Name: Shaya
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Looks: 

Personality: Shaya tends to seem confident and only listens to her master. She can be sassy at times and cruel. She does every order the best she can.
Job/Occupation: None
A Bit of Backstory: Unknown.
Crush/Dating: No one yet
Other: Shaya is the demon of lust and gets her strength from it. She wears thin and showy clothing to help with it. Her symbol is a torn petal and it is placed on the master's collarbone.

Name: Clare
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Looks: 

Personality: Clare is seen as passive and somewhat innocent. She is gentle and quiet, though she can turn quite violent when she's pushed far enough. Sometimes people tear her paper merely to get rid of the passive demon they thought was powerful, or sometimes they become too scared of her. She doesn't do much without her master's consent, making her seen as weak.
Job/Occupation: None
Crush/Dating: No one yet
A Bit of Backstory: Clare grew up in a family that sort of neglected her. She had so many siblings that her parents forgot her very existence. Her siblings, knowing this, would mistreat her and make sure she always stayed in the back, being the weakest due to being the youngest. She grew to hate her family, and eventually got so sick she killed them. It's never stated how she did, though. She ran off, eventually getting caught by fellow criminals and being sacrificed.
Other: Clare is the demon of hate. Her mark is a simple fire and it is placed above the master's heart.

Inspired By:

Rythimal 's demon roleplay. This is technically her idea and is from her individual roleplay.

Scenario: You and your friend were just in your basement, doing stupid garbage on the Internet. Suddenly, your friend remembers something about demon summoning. You two search until you find the demons, deciding to mess around. You both have their own problems fitting best with the demon of lust and the demon of hate. You both draw the symbol of your choice and prick your fingers, pressing the bleeding wound against the paper. A few seconds later there was a gust of red and dark purple, swirling around you and your friend. Two women appear. Shaya, the demon of lust, was much more beautiful than the paintings of her. Clare seemed much more fragile, eyes submissive. Still, she was the demon of hate. The symbol on her hand showed it. "Yes, Master?" They said in sync, looking at their chosen master. You and your friend...