Demi Kane

Name: Demitria (Demi), King Kane
Age: Unknown
Birthdate: May 1st
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Angel
Rank: Hit-man
Location: Edge City








Height: 5'5
Weight: 120 Pounds
Skin Color: Tan
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color/Length: White-Blond/Silver, Long
Special Characteristics:

Enhnaced Knifemanship:

Trickster:

General Description: Long blond hair is normally done up in a ponytail of sorts with a blue or other colored bandana wrapped around her head; several braids with beads sticking out at odd angles, and a few feathers thrown in too to add to the chaos. She wears little to no make up, and when she does decide on it its normally nothing more than eyeliner and mascara.
She tends to wear a thin scarf around her neck no matter the weather, and a blue bikini styled top. For bottoms she wears shorts which match the top with a belt around them, and several pouches hanging off of the belts. On her feet she wears blue boots. White sleeves which cling to her arms tie the whole way up in a series of small bows and black fingerless gloves also make up part of her outfit. While her outfit tends to remain the same, she does tend to switch up the colors from time to time.








History: Demi's life has always been a very... complicated one.
When she was just a little girl, far before she embraced the night, she had parents who were rather undeserving of the title. Her mother was an alcoholic and her father the same; and both had a great taste for gambling. When it came down to it there were a lot of situations to where betting and gambling took place of food being bought for the house.

This lead to Demi stealing to survive - a lot. She would sneak into her mother's purse while her and her father were both passed out drunk and would sneak money here and there. She never took super large amounts as she figured they'd quick go noticed; instead she concentrated on taking a little at a time. She bought nonperishable food and kept it well hidden beneath an old floorboard in the run-down apartment they rented.

This happened for several years - at least until life threw another curve ball for Demi to have to deal with. Her parents had taken off, going off on another gambling and drinking spree - something that wasn't quite out of the ordinary for them, but this time around they didn't stumble in drunk. At least not until the next morning.

Their excited shouts woke Demi up, and upon leaving her room she found them draped in all sorts of expensive clothing and items. They had won the lottery. Demi found herself unable to feel any happier than what she was but that happiness wasn't going to last. Soon it was nighttime again and the day of partying and shopping and eating well had come to an end.

Overly tired Demi crawled her way into bed and fell into a deep sleep. She slept far later than she normally did and upon waking up found the house empty of everything. Her parents were gone with no note of any kind, and the only thing remaining was the old food and old furniture, clothes, and such that had been there before their previous shopping trip. Demi's heart raced and dropped all at the same time; but she tired hard not to panic, figuring that they'd come back.

Days turned into weeks and then weeks into months. Her parents never returned, never sent word at all on where they had gone. It was as if they had simply disappeared into thin air. Demi was forced to go out and steal to survive; take things off of outside carts, or run out of stores with food items shoved up her shirt or in a pocket of some sort. On one of these adventures she returned to the apartment she'd been continuing to live in to find that the locks had been changed; she no longer had a place to live, all of the rent that was owed had finally caught up with her.
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Left with no other option Demi turned to the streets. She made do with what she had; she had broken in to her old apartment long enough to steal the few belongings she owned that meant something to her.

There was the every constant fight for territory and who belonged to what group. Demi, being alone, had to learn very quickly to say "fuck you, fear" and go into anything and everything head first; it was the only way she was going to get anything for herself being as alone as she was.

It was during one of these altercations that Maximillian King appeared; amused by the whole situation in front of him. Demi, who was barely fifteen at that point had gotten herself surrounded by a group of young thugs who were rather pissed off at her for stealing something from a cart on what they claimed to be their 'land'. They were more then prepared to offer her a sound beating; but had been slightly hesitant given Demi's reaction.

Demi had simply pulled a knife, a crazed expression over-taking her face; she was ready to take them all on even though the odds were easily six to one. Perhaps it was this sort of reaction, or something else that Maxi saw in her; but before those boys had the chance to lay a single finger on her they were all slaughtered.

Though Demi had watched the entire thing - at least what she could see of it given that he had moved so fast - she no longer had the ability to fear for her own life or anything else for that matter. Therefore, she didn't run screaming into the night and simply stood there and began to question the male.

Talking turned into a quick ready friendship, and the offer to embrace the madness was extended to Demitria. Without hesitation she accepted; and started a new portion of her life.
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Demitria's new life was an interesting one to say the least. She no longer was human and that in itself left a whole list of opportunities for her to take advantage of; but she was far stronger than a normal vampire, and that only added to that ever growing list. She also had, for the first time since she could honestly remember, someone who actually cared for her. Maximillian had become the father Demi had never had as a human.

It was during this new beginning in her life that she met her best friend; Destiny Kane. Despite their races being /opposites/ they got along almost at once and an unbreakable bond grew between the two.

They became almost inseparable; at least until Destiny decided to disappear for a while on what she called a 'vacation' of sorts from all of the constant war, violence, and fighting. It was during this period of time, right before Destiny disappeared, that Demi found the ability to /steal/ abilities from other clans.

Between what was given to her willingly and what she herself stole and shared with Maxi, she began to gain a whole new array of abilities. This added on with special 'gifts' that Destiny would randomly show up and give her, gave Demi a whole new added supply of powers and abilities.

It was also during this time that Demi began to get a taste of sorts for who she took blood from. Perhaps it was because she hung around and was best friends with such a good angelic creature who was rubbing off on her or something else; but Demi became picky on who she fed off of. Being of the Malkavian clan she could easily use her mind to probe into that of others; humans the easiest of all; and she used this ability to pick and choose. Those who were going to commit great acts of violence or some sort of sick twisted thing were her victims. Those who victimized others had become her choice victims. It was her own way of twisting the cruel thing called fate around on them...
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As her new life progressed Demi stumbled across an unlikely friend. She wasn't the sort to have many friends - other than when the random strong bonding, like what brought Destiny and her together, happened - but she was drawn to Flynn the same as she'd been drawn to Destiny.

However, this was far more powerful than her feelings for Destiny, and at first it confused her; given it was so much more. However, as time progressed the feelings became more understood, and she became protective over Flynn, loving as well. A new, more affectionate side, of the vampire showed through, on top of a deep instinct; the vampire territorial-ism.

It's awoken a whole new side in Demi; once the stubborn female that could never be reasoned with; she often shows a soft side towards Flynn, having even been known, if asked, to stop in whatever madness she was in the midst of causing even if she had been hell bent on doing so before Flynn asked her to stop.