Race: Human
Height: 5 ft 5 inches
Weight: 128 lbs
Hair: Flaming Red, shoulder length
Eyes: a Deep shimmering Green

Face: Softly sculpted, high, proud delicately boned cheeks, her nose softly sculpted.

Skin: Soft, deathly pale, like the finest alabaster. It clearly not having seen the light of the daystar (Sun) in a long time. The skin being smooth and toned, unblemished save for a strange Blood Red shimmering mark on her chest directly over her heart.  It runic and ancient.  Seeming to pulse darkly and shimmer moving almost as if alive.

Her neck strong, shoulders broad and proud.  Her arms long seemingly delicate but firm and strong.  Her chest broad, the breasts rather large, well rounded and firm, nipples a deeper shade of pink than her skin.  

Her abdomen is flat and toned, leading to the soft "V" of her sex. Hairless save for a soft wisp of her flaming red hair above it.  Her thighs and calves are strong, toned and well muscled.  

Carameriel is a outgoing and friendly in a sort of boisterous way.  Having been raised by Rogues.   She was saved from bandits when she was but 4 years of age.   The bandits having killed her family.

She later found out that the bandits had acted under orders from a very wealthy mage who having failed to obtain her families lands for himself through normal means.  Choosing instead to use the bandits enhanced by his own evil magics along with his summons!

Carameriel swore vengence and so sought to train in the dark ways of the assassin.  She quickly learned the ways of the assassin.  When she reached 15 years of age she was ready.   She eventually tracked them down one by one, killing them after forcing them to tell her more of the mage that had her family killed.

When finally she located the mage she tried to kill him as well.  Sadly his arcane talents proved too much.  Him summoning dark and evil creatures from the abyss to kill her.  

Carameriel barely escaped with her life, the foul creatures hot on her heels.  Sorely wounded and near death she sought refuge in the ruins of some ancient temple in the deeper forests.

Hands on the ruined altar, she called out to the gods in her rage for having failed, her rage filled blood spilling over the altar as she fell against it now too weak to stand.  Her calling to the very hells for vengeance for her parents deaths.  

Unknown to her she had sought refuge in the long forgotten ruins of a very powerful demon lord.  Hearing her cry for vengeance the Demon Lord smiled appearing before her in a ball of fire.  Healing her wounds he spoke to her.

" I have heard your plea for vengeance mortal and it pleases my ears.   I can give you the vengeance you desire and power untold but you must give me something in return."  

Carameriel agreed without second thought the demon producing a contract and having her sign in blood making it a blood bound contract with the horrifying demon.  The demon grinning carved a runic symbol of swirling dark energies over her heart.

Carameriel feeling the dark energy flowing through her now ... her feeling the swirling of the very shadows as if they were becoming a very part of her.

The Demon Lord smiling evilly sent her on her way.  She used her new skills to hunt down the mage and destroy him ...

Soon there after she found the true price for her blood contract.  The Demon Lord having bound a part of himself to her.  The demon forged shadow being a part of her.  Her transforming into a horrific vision of dark shadows melding with her own human form creating a terrifying demonic visage controlled by the Demon lord.

His dark foul essence mergeing with her very soul! Her being soul bound to serve the Demon till the day it decided to take her soul fully!

However the demon took pleasure in the torment of using her, not allowing her to die!  Her forced to serve him and his whims .. kill who he wished, maim and torment innocents all for his pleasure.

Her soul now bound to his service for some 1200 years.

She has during her long forced half-life tried many times to sever the connection between the Demon and her soul.  To no avail. .. Her damnation unending.