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Name: Perolith Aeon
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Species: Human Summoner
Hair Color: Copper
Eye Color: Warm orange
Flaming Blue when angered
Personality: Strict, Calm at most times, Explosive when Angered
Likes: Order
Dislikes: Disobedience
Sexual Pref.: Both
Special Powers: Summoning her soul's counterpart, Fenir
Weapons: Hair Pins (Summoning), Duel Fans (Close Combat)
History:
When Perolith was born, her father tried to kill her by dropping her down a waterfall. He was a mighty warrior who had wanted a son. Her mother was slain for the supposed insult. However, her life was saved by the Madam, whom ran the bath house brothel. She had come to collect a debt her father owned her. He refused and she took his life. When she looked down the waterfall she saw Perolith's form in the transparency of the water. Plucking her out the numbing cold waters she found Perolith barely grasping onto life.
It was only by the Madam's magic that Perolith stayed alive. She was always hanging onto the edge of a life. Finally, when she was seven, the Madam brought her into her spell room. She was able to summon Perolith's demon companion from the abyss. It was little more than a little fireball with a little pup's face. It hopped around playfully. Perolith gladly accepted Fenir into her soul. Gaining the gift of fire magic. Upon which, it only took a week for Perolith to have been brought away from the edge and recovered fully. There the Madam kept her for years in her level of the bath house brothel. No one even knew the girl exsisted. Only ghost stories and rumors of a girl's figure walking past windows. Perolith and Fenir were trained hard, the two maturing at an excellerating rate.
At age fifteen, Perolith was finally brought out of the Madam's level and introduced into the world as her personal assistant. Someone to keep things in order so the Madam could focus on other things. By then Perolith had developed her extreme loyalty and sense of strictness. Yet she was more volatile. Easily angered and many suffered for it.
Many times she had to demonstrate that thought she was younger than everyone there, she was not to be disobeyed. With Fenir by her side, they ran a strict rule. Everyone knew within a matter of weeks to never gain the attention of Perolith. As she matured, Fenir grew stronger and bigger. It was now rare to see the two walking together on peaceful days. Both prefering him to preside in the depths of her soul. Sleeping. Yet should Perolith be angered, he would be summoned out to regain the order.
It was because of these two that no one ever disobeyed the Madam's rules.