Real Name: Jana Marie
Hero: The Demon Mistress
Magical Scrapper Dark/Dark
...on the shroud of Virtue.
Background Story:
Limbo is a strange place. That is the only real memory that existed for her. Time and space have little meaning there. Neither did much else. The little she understands, she hears from what sounds like whispers enveloping her. The Guardians of that place (if one can call it that) never really spoke much anyway.
It would seem strange to be faced with the need to explain it after one has been there. Of course, it is rare that one will refer to Limbo as a real place somehow
in Purgatory where ones soul waits for its time to move on to its new eternity. Though she could not have known it then, nor ever realize the extent of the circumstances that would change her life
and death
forever
In what now seems like a previous lifetime, Jana Marie worked as an FBI Agent. Her martial arts training, her determination, her will, her fiery attitude to get the job done
they all spoke volumes about her as a person. Top notch Agent. We need more do-gooders like you in this city, her director once told her. She would never forget that.
See
Jana, on an FBI undercover sting operation, worked as a dancer in a private club owned by The Big Guy, as he was known; a notorious criminal figure of the Underworld Syndicate. She could remember this much at least, and not much more, for that day, she died
killed by an FBI mole and Underworld agent that blew her cover.
At this point, the story would be over, if not for what would happen next.
Jana, who was found later that day bleeding to death on the steps of the nightclub, was rushed to the hospital and pronounced dead. But what really happened that day? Well, taken from her account
one moment she was dancing on stage, and the next she was suspended in air, as if floating above everything, with little thought of things as simple as where she was. During this incorporeal state, she could care less about her surroundings, or anyone else for that matter.
She DID have one vivid recollection. That of a human looking hand. Much like yours or mine, but different in a way she could not explain. As it slowly reached out for her, a finger touch her for a brief second, and then was whisked away
her body being pulled backwards rapidly from what could only be explained as a dark cavern of sorts.
Of course death has many meanings. We know this now because within minutes of that pronouncement, Janas eyes opened and she began to stare around the room. The doctors stared at her in awe, knowing full well that this person WAS dead. She stared at them, but could not speak for the longest time. Her eyes, normally a light blue shade, had turned black as coal. Not much else had changed on her, except for the cold, eerie feeling on those around her.
If only it had been that easy, for it would not seem obvious to most how much dominance death has on ones essence, even if only for a brief instant. It took her some time to figure it out. Most people would have gone mad. She still hears the whispers; she still feels the emotions of a mortal. But she holds her own and is in reality, mortal no longer. Touched by death, and waking up in the mortal world once more, her life has become one of vengeance and her own brand of righteousness, though now hiding her as yet unforgotten identity from those who would harm her
and even those she once respected. Those that see more than a shadow, call her
The Demon Mistress
The spirits have granted her exceptional abilities that could only be explained as mystical. The have enhanced her already exceptional martial prowess and have even given her greater powers of the Netherworld to protect herself from those that would harm her. She did not know why. She did not care. She had been given a second chance to bring justice to those who have been wronged just one too often.
In time, she may realize even more power within her. For once touched by the spirits, one is never the same again
Battle Cry: "Bad news. It's time to die!"
