with mocking, something snapped.
That was the day that Nadia's demon features manifested, and she fell into a berserker state for the first time. All she remembers is the colour red, and the distant-sounding screams of the girls. She's told they got away with only a few claw marks, and she still isn't sure if she's relieved or disappointed by that.
Regardless, that would be the last time she would see her tormentors, her school, her home town, or her mother again, because her father had found her. Well, one of his servants, anyway. When she came to, she had the wings, tail, and other features she has now, and was in Hell, specifically the domain of Wrath. To say that there was an adjustment period to finding out that she was a literal demon, along with being told that she was the daughter of a demon prince, was an understatement, but there was a part of her that itched to embrace it.
She hadn't been worth anything to anyone as a human, after all, so maybe it'd be better as a monster?
The fact that she was a daughter of Satan certainly made Nadia popular, which was something she definitely wasn't used to. She explored her new abilities, beginning to enjoy the rush that came with sinking her claws into something and tearing it apart. Any scoffing at her size, or the fact that still looked a little too human, was met with violent outbursts that well-suited a Wrath demon, outbursts that were now being encouraged rather than shunned.
But it couldn't last. It seemed that she wasn't quite good enough to stay, or at least that's how she interpreted the announcement that she was going to be sent back to Earth. To Manta Carlos, to be exact, where she could walk around as she was rather than pretending to be human. Apparently there was a cousin of hers there who she could be of use to. In other words, she was being saddled with a babysitter, despite already being nineteen.
Fine, then. She'd meet this Klaus Rosales and join up with his gang. It wasn't as if she had much choice in the matter, did she?
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-Is one of Hell's Little Hellions
