(Yes it's Akane from Magic Users ClubThe only image I have at the moment untill I draw and scan my image of Diviola)
Name: Diviola Viewind
Age: apearence 24, actual 240
Gender: Female
Eyes: Green
Hair: Platinum (White) Red dyed streak
Species: Siren/Shifter
Abilities: Soothing voice(Lulls target into hypnosis: mostly animals), shift into any animal, thought speach.
Weapons: Animal's natural weapons, throwing daggers.
Animal appearence: Pure white with green eyes.
Personality: Superiority complex and stuborn. She's very experienced in her shifing ability. Though sometimes pigheaded, she's very kind once you get to know her.
Other: She can't shift her clothes with her, so when she shifts from animal to human she'll have a long tunic with her, either stollen or her own. Her normal outfit is a white tunic and black leather pants, along with a black cloak.
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A white cat with gentle emerald eyes sat outside of a tavern, cleaning its paw from a new kill. Her fur was matted with small patches of blood on her legs and stomach. She sat on a mound of clothing watching the passer-bys with mild intrest as she cleaned the mess that she had gained from her fight. Bloody paw prints lead out of the ally to where she sat, but following them backwards you could see that they were once much larger, not that of a modest stray cat, but of a much larger feline.
Following a bit further one might happen upon a drunken man, slumped over asleep in the shadey way, but a further study of said drunk would show that, though the sharp tang of ale was on his breath, so was a more metalic smell, but that came from his throat, and stomach. One would think were just from a knife, that the man was mugged, but the smug little cat just outside the tavern knew otherwise.
