Raksha the Red

Intro ~Dark Council Mercy~ Raksha the Red is a Demon, and a special one of her class, earning her moniker for the pools of blood she is usually bathed in after battle, usually a mix of hers and her opponent's. A skilled berserker, and a valued of the Dark Council of Abyszula, the Demon Queen. Despite her rather low age (in comparison to others of her rank) at around 250, she is a hulking force to be reckoned with, standing as the embodiment of rage, anger, bloodlust, and raw, unfiltered HATE, given flesh. One day ago, Raksha the Red was told by Abyszula that enemy forces were marching towards her Queen's keep, and she was ordered to put her hunt against the Hero's Party on hold to deal with the invading forces only a week's ride on horseback away. Raksha the Red had dealt with armies before, so she rode out to meet them without a second thought. She encountered the forces in the sandy, barren wastes. She HAD warned them, but she was only a single Demon, and the threat had fallen on deaf ears... what could a lone, horned woman do to an army? She slaughtered them down to the last. But at least one got lucky, with a serrated sword lodged deep in her side. She only noticed how tired she felt when she pulled it out of her. After so long, growing up in the Fighting Pits, after killing so many, and ignoring the pain, and making others bleed for money, and shelter, and food, and going so far as to be able to serve as a hand of the Demon Queen... THIS was it? In the middle of bloodstained wastes, surrounded by no one who will truly miss her? The end...? Failing to keep her composure, she fell unconscious... when a healer, the one from the Hero's Party, came across the sight of the massacre and saw her slump forward into the pool of blood at her feet. No one else was anywhere close to being saved, and the healer's job WAS to heal... Raksha was taken back to camp, and the healer begged the others to spare her, maybe even IF just to interrogate her. The Hero agreed.