Theme: Misery Business-Paramore

Name: Deidra DeMarco

Nickname: DeDe

Fighting Style: Gauntlet Fist-fighting

Weapon Named: Desolation Business

Occupation: Serial Killer

Alignment: Neutral evil

Kanji: 悲惨(Misery)

Personality: Brutal, Blunt, Harsh, Brutal.

Age: Over 1000 years old. (Looks 21)

Likes: Power, conquest, anguish from her victims.

Dislike: Losing battles, limits.

VA: Celeste Perez

Background: Eons ago, before man first start to chronicle his deeds as well his own Ambitions,his own adventures, creatures, like us but not, evolved alongside humanity. Their original forms where that of monsters. They take the form of humans by day, but they go into their berserk forms at night. They were known as berserkers. Monstrous beings who crave nothing more than destruction and ruin. Though they were savages, they were able to compete with their human rivals. They hunt for food, Lie, cheat and steal. They did all they could to get by. To humans that revered their existence, they were known as gods or demons.

Though the numbers were small with the amount of took from their own bloodshed, as well as rare children. In all things, they maintained a vital balance. They stopped there bloodshed, and began working on a more peaceful Road, for hopes of a better future of their race. But there was one woman who wanted dominance over her race as well as all things in the universe. Her name was Deidra DeMarco

She was the leader of one of the berserker forces. Her missions were somewhat successful, after they come from a successful hunt they gathered food for their community.  Just to help them live longer than two more years. However as years went by she began taking advantage of that. She thought that just because she had a leadership role, she controlled the world. She would take whatever she wanted, kill whoever she wanted, and even tried to kidnap their very own blacksmith. He create Bizarre weapons and it gained her attention, but the tension turn to an obsession. One day when he was packing up, she stole some of his equipment and try to replicate the gauntlets he was planning to make. They were called project Beowulf but she we wired the design into something more brutal and distractive. She called it desolation business. (The original name was going to be misery business but I didn't wanna get copyrighted)

One day she was walking back to her hut, drunk off her mind. She heard about the death of her entire race and was devastated by it. And the worst part was, she knew exactly who did it. She then bumped into women in an alleyway.

W1: Watch where you go when you rancid bitch!

Deidra: Ugh..*drinks more*

W1: Look at the little baby berserker. Sucking on that bottle like it was her mothers teat!

W2: That's right! And hey you look at a woman when she's talking to you? Didn't your folks ever teach you right?

Deidra frustrated by the way they were talking to her snapped the woman's neck with her bare hands.

W1: Just for that I'm going to cut your face here! *went into her berserker mode*

Deidra: Oh? Your threats have me shaking in my boots you old guttersnipe. How ever will I escape this mortal peril? *licks her fingers* How about we use these? *has the gauntlets* It was meant for potential casualties. But you'll make fine guinea pigs! *clamps them on the woman* Let's see what you can do!

Gauntlets were glowing and the woman's body was shaking and then after a few more seconds it stopped. Deidra was disappointed in the results.

Deidra: All that spectacle for nothing. *kicks it* Useless. That was boring. I expected more from you gauntlets. I'll be sure to give Malvolio a proper punishment when I get back into town.

When she was testing her self off, she felt something being off. The cutlets had a negative affect on the woman and it turned her into a killing machine. She was surprised on the outcome of the gauntlets but it is her surprise she felt the release of death take her. Oh she could see was the moon

Deidra: No! I had such plans! Must my last day on earth be this damnable moonlight?!

The possessed woman was then shattered and exploded. Deidra didn't know what to expect, how to react. However she was shocked when she saw who it was.

?: How dare you use my weapons for something petty. I created those gauntlets for you, general DeMarco. They were meant for the good of the colony, yet you use it for this. However, now that I've killed off the rest of our colony it doesn't even matter does it. You are to give me the gauntlets, and get out of my sight!

Deidra looked towards the man holding the gauntlets known as Beowulf. She watched as he clamped the cuffs on her, and instantly felt reliefs.

Deidra: My dear blacksmith. That is exactly what I love about you. Your passion and devotion to do your certain task. How many people have that and yet you do. You do everything you can to complete a common goal. However it was hubris that you helped me in the same situation. This is also the same with my Race's condition. A condition I now forsake.

Blacksmith: Wait for sake? What are you talking about?

Deidra: *insanely smiles* You See, my dear blacksmith! I am about to become so much more~!

She broke through the cuffs and tackles him to the ground.

Deidra: I love you my dear blacksmith! Without you I would've never have made this discovery, without you I would never had test the limits of my gauntlets! With your Beowulf and my misery business, we'll rule our race as well as the humans! Now for the golden question... You love me right?

The blacksmith stayed quite as he was frightened by her.

Deidra: I'd advise against saying no. You don't want me to cut that gorgeously long hair of yours, as well as damage that pretty little tasty face you have. I have no problem doing any of those things. I'll break all your bones with the same weapons you made for me. I'll eat your heart and devour it so you can remain inside me for all eternity. A symbol of love everlasting~.TIME TO ANSWER THE QUESTION, MY LITTLE BLACKSMITH!

Every time she would come to visit the blacksmith she declared her love for him. She admired his admiration, the weapons he built, all the hard work you put into them. She wanted him for herself. He said he wasn't looking for love because it leads to a sad life of regret and pointlessness I didn't stop her from making advances on him.

Blacksmith: I keep answering your stupid question but you refuse to listen... So now for the umpteenth time I don't and never will love you!

Deidra: *completely pissed* You're Dead, Malvolio!

She tried to grab his chest but he slapped it away with his gauntlets and ran into the town. Deidra then lost his scent. I thousand years have passed and she still searching for the blacksmith, killing almost everyone and everything in her path. She even beat Carl Braxton's kill count of 1999. Her kill count is now over 3005.

Deidra: 🎶Malvolio, Malvolio, my dear Malvolio. How you make my heart sing, how you flip my switch. The sooner I have you, The sooner will start reviewing over these mom girls. Just as the original berserkers have planned before us. You're mine. You're mine.🎶

She has the same moves as Malvolio except there more brutal and intense.