Name: Joseph "Joey" Grayfield
Gender/Age: Male, 17
Appearance: Weapons: Stygian Iron Sword (Stores it in a guitar case)
Abilities: Increased Agility and Flexibility: Speaks for itself.
Shadow Puppet: He can have his shadow move and interact with the shadow of another object. This allows him to move the object itself without anyone seeing him do it, unless they notice his shadow acting on it's own accord. Things are far easier to move this way, taking less strength. Of course, this is useless if the object casts no shadow
Shadow Travel: Able to travel from one shadow to another. This can be done fairly quickly at a close range, within a 30-ft radius of himself. For greater distances it takes total concentration and some time, longer for greater distances. Using this too many times at great distances in close succession drains his energy quickly.
Shadow Clone: Able to turn his shadow into another being all together. It is a perfect clone of himself, except the colours seem muted on it. It can't use any of the Real Joseph's demon abilities though, and is also physically weaker.
Deluminate: Saps light from a source, dimming it or blacking it out all together.
Biography: Joseph was tired as he made his way back to his apartment that night. Too tired, he needed something to drink with copious amounts of sugar in it. He hummed a bit as he walked towards the glowing neon sign that was practically a beacon of unhealthy food. He got into the convenience store and started walking between the shelves, but that's when trouble started.
He heard yelling from the counter, and it only took a second to find out the place was being robbed. Fuck, that wasn't good. He tried to step back and think of a plan but on his step he crushed a fallen bag of chips that had landed on the floor. He alerted the robber of his presence, and that wouldn't be forgiven easily. The robber shot off three shots at Joey. One lodged in his shoulder, another in his gut, and the last in his leg. He collapse onto the ground promptly, holding his stomach tenderly.
As he assumed the money was attained the robber walked back over to Joey. He used his foot to roll Joey onto his back and took aim again. He shot him dead in the chest before stepping back, then taking the shelf beside Joey and tipping it over so that it fell onto him, crushing him. His life was over as far as he knew; he felt his bones snap and warm blood flow and spill around him in a puddle. He closed his eyes and was greeted by darkness, and in that darkness he heard a voice.
"That must have hurt, looks like you could use some help... How does a contract sound?" A smooth voice asked. Joey accepted on grounds it was his only hope, before he passed out.