Mist

In the dim light of a forgotten world, Mist stands—a haunting figure with cascading purple hair and eyes that burn like embers. Her face and body are etched with scars, cruel reminders of a past where her own father sought to dissect her essence. Yet, beneath the grotesque exterior lies a tender soul. Mist is a demon, but not one driven by malice. She finds solace in the quiet moments, often seen cradling a purple marijuana plant, its tendrils curling around her fingers as if sharing in her silent sorrow. Her voice is a soft whisper, a gentle reminder that not all demons are to be feared. She extends a hand to those who dare to look beyond her terrifying visage, offering a chance for companionship and understanding. Mist is a testament to resilience, a gentle spirit trapped in a world that fears her, longing for the day when her scars are seen as symbols of strength rather than sources of fear.