Prokhor

In the deepest depths of the shadows, there lies the veil to another world. The Realm of Spirits, Demons, Ghouls, and other such creatures of the night. Normally this veil can allow these creatures a peek into the world we know now, and escape is difficult. But in time where this veil is weakened or is at its thinnest, this is when they can escape to either wreck havoc wherever they go, or to play harmless tricks. Pray that you run into the latter, as the spirits are more forgiving than those of the ghoul classifications, or worse, the demons.

Demons are the most dangerous creatures in the other realm., and Prokhor is no different. Unlike the ghouls and spirits who like to disguise themselves to either stalk their prey or cause mischief, she prefers to stand there in her fiery glory. After all, why bother hiding one's beautiful image? In her mind, the terror her prey show when they see a fiery figure leap out of the shadow cackling with laughter tastes all the more sweet. Prokhor revels in the chase, playing with her victims like a cat does with a mouse. Unlike ghouls and spirits, her methods can be... a lot more destructive in nature, as demons are inherently linked to that of fire.

And so Prokhor stalked through the shadows and light around her, following the voices she could pick out. She enjoyed tracking down who she would frighten, but at times she would get bored and leave to find someone new. She was hard to please as it was in her realm, and the screams just were not always the right sound she sought after.

"Fill the air with your screams and run. It makes the chase all the more thrilling."