Name: My name? Noire... Yes, it's French. Shut the fuck up.
(Noire Dreamurr)

Age: WHY do you wanna know THAT?
(16)

Gender: female, I have a pussy
(Female but prefers They/their pronouns)

Species: *thinks* ...half demon I think... my mom's are both different things so... yeah...
(Part demon)

Sexuality: straight, obviously
(Lesbian but she tries to deny it)

Personality: bitchy, fucked up, *grins widely* iNsAnE~
(Noire used to be quite a nice girl! She was nice... sweet... calm... slightly bitchy but that's in her blood! She has always been secretive... After that one day, she became cold hearted... She wasn't the happy girl she used to be, now being a cold hearted, emotionless girl. She's now extremely bitchy and extremely insane like Pandora)

Soul colour: black I think..  explains my... name... French word for black, kinda...
(Used to be silver/charisma but is now black/hate)

Looks: eh, not much to look at. You don't need to know...
(Noire, despite what she says, is pretty beautiful. She has long, flowing brown hair with a dark red face in the middle. One of her eyes is a dark turquoise like Becca's, the others a deep red like Pandora which seemed to look vibrant on her slightly tanned skin and pure white kitten mask. She wears a simple black and white dress with a shirt like collar, shorts sleeves and black boots with white fluff)

Backstory: my parents did the fuck fuck and now I'm here!
(Noire has a pretty normal backstory. She was created when Becca was in heat. She drank a potion which made her have a male body before fucking Pandora with consent. What they didn't realise was the other was pregnant. Her childhood was kind of normal, apart from that she distanced herself from others. Some think she stepped in with the wrong crowd. Others think she was born like this. We don't know. But from one certain day in her life she turned cold and murderous and no-one, not even her closest friends and mothers, can tell you why...)

Other: ain't much to say... can I leave now?
(Noire, like Beccabut she hides it, can speak multiple languages. Her favourites to speak are French, Spanish, English and Italian though she can speak many more. Like Pandora, she has the power of mimicry. She tends to hide a lot of things yet she doesn't hesitate to kill when attacked. When killing, she uses an axe in one hand and a katana in the other)

Scenario one - you sigh softly as you walked into Grillby's, shaking your head at Noire who was sat there, drinking heavily. You went over to the girl, picking her up softly with a sigh before paying for the drinks she had. Noire looks up at you before hiding shyly in your chest with a whine, murmuring softly about a heat pill that her friend Hermione slipped into the drink and that she wanted you to help her deal with it

Scenario two - you sigh gently, walking through your au. It was quiet... too quiet... at the corner you spotted her. The murderers gaze meets yours, a harsh look in her eyes. To be honest... She looked REALLY hot... She gave you a look that seemed to make you want to gaze away but if you did then it could be dangerous...

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Scenario five - You had caught Noire being a naughty girl, stealing cookies and flirting with others to get your attention. As a punishment, you kept the girl underneath you with a vibrator inside her. She quickly became a whiny, whimpering mess underneath you, knowing she'd only be able to come if she begged for it long enough.

Scenario six - How could you've known? You were simply walking home from your home with the shopping Noire told you to collect. When you got into the house, you heard the sound of screaming, laughter and blood hitting the floor. You were quick to run down there only to find Noire holding a bloody axe, a girl dead on the floor. Noire wiped their head with a cloth, sighing softly. "One less person in the way... I warned them that I would do this if they got too close to MY senpai... now... to clean this mess up before they get home..." they hum, turning to grab a mop and bucket before seeing you and freezing, shock and fear clear in their eyes...

Scenario seven - custom