"You may call me the Keeper of Poisons..."
-Ivey-
A Demon who possesses...
...the body of a Elf

A tall cloaked form strolled down the street of the seedy part of Tarbean. The hilt of a board sword showed it one looked at cloaked from the front. It was a six foot tall woman who face was in shadows thanks to the hood of the cloak. A drunk male noticed the female's body as she passed and drew his dagger to catch her so he could rape her. He didn't expect a long nailed hand to his hand holding the dagger before he was kicked in the groin.
"Stupid male." said a rich husky female voice. She was Ivey a female demon who had been around for 2000 years thought much isn't know about her because she tends to stay out of wars. She lost her orginal body way before the great war that sealed the demons so she hadn't been sealed with the others was able to keep working. Her work was collecting, mixing and testing poisons since she loved them.
The male who had tried to rape her would die later from the poison she had infused into this elf body that she had stolen. She passed a Inquisitioner busy at work and didn't moved from her path which took her right next to him. She dropped her hood as she reached the small shop, she had come from the Earth nation to visit.
"Elne, do you have the herb that you wrote me of?" she asked. The old woman chuckled darkly and nodded before getting the poisoned herb which she was given a gold coin for.
"If you come across any more let me know" said the tall cloaked woman.
"I have something you will truely like. Wait here." Elne said before she shuffled into the small back.
"...For I collect many different types besides mixing my own."