Here we go. Been a while since I've done one of these.
[hider=Ignavas]
[b]Name:[/b] Ignavas – Will allow people to call him ‘Ig’ if they so desire.
[b]Race:[/b] Sloth Demon
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] Appears to be in his early-twenties.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Ig rarely has a consistent outward appearance, more than often little details slip with each passing day, or even hour if he’s feeling particularly lackadaisical, but the look he’s settled on recently is that of a somewhat androgynous young man at 5 feet 8 inches. With his deep blonde hair tied up in a ponytail down his back, his face clean-shaven and diamond shaped, eyes hazel with a tired glaze to it, and clean olive skin with few blemishes. His clothing doesn’t seem to change much, either a black or grey collar bullet-up shirt along with beige trousers – these will all usually be somewhat messy and ragged.

His actual form may be even less well defined than the appearance he outwardly gives. Staring at him in his true form is akin to trying to make out someone on a TV which is giving out enough static to see that they are in fact there, but too much to make out any real features. It is a confusing experience of looking at a being which seems to constantly shift and morph in appearance – enough to make any normal human insane if you were to stare for too long. The one and only thing that you can properly see are two white, pupil-less eyes that never blink.

[b]Personality:[/b] Ignavas is not so much actively malicious as he is apathetic towards his actions and surroundings. He feels the exact same level of pleasure from destroying a life to saving one – absolutely none at all, and as such, he feels extraordinarily little need to do anything aside from what he thinks is completely necessary. For the most part, Ig is just lazy, preferring to do things on his own time or just manipulating other people to do it for him. However, when he perceives a situation as imperative, then he quickly turns into an incredibly effective and utterly ruthless being – if just for the sake of getting everything over and done with as swiftly as possible.

In normal conversation, Ig will generally be polite, soft-spoken, relaxed, and fairly amiable, but when talking to him one can’t help but get the feeling that he isn’t on the exact same wavelength as everyone else – even to another demon. As if he isn’t quite looking at the same thing you are, or that he’s hearing the conversation just that bit different enough from you that his responses feel distinctly off centre.

[b]Abilities:[/b] 
Inertia – Merely being around Ignavas will gradually increase your fatigue and general disorientation, more so in weaker willed people, making people more susceptible to persuasion or suggestion. Being around him for at least half an hour is enough to flat out knock out the strongest of humans – that is, unless he consciously increases or decreases the effects of the power. If his power is focuses on, he can actively confuse and addle even the best of minds to the point where they wonder what it was they were doing. This requires quite a lot of concentration of Ig’s behalf which he rarely feels like doing. He can also, if he wishes, decrease the passive effect this ability has normally if around people he actually wants to pay attention – which also requires him to focus.

[b]History:[/b] Ignavas’ grip on his past is akin to a painting smeared with multitudes of random colours to the point of sheer incomprehensibility – as if there was something grand and epic coated there originally, only for it to be tainted and blurred over. Far from an amnesiac, Ig’s life has more or less converged together rather than be outright forgotten. He feels that he is at least older than 150 based simply on conjecture of the few things he does remember, and he thinks he was human once but any real details are so far off they may as well not matter. Years and decades of indifference and complacency has lead to what can only be described as a creeping inner death – a slow destruction of cognitive thought or emotion. Ig’s days blend into each from simply not caring enough to stay focused, going through his tasks as if he were permanently stuck on autopilot.

This has led to a rather tenuous grip on reality and time – he often seriously questions to himself whether he actually exists at all, and that if he does exist, he wonders if the demonic being known as ‘Ignavas’ has any real definable sense of ‘self’ in the first place. These thoughts have increased in severity as of late, leading to one of the very few genuine emotions that Ig has felt in a long time: fear. Fear that one day he will simply fade away from existence without a single being knowing or caring – and fear that such concepts do not even matter to someone such as himself. As such, Ig has decided to try and play a bigger part in his interactions with the rest of the world – namely, in that of the struggle between the angels and the demons.
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EDIT: And of course, just in time to see you make your sloth demon idea.
Haha.
Heh.
sorry.