Name: Diantha
Age: Undisclosed (not that old yet for her species)
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Diantha is a half-devil half human hybrid. She is young compared to others of her species with long curly blond hair, small black horns, black sclera with dark pupils that shift in colour, a thin nose and high cheekbones. She has a nice build with curves but not too apparent.
Personality: Diantha is ambitious and eager to prove herself. She feels a bit lost in between the two species. She'll never be a full human nor a full devil and it's hard finding a place in the world/universe/nexus.
Short Bio: Diantha has been travelling a lot, trying to look for others like her because she knows there must be some. Her travels have led her to Lantessama where she's been welcomed but some people look at her with unease. She's likely to move on in the near future.
Special Powers?: Teleportation, Shadow Magic, Smoke Magic (sulphur smell effects are a must), Longevity

Diantha is bonded to Ilhama!

Name: Ilhama (inspirational in Hausa)
Description: A dark reindeer dragoness with draconic wings and copper-coloured fur and wingsails. She sports two tails and long antlers which are decorated with gold and copper streamers.
Personality: Ilhama is a no-nonsense, concise but charming individual. She says what she thinks but means no harm and will at least try to not hurt others with her words.
Powers: telepathy, size shift, cause cheer, chime, musical assistance

Story (written by Trix): Diantha weaved her way in between the festival-goers. People were more relaxed then usual and the half-devil almost felt like she fit in. But tomorrow things would be different again. Her nature had her spreading a few small hexes around. Nothing too serious, just some people who would slip and fall, probably not even any broken bones. or at least Diantha hoped that or she might get in trouble and have to leave sooner than planned. It was this part of her nature that always ended up being a problem. Misfortune needed to happen but people always blamed her.

"That's quite the pickle." a black dragoness with copper-coloured wings said.

Diantha felt a little better and recognised the cheer charm that was all around the dragon.

"Hey, no hexing!"

"Why not? You've been doing it too."

"I guess you can't help yourself either, can you?"

"I guess devils wouldn't like me much." Ilhama noted.

"No they wouldn't. you're just perfect though."

"Why thank you."