Jahneerah

Height: 30 feet tall. (Ya, lets go with 30.)
Weight: ... it's alot. Several tons of lady.
Age: Thirty two. (Can vary with scenes.)

Pic is a commission, please don't try to snag it~ Much love to Sadira for the fast, and beautiful work!

"Oooh eeeh... hwult hyu wunt tu du-eeeh, hweet Jahneer-r-rah?"

Some demons wanna watch the world burn. Some wanna bargain you into eternal damnation. And then there are those that simply can't be categorized.

Meet Jahneerah. No, not a succubi, or an efreeti, or anything like that. Jahneerah is a thirty two years young balrog. Oh yes, that's right, a balrog. The big guy, from Lord of The Rings? Kills Gandolf and all that junk? Ya.

Now, usually balrogs of her variety don't hang around the surface for extended periods of time if they can avoid it. Aside from plotting and the like. And definitely not at how young she is for a balrog. Not even having her wings, or her full horns grown, the nubs of bone hidden under her long hair.

Her case is strange because of her past, of course. And it's an adorable one, the details of which are best left to be revealed... by playing~

In short, she's a very special girl. Special not out of some crazy destiny, but because in her case... she's proven that under the right parenting, even a balrog's heart can become something great, and grand. Her father, a certain King of Thieves, having given her story after story of all his adventures. The tiny demoness growing from a sneezes and sets fire to any dry plants around her, to a startlingly beautiful woman and gentle giantess. But there was one problem with raising her on so many tales of lost cultures, danger, and adventure.

Jahneerah wanted to do it too! She wanted to make her father proud in every way, and did so. Learning to manipulate her kind's natural affinity for destructive magic, especially profane flames, beyond any balrog before her. Summoning her familiar at only twelve years old, a small fire snake that can grow to a vicious anaconda of flame. (He's affectionately named Jessy. When she says it, though, it usually comes out 'Chessy'. Jessy is harmless when small.)

Then the day came, and Jahneerah did it. She summoned the weapon every balrog is granted by right upon their birth. A beautiful massive sword, that she's incredibly proud of. Afterall, it's a reflection of her! Her father finally relents, and allows her to pursue her life's career. Adventuring, as her father once did. Making friends where she can, and beating evil things over the head with a big as hell sword~

One thing she can't seem to get down, is the whole english thing... most would expect the top-tier demons of the nether realms just did this junk naturally! But if one puts their ear to Jahneerah's jaw, and listens closely, they can hear her poor jaw clicking and clacking. Extra bones within shifting, not quite fully grown to speak the myriad of languages a balrog should be capable of. It... causes some confusion. Quite a bit, in fact. If asked to speak more clearly, she'll often lush, pout... and do her best to try harder.

Jahneerahs fit rather nicely into alot of scenarios. Be it past, present, future, or whatever~

Jahneerah's tongue is forked, and way way long. She has a tail, wrapped about her waist beneath her clothes. Pointy!

((Jahneerah speaks with a very goofy accent that... often times may require further explanation to understand what the hell she's saying. As such, if someone's grasp of English isn't there first language, and she's far too confusing, the balrog girl can clean up her speaking for their sake. However, if not, it's been said it's alot of fun trying to decipher her talking~ Just trudge through it! A little confusion makes some hilarious situations!))

Like father, like daughter. Born of the Den_Of_Shadows~