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Name:Reline Kuro Ellis


height: 5'4



Reline was born in the year of 1820 in another void called Hellcasum. This void or world is full of chaos, pain and suffering. To live here is like living in Hell itself. The land it scorched and scared, alot of the vegitation dead. This land is plagued by a horrifying disease made by strong horrific demons. Many of the tree's are plagued with this disease, thus making them slowly dieing. While animals who catch the plage lay on the ground rotting. Even the Velcans, which resemble vultures kist much bigger and more blood thirsty would not dare touch plagued rotting meat. The humanoids of this void lay in huge piles dead, their flesh rotting from their bones. This in fact was a dieing void at the time. The plague that was speeding would kill everything eventually, even down to the last single celled organisms. The only people who dare try to stop such a plague were the Druids. They had been around before most demons and healed the voids wild life. They kept the void alive and well untill the plague came that was created by the demons. The druids would try to restore the land, useing all of their powers only to fail and exhaust themselves. Finally the Druids turn to a newborn baby. This Druid baby girl was like no other, on it's back it held multiple scars that resembled those of the four elements. On her chest were the markings of each individual Demon. They went on to calling this baby Reline.

The father of the child knew Reline was a special Druid child. He knew if he casted a mutating spell on her she could possibly be the one to stop the horrid plague. This spell how ever was forbidden to use. The father knew there was much risk by using this spell for it could kill the infant that he so loved or worse currupt her. Putting aside all the possible side effects he casted the spell anyways hopping her poor daughter would survive it. Reline did survive but her powers went corrupt changing her just as her father feared. She was no longer a Druid but a power craving Warlock. As the child grew to the age of five both the parents could see the child no longer held there druid ways of protecting the void. She was always killing things just for the fun of it and took great interest in the very demons that was killing her void of existent. She also showed signs of an warlock by summoning small demons with little power yet, her parent's would kill the demons immediately. The father knew it was in the best intrest to kill Reline before she became to old and came to power, but he could not kill the daughter that he had ruined. He knew the demons would come after her to make her join their legion of the plague.

Once Reline had grown to the age of ten the demons she summons became stronger and harder for the parents to kill. Reline would grow angry at them for killing every demon she would created. She hated how her parents were scared of her and how they resented her for what her father did to her. Finally she ran away. She was not out side for only 10 minutes before a huge dragon demon like creature had grabbed her swooping her up and far away from her parents. This was the last she would ever see of her mother and father and see them as her parents. The dragon took her to a group of evil warlocks which corrupted her further tainting her druid soul teaching her that power came before everything else. They taught her how to summon demons and how to spread the plague. At the age of 15 the Warlocks sent her out on her own to finish killing off Hellcasum. Her first stop was her mother and fathers home. While she had been gone she had learned to hate them for abandoning her. Reline would of killed her mother and father but they created a rift to another world sacrificing their lives to send Reline, there evil daughter somewhere else then Hellcasum. Both the parents knew before they had died that there daughter would be the downfall of Hellcasum if she were to live. While she was in the rift her body travled for over 175 years in the rift. She never agred or changed.

Reline then found herself in a new void called Earth. She lived here for another 2 years learning human traits. This is when she found the Black Knights. She was still corrupt but she would not destroy such and interesting void.


Reline has several abilities. She can control demons as well as use warlock powers. Many of her basic warlock powers from where she came from endangers Earth but also herself.

Espons- is a teleporting warlock spell. As long as Reline has her staff and the power of her Warlock flowing threw her she cam go anywhere she wishes.

Immorate- A spell with a huge burst of power that surrounds Relines small body. This huge bust of power causes white blinding lights as well as heats the atmosher. It heats up so hot that it can turn the ground under Reline into moltant lava. The huge burst of energy has a huge cercumfrace as well as strikeing area. ((this is a spell that will destroy Earth if needed))

Drain life- This is an aura that radiates around Reline. This is mainly caused by the lust of her Warlock. This aura sucks the energy and power from another being transfering it to Reline giving her short boosts of her victums powers.

Rain of fine- Rain of fire is yet another spell. This spell reaches up to the hevans creating a black smoke rain cloud. This rain cloud rain hot moltant lova.


Reline can control several demons. Here is the list that Reline can control


Abaddon is Reline's main demon. Abaddon is the King of the abyss who commands an army of locusts. He will rise up after the fifth angel has blown his trumpet. . It is the second of the seven names of the underworld in the Babylonian Talmud Abaddon is also known for destruction. He loves to destroy things. Before Reline had caught Abaddon he had already destroyed cities, and towns.

*Incubas -Alp

An alp is a nightmare creature originating from Teutonic or German folklore. The alp is sometimes likened to a vampire, but its behavior is more like that of the incubus. An alp is typically male, its victims are often female, and it usually attacks during the nighttime, controlling dreams and creating horrible nightmares. An alp attack is referred to as an alpdrücken, as "pressing" is a favorite night torment of the alp. The alp "sits upon" a sleeper's chest and becomes heavier until the crushing weight awakens the terrified (and breathless) dreamer. They may awake terrified and unable to move under the alp's weight. An alp will repeat these sessions until it is repelled sufficiently, for it is quite persistent and determined once it selects its victim, and have been known to travel great distances to and from their favorite haunt.1This demon is merly apart of Reline's collection. This is the demon that she can let out of her portal and seduce wemon with.


When the Almighty created the first, solitary man, He said: It is not good for man to be alone. And He fashioned for man a woman from the earth, like him (Adam), and called her Lilith. Soon, they began to quarrel with each other. She said to him: I will not lie underneath, and he said: I will not lie underneath but above, for you are meant to lie underneath and I to lie above. She said to him: We are both equal, because we are both created from the earth. But they did not listen to each other.
When Lilith saw this, she pronounced God's avowed name and flew into the air. Adam stood in prayer before his Creator and said: Lord of the World! The woman you have given me has gone away from me. Immediately, the Almighty sent three angels after her, to bring her back.
The Almighty said to the Angels: If she decides to return, it is good, but if not, then she must take it upon herself to ensure that a hundred of her children die each day. They went to her and found her in the middle of the Red Sea. And they told her the word of God. But she refused to return. They said to her: We must drown you in the sea. She said: Leave me! I was created for no other purpose than to harm children, eight days for boys and twenty for girls.
When they heard what she said, they pressed her even more. She said: I swear by the name of the living God that I, when I see you or your image on an amulet, will have no power over that particular child. And she took it upon herself to ensure that, every day, a hundred of her children died. That is why we say that, every day, a hundred of her demons die. That is why we write the names Senoi, Sansenoi and Semangloph on an amulet for small children. And when Lilith sees it, she remembers her promise and the child is saved.

Demon Raven “The raven”

Soon after the death of a loved one come many visitors to the bereaved. Some arrive early, bearing gifts of food and speaking words of consolation and comfort. Others appear late in the day, unable to say anything, but still comforting in their very presence. But when the comforters have gone away and we sit through the lonely watches of the night, pondering our loss, the last visitor arrives. He comes invited, though not to bring consolation; his words are empty of that. No, his purpose is to smother any desire we may still have for life, to snuff out the smallest spark of hope that may yet gleam within our soul. He is the black-winged demon of despair, sent to bring us swiftly to the realm of everlasting pain and to bring the pain of Hell to us while we yet live.
Yes, he is summoned, and no less real for that. A very tangible manifestation of this demon and his influence is described by Edgar Allan Poe in his uncannily beautiful poem, "The Raven." Making masterful use of his gift for consonance and cadence, Poe has, within seventeen stanzas, depicted as powerful a description of a descent into the pit as to be found outside Dante's Inferno.
The poem begins by describing, in the first person, a man distraught with grief. In the midnight hours, caught up in a dark and desolate meditation from which he vainly seeks distraction among his books, he suddenly hears a rapping at the door. His mood, already morbid, is excited into terror. Flinging open the door, he finds only the bitter emptiness he had been trying so hard to shut out moments before. Into this darkness he whispers the name of his beloved Lenore. The terror and wonder that he feels, the daring dreams he entertains, are all expressed in that one name. He has dared to believe that somehow she has returned to him from the dead. The name is echoed back into the stillness of the night and he returns to his room, his soul still burning with the idea of seeing his beloved again.
Poe uses the language so well to describe this chamber wherein haunting grief casts its gloom from the fire's dying embers and clings to each sad curtain, that one finds the man's obsession with death not at all unnatural. Unremitting sorrow has transformed this library into a mausoleum where all wisdom lies entombed with the books, bereft of any power to comfort the living, and the very furnishings seem to be draped with a shroud. The scene is set, the summons has been issued, the emissary of spiritual desolation awaits.
Acceptance of the death of our loved ones is never easy. Though St. Paul cautions us to "sorrow not, even as others which have no hope" (Thess. 4:13), when our world has collapsed around us, Heaven seems a dim, far point of light in a vast universe of darkness. The effort to hold our hands, that Christ might bring us up from the depths, seems too great. His Church was built that "...the gates of hell shall not prevail against it" (St. Matt. 17:1 cool . But when we do not seek refuge in the Church, these same gates can swallow us alive. A desire to commune with those who have crossed the barrier from this life into the spiritual realm and to attempt to reconfer our carnal claims upon them is an invitation to evil. What God would never in His infinite mercy allow, Satan would appear to allow, so that this tragic deception might prevent us from seeking the salvation of God through humble acceptance. Elder Nectary of Optina once warned a well-known spiritist of his time:
Oh, what a perditious and terrible thing! Under the guise of a deep Christian teaching and through his demon-servants who appear invisible to man at spiritual seances, he, Satan, by means of the lie of the ancient serpent, leads man into such pits and such thickets out of which it is impossible to extricate oneself, not even to discern one's state. (1)
The tormented man, rationalizing that some perfectly natural phenomenon has been responsible for the rapping sounds, hears that sound once more, this time from the window. Betraying his emotion by the rapid beating of his heart, he flings open the window and the Raven flies in, alighting on a bust of Pallas above the door. Pallas Athene, pagan goddess of wisdom, is symbolic here of human reason, learning, and the arts. Apparently she is an ineffectual diety whose powers earlier proved insufficient to lift this tragic man, even briefly, from his mournful state of mind. Now the ill-omened Raven sits triumphant above her. Like the allegorical Virgil in Dante's Inferno, human reason is limited and without divine aid and can ultimately be surmounted by evil.
The man's initial response to this black-plumed apparition is one of contrived amusement. Though deceptively light in the tone of his greeting, the man's words belie his seeming indifference from the outset. He hails the Raven as having originated from the "Night's Plutonian shore." Pluto, another pagan deity, was lord of the underworld, the realm of the dead. The Raven comes recognized as an agent out of the land of darkness and death. Upon being asked its name, the mysterious entity responds with the single word, "Nevermore."
"Nevermore" is the haunting refrain upon which the lyrical cadence of this poem is built. Its meaning appears to elude the man at first. He dismisses the word as an irrelevant utterance and wonders aloud whether his new companion will fly, as all his hopes have done before. "Nevermore" comes this time as an apt reply to his despondent query. Despair we know to be the utter absence of hope. Hopes have flown away and despair has taken up its abode in a place of desolate hope. The man conjectures that this bird has perhaps learned its one word form some unhappy master plagued by catastrophe, "til his song one burden bore/ Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore of 'Never —nevermore.' " (2)
Hearing this word intoned as the funeral dirge for the hopes of another miserable soul, this morbid man will not be long in taking the demonic anthem into his own heart. Borne upon the breath of Hell, this perverted hymn to despair will be repeated again and again, until the hearer is driven to madness. The siren song which tempted Ulysses to hurl himself into the sea could not have been a deadlier temptation than this nor could it have required more restraint.
Hope does not fly of its own accord or die a natural death. We starve hope by fixing it on an object which cannot sustain it. When people die or dreams perish, we sometimes wish to bury our hopes with them. Despair comes with our invitation to shovel the first spadeful of earth onto the face of the deceased. As Christ descended into Hell to bring out those who had fallen therein, so will our hopes be resurrected and transfigured. If the demon of despair can drive out our hope in Christ, we are indeed lost

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