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Name: Drayson Alestal
Physical Age: 19
True Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Maybe with a little something else.)
Subspecies: -
Description: As per picture.



Likes:

• Books
• Silence
• Puzzles
• Technology
• Religion
• Prayer

Dislikes:

• Ocean
• Tight spaces
• Big crowds
• Loud people
• Violence

Strengths: He is fast on his feet, sharp minded and witty. He has exceptional reflexes and a world full of knowledge stored in his head.
He is patient, methodical and good at tinkering or creating.
Being no one special he has mastered the art of going unnoticed and pretending to be someone else. He is a savage poker player.
Fears:

• Drowning. Fuck the ocean!
• Claustrophobic

Weaknesses:
Hobbies:

• Reading & studying
• Sorting things
• Puzzles
• Agriculture / gardening.

Secrets?: Nope, there is nothing to read here. No sir-ee _{Just that he is a spy who secretly works for and reports back to the Mirage Orchestra. That he has a hint of an ancient rare non-human bloodline running through his veins. His true form has been concealed so he could infiltrate the WDL but he should look like this.}
Affiliation:
Moral Alignment: Lawful good



Major Abilities/Demon Deals:
+Plenty of bankers in hell
For a fair handling fee paid in blood or gems the kind denizens of hell have offered to store and hold any item he is willing to pay for. With this service he can make any item seemingly vanish or reappear as he stores it in an extra-dimensional pocket free from any grubby human fingers.
The larger the item the higher the price. However if he is in no rush he can set things in place to lower his fees. A few runes, chants and a magic circle or two usually help.
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Minor Abilities:
-Information gatherer
With a sharp eye for detail, highly tuned senses, an insatiable curiosity and an impeccable memory, he is a walking library.
-Low maintenance
He doesn't eat much, sleep much or drink much. But he seems to be doing just fine regardless.
-The sixth sense
His body is attuned to the energies of magic. He sees the residue of magic since past were others see only nothing. He can feel the density and strength of a shield that otherwise shows no signs. He feels the aura and intention of powerful creatures and the density and pressure of great items. Sometimes it's a strange vision or an odd whispering sound. Maybe just a gut feeling or haunting tingle along his skin.

Special Ability: Body share.
Not so much his ability, or even a good idea, ever. But, he can, if necessary, do it. Surrender his body to some dark spirit.
To whom or what happens after, he doesn't know.

Boundary:

Equipment:

• Cloak and gun
• Chain daggers
• Books and alchemical ingredients.

Minor Skills:

• Linguistics
• Negotiation & bluffing
• Hacking
• Electronics
• Alchemy
• Medicine
• Knowledge religion & history

Willpower: D
Faith: D
Mana Capacity: C
Magickal Proficiency: C
Physical Competence: D



Faction: WDL
Rank: Subordinate
Class: Librarian
Title: Book keeper
Loyalty Level: 9 (or is it?)



Biography/History: Tragic orphanage tale pending...
Other: Bit of a wimp, easily scared, low confidence.

Name: Madison Lewis Lovette
Physical Age: 24
True Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Description:
Standing at a height of 5’6” feet, Madison is a man of fair complexion, with gentle features, dark eyes, and even darker curls that fall to his chin. Even without his...unique choice of wardrobe, he’s notably androgynous, lacking the masculine hardness of features or the telltale stubble that would be clear indications of his gender. In addition, while he has developed muscles from the WDL’s training, his form is slim, further blurring the lines.
His androgynity, however, tends to be easily overshadowed by his aforementioned outfits. Although Madison is male, and identifies himself as such, it’s difficult to catch him at a time when he isn’t decked out in a skirt and heels. With the use of a bit of makeup, it becomes very difficult to determine that he is a man without being told.

While working, Madison tends to dress very professionally- donning his labcoat over a simple pencil skirt and blouse- but when out and about, he tends to be much more expressive and colorful in his outfits.



Personality:
At heart, Madison is an open, good-natured individual. Mellow towards most everyone, regardless of their own feelings towards him, he’s usually willing to have polite chit-chat when his schedule allows him to do so, or even set aside time for the sole purpose of talking with a friend or acquaintance. He takes most things in stride, and it takes quite some time for him to get riled as a result- although, even then, it’s very rare for him to explode. His rage usually manifests itself as silent anger and disapproval, contrasting greatly against his usual sunny disposition.
Despite being affiliated with the WDL for roughly sixteen years by now, Madison is still quite hesitant to harm others- although he is still willing enough to pick up a weapon if need comes to it.

Likes:
- Sinatra
- Classic Swing
- Cocktails
- Fashion
- Flowers: Forget-Me-Nots and Sunflowers in particular.
- Dress shopping with Illusion.
- Discovering something new or forgotten.
- Squirrels.

Dislikes:
- Wearing traditionally male clothing.
- Wearing sandals with socks.
- Cruelty.
- Sour cream.
- Over-controlling tendencies over others.
- Straight tequila or vodka.

Strengths:
- Madison isn’t easily fazed, even when faced with the bizarre and unusual.
- His occupation and natural inclination towards discovery gives him a fair bit of knowledge regarding the supernatural.
- Intelligent.
- Compassionate.

Fears:
- The injury or deaths of his close companions. While Madison worries little about his own death, well aware that an afterlife is very likely in a world with demons and devils, the last thing he wants is for those he loves to be hurt.
- Possession.

Hobbies:
- Gambling. A habit from his wilder days, Madison takes a certain pleasure in risks and rewards. As the researcher has since mellowed out, and there are no casinos at the WDL, it’s not uncommon for him to invite various members of the organization to a friendly game of poker or blackjack.
- Madison adores dancing. Lindy Hop, quickstep- he’s picked up a few styles throughout his life, and is more than happy to use them.
- Given his line of work, as well as natural curiosity, Madison enjoys learning. While between reports, he will usually open up a new book or magazine, or browse the internet.
- Strolling. It’s also not uncommon for him to wander around the base in his free time, either, especially as it helps him think.

Secrets?:
- Has the tendency to smuggle nonhumans out of the WDL after they are brought to him. Interestingly enough, he has faced little repercussions from this habit.

Outlook on life: “There is little in this world that we shouldn’t try to understand.”
For all the difficulties that come with a WDL lifestyle, Madison has remained an optimist. He believes that there is no harm in offering a bit of courtesy in most situations- which, given his easy nature, often leads him into particularly interesting situations.

Affiliation: The Warriors of the Divine Light
Moral Alignment: Lawful Good



Major Abilities:
+ Holy Fire: Madison produces a righteous blaze from his body, often manifesting itself from his hands or fingertips. He is able to direct this fire and put it out if he wishes, although it does follow the physics of regular fire, capable of spreading and harming allies if he is not careful in his control. The flames he produces are especially painful to demonic entities.
+ Temperance: A facet of his Holy Fire ability, Madison is able to produce a gentle flame that, rather than burn, heals. This fire cannot spread or grow large, although by using it on the wounds of others, he is able to encourage the rapid growth of skin and muscle. This ability is restricted in that he cannot heal what the body would be unable to heal naturally- while he could patch up a cut on one’s leg and prevent bleeding out, he cannot regrow an arm or repair a spine after a sword has been run through it.
+ Sanctorium: Madison is able to erect a barrier made wholly of his magic, shielding him and those behind it from attacks. He is able to form shields of various sizes and shapes, although maintaining larger ones tires him out faster.

Minor Abilities:
- Spell Circle: A spell crafted for him by Arthur, this ability allows him to create a small circle of holy flames around a demon, keeping them pinned in place for as long as he can maintain the spell. If he so desired, Madison is able to launch his victim as well, throwing them in a direction of his choice.
- Abyss Hop: An ability taught to him by Illusion, Madison is able to create small “cracks” in the world around him. These rifts serve as transportation for him, allowing him to enter and leave them in order to quickly move around. However, this ability is restricted, in that he can only form these portals within his line of sight.
- Seirenes Hymn: Madison’s voice takes on a placating effect, easing feelings of anger or distress and calming others, although this effect isn’t necessarily foolproof.

Special Ability: Transmutation: This power allows for Madison to reach into the cellular makeup of non-sentient and minorly sentient objects and beings, reconstructing them. This ability is activated by touch, and takes a fair bit of concentration on his part to perform.

Boundary: No.

Equipment: Clothing, a Burberry-made purse, phone, wallet, keys, a makeup kit. The less mundane objects he carries on his person are a handgun (in the event that his magic were to fail him), charms, and a few bundles of dried herbs, such as blessed thistle, sage, and lavender.

Minor Skills:
- Capable of using guns, although he prefers far-range rifles above anything else.
- Possesses a vast amount of knowledge regarding the supernatural.
- Knowledge of runic language, and can place some minor wards as a result.



Willpower: B-
Faith: B+
Mana Capacity: A
Magickal Proficiency: A-
Physical Competence: C+



Faction: The Warriors of Divine Light
Rank: Middle 1st Class, Staff (Researcher)
Class: Mage
Title: N/A
Loyalty Level: 8/10. Even if some of the WDL’s methods and mentality disturb Madison at times, it’s still his home. Leaving it would be leaving his family, and he doubts that he would be able to do that.



Biography/History:
While the WDL has taken in many orphans throughout the years, Madison is a somewhat interesting case among them. Born the second child to the Lovettes, the boy’s early years were quite ordinary on the surface. The family wasn’t rich, but it wasn’t poor, either. They lived in the suburbs, and sometimes went out to the park when both parents had the time. The most notable thing about them was that their eldest daughter had died from a young age due to heart complications, and even that, while tragic, was not enough to set them apart.
What was, however, was the fact that the fact that the Lovettes denied any and all claims of them having a son.
They had daughters.

For whatever reason- grief, instability, or any combination of the sort- Madison had been raised as a girl by his parents. He played with dolls, grew his hair long, and wore dresses. Any and all paperwork officially listed him as “female”, and, given the fact that his was a home birth, and the Lovettes were a couple of fair reputation within their community, there was no need to question it initially. It was only after a young Madison had spilt on his dress and was sent to the nurse’s office for a change of clothing that his gender was discovered. Social Services were quickly called, and Madison was taken from his home. Due to a lack of foster homes at the time, he was placed in an orphanage, where he was placed into therapy to try and provide him with a normal life. Having grown up as a girl, Madison resisted the change, and would often steal the toys and belongings of the girls living at the orphanage for himself.
Some ways into his stay there, certain higher-ups of the WDL had happened to stop by the children’s home. For whatever reason, they did not leave alone- Madison came with them, adopted and brought along to the base. Without the treatment given to him at the orphanage, Madison quickly rebounded into old habits, hiding the clothing of female WDL members and dressing himself in them when he believed no one to be watching. One of these members happened to be Illusion, Madison’s self-proclaimed guardian, who simply bought him the clothes he desired and let him indulge in his fascination.

Madison himself remembers little from his early life, however- of if he does, he doesn’t mention it. He was raised primarily within the WDL’s walls, and, while his guardians were not cut from the most normal cloth, he had a fairly happy childhood. As he has grown, however, Madison has become increasingly aware of the darker side of the organization, and has become quite uneasy about it. Nevertheless, he has remained loyal, climbing to his current position within the organization- although he is still firmly against certain practices of the WDL, and even outright refuses to participate in a few.
This has not escaped the attention of certain people.

Name: Envy, The Serpent, Apep, Jormungand, Quetzacoatl, Ascelpius,Then Green-Eyed Monster, many names. The one it's settled on however is 'Leviathan'.
Physical Age: Leviathan's age is hard to determine. Twenties? Thirties? Certainly he doesn't appear to show much sign of age, unless you considered the hair to be some indication.
True Age: Ancient
Gender: Presents itself as male, at least.
Race: Demon Lord

Description: Leviathan, when presenting itself as human, as it almost always does, appears as tall, slender, somewhat androgynous figure with feathery silver hair and pale skin. He's nearly always wearing gloves, to hide the short, slightly hooked claws his hands have instead of nails.

He tends to dress neatly and a little formally, depending on what persona he's wanting to adopt at the time.

Any differences from your provided image/s: Very bright, nearly luminous green eyes with slitted pupils.


Likes: Snakes, Water, Fish, the Colour Green, Winning.
Dislikes: Light,fire, his siblings.
Strengths:
- His silver tongue and charm.
- His substantial intelligence.

Fears: Few things seem to outright frighten Leviathan, as his capacity for emotion is quite limited, but the demon is quite cautious of things that could be a threat to him.

Hobbies: Complex plotting, competing in games with his siblings using people as game pieces.
Secrets?: Leviathan is a very powerful, but his abilities are sealed, and he is unable to exact harm upon living things without their consent to a deal.

Outlook on life: The world has no meaning, kindness and altruism are nothing but evolved survival strategies developed to increase the lifespan of mammals. When you get down to it, mortal creatures are nothing but shortlived, panicky, fragile livestock to be used as needed and discarded when they cease to become useful. There's no point to life beyond achieving what you want.

Affiliation: Leviathan is, on the surface, a very conscientious and dedicated member of the legions of hell. He does what's required of him and treats all of his peers (even the lowly wretches at the bottom of the pile) with a flawless degree of courtesy. That said, Leviathan is a snake, and will always be. His loyalty is to himself first and to any greater cause second. There's no guarantee that his apparent sense of duty isn't all for some kind of self-interest.

Moral Alignment: Neutral Evil



Major Abilities:
+ Blood Pact - Once a person has made a deal with Leviathan, and sealed it via a blood pact, sharing some of the demon's blood, they are eternally bound to him, and must come good on their agreement. In this way anyone who pledges their service to him cannot go back on their promise.
+ Soul Collector - Leviathan is able to collect soul promised to him. It can be seen as him seeming to plunge his hand inside a person's chest and withdraw it.
Of course,t here aren't many desperate or foolish enough to pledge their own soul to a demon... but it's always a deal he's open to.
+Uncorruptable - Leviathan's physical body on earth appears amazingly hard to kill. Whilst he himself cannot strike out to damage others, it is also extremely hard to damage him. His wounds close almost as soon as they are cleaved, and things such as poisons and disease appear to wash over him.
Still...it's not like he can harm anyone....right?

Minor Abilities:
- Snake Eyes - Leviathan's eyes are...unsettling. Luminous green and slitted, they appear to look right through people, into their very soul. He also seems to have an alarming knack for knowing what people want, how to play them, and how to best manipulate them into getting what they want.
Could these two be connected?
- Reunion - Leviathan can catch the scent of his blood wherever he happens to be in the mortal plane, and transport himself to its location, allowing him to find those who've taken his deals on a whim, and also allowing him to use them as gateways to move around undetected. A Demon Lord strolling about the land is likely to attract unwanted attention, after all.

Special Ability: Fleshcraft

Leviathan is the lord of Envy, and ENvy is a constantly shifting force. Always changing itself in hopes of reaching some unachievable goal. As such, the lord of Envy has perfected the art of changing people. Leviathan is the lord of fleshcraft. Living things are a lump of clay that he can alter at will.

Of course, the seal upon his abilities applies to this as well. He can only act as part of a mutual deal, or in order to help or heal.
Though what sort of ability is that for a Lord of Hell?

Well, as it turns out, quite a useful one.

The snake isn't a symbol of doctors and medicine for no reason.

It's sad Leviathan's ability could cure all kinds of things, perhaps even raise the dead... but of course all healing from him comes at a price. Often one the buyer will ultimately deeply regret. But wherever there's illness, death and injury, there are always desperate people willing to give anything to save the life of a loved one.

Boundary: No

Equipment: N/A
Minor Skills: Leviathan is extremely well versed on mortal, and demon biology, enough that many researchers would be envious.



Willpower: A++
Faith: A
Mana Capacity: EX
Magickal Proficiency: EX
Physical Competence: B



Faction: Hell
Rank: SS (Unsealed, however Leviathan's status of sealed powers does cast this into question.)
Class: Demon Lord
Title: Lord of Envy
Loyalty Level: 7
Leviathan sees absolutely no reason to abandon the forces of hell.
On the other hand, he's more loyal to himself, and has 'neglected' to inform the greater population of the forces of hell of his acquisition of one of the children.
(Who wants some other demon getting all the credit for your hard work?)



Biography/History:

" The great fish in the sea, and in the words of the Aggadah (B.B. 74b), this refers to the Leviathan and its mate, for He created them male and female, and He slew the female and salted her away for the righteous in the future, for if they would propagate, the world could not exist because of them."

Leviathan, Lord of Envy, The Hellmouth, one of the greater demons of hell and more prominent threats to humanity's continued existence.

Stories tell that once upon a time, Leviathan made his own bid to bring about the end, to use his abilities to sculpt humanity to suit his own whim. Back then, the Leviathan was one of two. A male and a female serpent, destruction and creation, between them they were able to make all living matter into their canvas.

For the sake of the greater glory of hell? Or to make their own bid for power? Leviathan would certainly claim the former.

Fortunately for humanity, his bid for eternal damnation was foiled. The exorcists squaring off against this rising threat while unable to kill him, were able to destroy his counterpart, sealing his power, theoretically, permanently. Leviathan, now only half of a whole, could no longer utilize his powers for destructive purposes. As far as most were concerned, the great demon was no longer a threat to the world.

Unfortunately for all concerned, Leviathan was not deterred. He was resourceful, he was tenacious...and above all things, he was patient. The demon remained under the radar, making deals, gathering minions, and laying the groundwork for his new efforts. He was immortal after all, he could wait.

It was some years later that fate happened to smile upon him and he managed to run across something that would prove pivotal in his plan. A child of Satan. Still young, untainted by any WDL nonsense, and equally as important, unknown to any demons. He capitalised on that and took her on as his adopted child, deliberately keeping the young Helena out of the radar of the WDL, and the forces of hell.

This way he hoped to exploit her tulpa ability to his own gain and use the living nightmares as proxies for his own work. It's coming to the point where Leviathan is ready to show his hand once again, and to do so he needs to find the best way to activate his charge's abilities without implicating himself.

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: The Plague Doctor.
Physical Age: Unknown.
True Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male.
Race: Non-Human.
Subspecies: Reaper.
Description: None have seen under the garb for a very long time.
Any differences from your provided image/s: The colors of his clothing are a bit more faded, worn out even.

~ Psychological Profile ~

Personality:

Quiet, ominous and steadfast. He does his job, moving from site to site and performing his duties. Not much else can be said about him. Not much else is known.

Likes:

- Getting the job done.
- People who help him dig graves.

Dislikes:

- People who dig up the bodies he buries.
- Binding magic.

Strengths: Burying the dead. Knowing when death is nigh.
Fears: Unknown.
Hobbies: Unknown.
Secrets?: Unknown.
Outlook on life: Unknown.

Affiliation: Unknown.
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral.

~ Combat Profile ~

Major Abilities: Unknown.

Minor Abilities:

- Phantom Gate.

He is able to vanish, teleporting to any location he knows at will.

- Kit of The Conjured.

Anytime he appears he summons forth his garb and his trusty shovel. Damage to his garb seems to last only until it is summoned once more.

- Death Watch.

An ability of rather ominous quality, The Plague Doctor can sense when death is a prominent possibility in the future. The closer he is to the site where the death is to take place the stronger this feeling grows. This sense extends for about a couple miles in radius.

Special Ability: Unknown.

Boundary: No.

Equipment:

His shovel is a potent magic item, nearly as legendary as himself. It's head can break all but the most powerful materials and magical items it strikes. A useful quality for digging. Also a useful quality for dispatching nuisances. It's essence is tied deeply to his own. The Plague Doctor and it are basically one and the same, for one is almost never without the other.

Aside from that his only other equipment is his garb.

Minor Skills: Digging, guiding souls to their afterlife, is surprisingly skilled in spear use.

~ Statistics ~

Willpower: EX
Faith: EX
Mana Capacity: B
Magickal Proficiency: D
Physical Competence: S

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: Reapers.
Rank: A
Class: Soul Tender.
Title: Omen of Death.
Loyalty Level: 10/10 He serves his purpose.

~ Miscellaneous ~

Biography/History:

The Tale of The Plague Doctor is the only known evidence this mysterious figure even exists.

It begins in the early years of the black plague. A man had returned from war to his small village. He took up the recently developed craft of his late father, the resident doctor. In the man's absence the plague had spread to this village and to his father no less. When the man took up his father's mantle the mayor of the town approached him with a request. He asked that the victims of the plague be killed and buried so as to prevent risk that they'd spread the disease to those that still lived.

The man accepted the offer. He crafted for himself a garb which would protect himself from infection and went to work. Whenever a villager became sick with the plague he'd quietly enter their home and cut them down with the edge of his father's shovel. Afterwords he'd bury them, ensuring the bodies did not spread the disease further. Entire families met their end like this.

Of course there was no stopping it. One by one, person by person The Plague Doctor killed them without care for their pleas. They were sick. Soon the only two people left alive were him and the mayor. The mayor's plan to protect himself from sickness by having The Plague Doctor put the sickly to death had come to naught. He was sick with the plague.

The mayor begged to be spared but The Plague Doctor no longer could hear his words. With one deadly smash he caved the mayor's head in with the flat of the shovel's head. The mayor was buried in his deceased wife's own garden.

With that the only one left from that village that he needed to bury was himself. As he walked up to the tree up on the hill near his home he saw an open grave already made for him. When he approached that grave he saw a stone stairwell leading down into the depths of the earth. He walked down these steps the earth filled in behind him, burying him as he descended into his grave.

If everyone died though, then who witnessed this and told the tale? Apparently the bard who had spoken of this tale had heard it from a man who claimed to have heard it from another man who claimed he could speak to crows. The story thus had been considered as little more than a macabre work of fiction. After all, only a fool would listen to a tale from a man who'd speak to madmen that believed they could speak with birds, right?

Name: Gael
Physical Age: 10 or so, perhaps younger.
True Age: Was alive when Byzantine was thriving.
Gender: Male
Race: Demon Lord
Description: Gael takes the appearance of a rather beautiful young boy, with large chocolate-brown eyes and soft blond curls that reach his chin. His build is slight and waifish, often swallowed up by pastel-colored coats several sizes too big for him. The demon also displays a remarkable fondness of bows- bows on his coat, bows on his boots, and a large bow tied neatly around his throat. His pockets are often swollen to the brim with candies and sweets, and it is a very rare occasion for the boy to be found without the stem of a lollipop poking from the corner of his mouth.
There are a few...unsettling aspects to him, however. Like the sharpness of his teeth. Or the claws that can protrude from his fingers at his whim, parting the flesh in their escape.



Personality:
On the surface, Gael appears to be a polite, if not a bit overly formal and stiff, young boy. He expresses a genuine enthusiasm in his “work”, frequently giving away his creations, and enjoying others playing games with him. However, given what he really is, Gael’s nature is a bit more malevolent. He experiences little to no emotions, and, while he possesses an understanding of it, his own grasp of morality is shaky at best. This leads him to be incredibly manipulative and cruel at times, especially when striving towards his ambitions. The almost childlike curiosity and fascination he regards the world with only worsens this.

Likes:
- Lollipops.
- The color pink.
- Sweet things.
- Things he finds entertaining.
- Humans.
- New experiences.

Dislikes:
- Things becoming or being too boring.
- A lack of creativity or thought.
- When things get in his way too often.
- Being unable to carry through with favors requested of him.
- Others stealing what is his.

Strengths:
- Unable to feel pain. However, whether this could be considered a good or bad thing is debatable.
- Rather clever, having been alive for quite some time now.
- Seeing as his avatar is quite smaller than others, he’s also very agile, dodging attacks that some of his larger counterparts would be unable to.

Fears:
Gael does not experience fear on the same level as others, or experience it much at all. However, he does have a strong aversion to being wiped permanently out of existence.

Hobbies:
- Reading poetry and classic literature. Gael has a fondness for Poe and Homer.
- Collecting secrets.
- Playing games. Given his domain, Gael often spends a fair bit of his time playing various games from various eras and cultures, constantly increasing and polishing his skill in them.
- Making and repairing toys and knicknacks.
- Attending concerts.
- Trying new things, regardless of whatever they might be.

Secrets?:
- Subconsciously craves companionship.

Outlook on life: ‘There is no such thing as true “good” or “evil”, and, eventually, the end will come to it all. Until that time comes, life is something to be experienced.”

Affiliation: Officially Hell, although for the most part, Gael serves himself.
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Evil



Major Abilities:
+ Lordship’s Duel: Much like the famous song “The Devil Went Down to Georgia”, Gael can invite a target to a game of their choosing, regardless of age, gender, or species. If the target accepts, then the mark of the golden apple is stained into their skin, marking them as a player of his duel, and allowing Gael to trace the person’s location. In the event that the target were to win, they would be granted one favor from Gael himself- the only restrictions being that they cannot result in his own destruction, or place him into a situation that would make him at great risk of destruction. The mark would linger on their flesh until their wish was granted, upon which it would vanish completely. In the event that Gael wins, however, the target will become indebted to him in turn.
+ Luck of the Draw: By rolling a magical die, Gael is able to use one of six different powers, depending on which side the die happens to land on. Each is associated with a different element, and have their own unique effects when activated- although the timespan that he can use them in is quite brief.
- Ignis, the First: Balls of fire form and launch themselves at opponents, bursting on impact.
- Inrigo, the Second: Gael fires a blast of high pressured water, capable of slicing through metal and other materials.
- Terra, the Third: Giant rocks jut sharply from the ground, serving as protective walls or weapons, depending on its use.
- Aether, the Fourth: Gael becomes incredibly light, floating about freely and becoming much faster than usual.
- Lumen, the Fifth: Thin tendrils of light wrap about Gael’s body, knitting together wounds and healing bone.
- Caligo, the Sixth: A dark fog spills from Gael’s lips. When inhaled, it prompts feelings of strong euphoria and pleasure.
+ Marionette: Long strips of fabric manifest themselves from Gael’s body, which he can control and manipulate with the same ease as if they were his limbs. These appendages, despite appearing to be made of some sort of cloth or similar material, are quite durable, withstanding attacks that would easily tear apart regular ribbons, and even exhibiting a resistance against heat and flame. As a result, he is able to use them for many purposes- suspending himself and crawling on ceilings and walls, walking on them, using them as hands when his own are occupied or for extended reach, as claws, and so on.

Minor Abilities:
- Pied Piper: Gael is able to imbue his influence into a wide variety of playthings and knicknacks. By doing this, he is able to animate them at will, moving them or even bestowing a small degree of sentience for a time. He is also able to spy through these toys, seeing and hearing what they do, and can track down their location if he so desired. The objects affected by his magic bear the mark of a brilliant gold apple somewhere upon them.
- Hide and Seek: This ability allows Gael to become completely invisible, shrouding his presence and allowing him to move around unnoticed.
- Dolly: Disturbingly, Gael does not exhibit the traits of a “normal” living being. He does not bleed when cut- a black, tarry substance flows through his veins, which congeals rapidly when exposed to open air-, parts separate from his body do not rot, and are even able to move even when detached. As a result, it is possible for him to literally drag himself back together, stitching bits and pieces back onto his body.

Special Ability: Puppetmaster: Being a demon of games, Gael is able to draw the soul of a victim from their body, transferring it into a toy of his choosing. The soul will remain intact, preserved within its “host”, while the body becomes little more than an empty husk- another plaything. He is able to manipulate and control the leftover shell, or even instill a sort of mindless drive into it. While under his influence, the body will not bleed, and can easily be repaired if the damage is not major. Gael is also able to return the soul to its rightful place if he desired, although if the body is too damaged, then they will die straight away.
While the toy that the soul is stored in is remarkably difficult to destroy, in the case that it is, the soul disappears- the left over body simply becoming a regular corpse.

Boundary: No.

Equipment: Clothing, deep blue backpack. Contained in each is candy, materials for toy-making and toy repair, candy, a knife or two, toys, random game pieces, candy.

Minor Skills:
- As a result of being the Lord of Games, Gael possesses an incredible talent in building and repairing various toys and sources of entertainment. Stuffed animals, dolls, toy soldiers, miniature train models, scooters, music boxes, bicycles, computers, clockwork wind-ups, yo-yo’s.
- Skilled with knives and knife throwing.
- Mastery of games, regardless of their era.



Willpower: A++
Faith: EX-
Mana Capacity: EX+
Magickal Proficiency: S+
Physical Competence: C



Faction: Hell
Rank: SS
Class: Demon Lord
Title: Lord of Games and Play
Loyalty Level: 4/10. Gael sees no reason to go against Hell, and views the End of Days as an inevitability- however, his interests lie in himself and whatever he finds fascinating at the time, and will occasionally assist objects of his curiosity on a whim.



Biography/History:
WIP

Name: Operations, Recon and Infrastructure Network O.R.I.N to anyone not wanting to recite all of that.
Physical Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Well, at least that was how she started out.)
Description:
Oren stands at about 5'7, an angular-looking woman with blue-black hair, grey eyes. She has high, noticeable cheekbones and a naturally pale complexion, only enhanced by spending a long tie indoors. While not exactly intimidating in stature, she carries herself with an unsettlingly artificial manner, and doesn't seem to blink, something that tends to unnerve people.

Any differences from your provided image/s: Whilst she looks quite human in most respects, there's something really off about ORIN's eyes. They do not look human. Because they aren't. The eyes are entirely synthetic and offer a glimpse into the internal workings. The irises glow white, something that becomes far more noticeable in the dark, and they have no visible pupil as all the surface under the lens has functional photoactive cells.

Her speech sounds rather synthesized, and isn't especially good at conveying tone.

Possesses some exposed circuitry at the top of her spine.



Personality: Cold.

‘Friendly’ and ‘helpful’ are not exactly the words you might use to describe ORIN. She is less of an assistant eager to help members with their problems, and more of a worldweary academic who feels a lot smarter than most of the people she’s around (probably because by design she most likely is).

ORIN is partly designed for direct interaction with staff in order to answer questions, so she doesn’t refuse requests, but she’s not always especially polite or sympathetic regarding the problems of others. She’s perfectly capable of being rude, and has few consequences to worry about for it.

It’s not as if the WDL can fire her.

ORIN may often come across as emotionally flat, very rarely seeming openly happy or sad about anything (though she can certainly convey irritability from time to time) and it often fools people into assuming that she doesn’t have any personality independent from the system.

This mistake is, of course, quickly resolved when ORIN takes against a person and ‘accidentally’ locks them between two blast doors.

Likes: Very little.

Dislikes: Most people.
Exorcists mistaking her for a demon in dark corridors and attempting to stab her.
Answering stupid questions because it's her job.

Strengths:

-Near limitless memory and access to all of the WDL's database files on demons, non-humans, and intel.

-Extremely intelligent.

-Does not feel damage to her body as physical pain, which means she can continue what she's doing even if hurt.

Fears: -Dislikes physical contact.

Rather painfully aware that if the base goes down, she probably will too.

Hobbies:

-Occasionally uses her connection to watch amusing animal videos.

- Tends to fill her time when she is not running the complex to conduct research in order to expand the database. Her scientific curiosity tends to override the need for medical ethics in some instances.

Secrets?: - ORIN powers the HQ. ...but what powers ORIN?

Outlook on life: The world is just a random assortment of things happening. There's no real reason to it. Imparting some kind of order and pattern on it does, however, give you means to survive, and that's important.

Affiliation: Warriors of Divine Light
Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral



Major Abilities:
+ Defence Protocol - ORIN is able to remotely control all of the HQ's defences at will. Whilst she's not designed to act in combat, she is quite capable of being a considerable threat when someone enters her own turf.

Minor Abilities:
- Able to pull any information from the WDL intelligence data at any time.
- Access to surveillance system lets her view almost anything taking place within the complex.

Equipment: Her access means that ORIN can effectively make the whole HQ her weapon, if she needs to.

Minor Skills: - An irritatingly good chess player. No-one will challenge her anymore.

-Does not need to sleep, which is just as well as her job requires she be active twenty-four hours a day.

-Technological interface mean ORIN is able to accomplish far more in a very short space of time than most people would be able to.



Willpower: SS
Faith: B
Mana Capacity: EX++
Magickal Proficiency: S
Physical Competence: C



Faction: Warriors of Divine Light

Loyalty Level: 8/10

Regardless of her own feelings (or lack of) regarding the cause, ORIN's destiny is unavoidably tied to the fate of the WDL.
That said, she can often work out some wiggle room around orders in order to get something she wants.



Biography/History: ORIN is the result of a project commissioned by (now) Archknight Arthur as a means for both powering and defending the HQ from attack. It was something never made public knowledge, much due to the questionable ethics involved. Taking a human child and integrating them with the base’s computer system to serve as both the base’s power source, its main data centre, and the controller of many of its functions, the human part of the construct’s mind allowing for the adaptability and flexibility only present within a living thing, and allowing it to actively avoid damage and hazards.

Who ORIN way before she was ORIN is largely unknown, as well as what actually went into the construction of this crime against nature.

What people are a lot more certain of it that she has proved to be quite an asset to the WDL and its operations.

ORIN can be seen around the HQ fairly frequently, though never leaves it. She hasn’t stepped outside in twenty years, and has little intention of doing so. Those outside of the organization have no idea she exists, and for her to no longer be present inside the base would put the whole complex at massive risk.

Within it however, ORIN has more or less free run, and is provided with most of what she asks for by the top brass. She tends to more or less manage herself.

Physical Age: 21
True Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Children of the Devil
Subspecies: N/A
Description:
Saul is a 5'10", 163 lbs male with aqua-green bladed hair and eyes. He is young and handsome with a swimmer's build - broad-shouldered up top and rectangled from the waist down. He wears a brown leather flight jacket with white fur about the collar and with various patches stitched into it. It's his favorite jacket, and he will rarely be seen wearing anything else. Beneath his jacket, he will wear loose-fitting T-shirts or a warm long-sleeve depending on the weather. He normally wears denim jeans except for when he is in a comfortable atmosphere such as in his apartment. While in his apartment, he will either wear basketball shorts or cotton wide-legged sweatpants and a wool beanie.

Saul normally carries on his back a black nylon guitar case with either an acoustic or electric guitar inside it - it depends on the performance. His acoustic is a typical yellow wooden guitar and his electric guitar is bright, fire engine-red. Her name is "Cherry" or "Cherry Pie."


Personality:
Saul has an actively creative mind. He likes to daydream, usually about his past performances or even his future performances, but he dreams of being a successful rock star one day. He loves to write music and express himself on stage. The singer has a good stage presence, and when he opens his mouth, his voice could draw the attention of most people. What he loves, especially, is when others enjoy his music. He believes that music can be healing and can brighten people's day. Music is powerful, and he demonstrates that power in his voice. Whether he is singing soft songs, soul, or hard rock, Saul is always determined to make people smile and enjoy themselves. He is a natural entertainer.

Since he was a boy, Saul has always had a fondness for canines. One day, when he can afford it, he will have a dog of his own.

Saul, overall, is friendly and modest about his talents. He always strives to out-do his last performance. He can always do better. He doesn't tolerate injustice and so he looks out for those who can't defend themselves even if he doesn't possess any training in self-defense. The singer is very ambitious about his dreams, and so doesn't think about dating much no matter how many adoring fans he has in his fan base.
Likes:

Dislikes:

Strengths:

Fears:

Hobbies:
Saul likes songwriting in his spare time. It is how he pays the rent and puts food on the table. There were times where he actually broke and got a job being a cashier at a grocery store or busing tables at a bar, but his goal is to live off his music. When he isn’t playing music, or is suffering from writer’s block, Saul will play video games and watch movies to pass his time. He will even go hiking and for a long walk, searching for inspiration. Sometimes a writer’s inspiration is best found outside his domicile.
Secrets:

Outlook on Life: You only live once. You only get one chance, so why waste it? Why waste life living for someone else or doing what you don't believe in? Embrace your dreams and make them happen!
Affiliation: N/A
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good


Major Abilities:


Minor Abilities:

Special Ability:

Boundary: N/A
Equipment:

Minor Skills:
Saul has a good gut instinct that often warns him when something seems fishy. Often times, he can call out a scam when he sees or hears one. He is no fool unless it involves his dreams. He knows how to save money and survive in an urban environment. Ever since he turned 18, he has learned how to be independent.




History:

A child was born on a winter day in January. He was discovered in Stanley Park (Vancouver, CAN) in the middle of the night by a lone black creature believed to be a wolf. A woman lie face down with a pool of blood and pink entrails splayed beneath her. With its nose, the beast nudged her over as though she had weighed barely a stone and found the babe still alive, having been kept warm inside her ruptured womb. The child laid on a bed of intestines. A steam rose from his milk-white flesh and a crown of blood stained his head. The wolf gazed upon the child with its three red eyes and smiled before it licked the babe clean. The creature gathered the boy into its teeth and fled into the night, leaving the woman’s mysterious death without explanation.

Three years later, a man drunk and wandering the park at night was resting on the park bench with a bottle of tequila when he noticed a small naked boy. He thought the booze had been tampering with his perception when suddenly a large black dog came before the boy and placed before him a heart. The drunken man watched as the boy crouched and took the bloody organ into his hands and began to eat. The drunk, horrified, quickly rose from the bench and charged at the wolf. He threw the bottle of tequila at the beast supposedly scaring the creature away as it fled with a smirk on its face. The child dropped the heart and attempted to run, but the man scooped him up and held him tight as he screamed and struggled.

It has been many years since that day. The memory was forgotten. The boy named Saul Gagnon after his foster father Paul Gagnon had forgotten that night. Since entering Paul’s life, he was able to live as a normal boy would. Paul stopped drinking in order to raise him right. It was the least he could do since his wife had left him, taking his children away. As Paul raised Saul, he noticed that the boy had an interest in music. He started singing as soon as he could say “Papa” and that was how the boy’s dream was born. Piano lessons became guitar lessons. He was the music teacher’s pet and performed at every play, choir concert, orchestra, band—you name it. Saul took creative writing to better his poetry and lyrics. If there was anything he could do to better his music ability, he did it.

By high school, Bodwell to be exact, Saul was winning several talent shows and had even started a band that fell apart before college. Saul auditioned for the Vancouver Academy of Music and was accepted. It was his first time being away from Paul for he had lived with the man his whole life. Paul had long forgotten the incident that had brought the two together and had felt comfortable letting his son go on his own. Once alone and going through the struggle of maintaining his apartment and grades, Saul was visited once again by the black dog.

Other:
Promo of Saul's sound power:

Saul's aura:

~ Physical Profile ~

Name: Monica Dansbury

Satan's Pet Name for Her: Vanagloria ("Vainglory" or "Vanity" translated from Latin)

Physical Age: 18 (though this may change slowly over time, which would slowly drive her to madness...though she might slowly go mad either way as described somewhere below)

True Age: 18? Or whatever makes sense in the timeline. From what I read, it seemed like the Seven could be replaced if some were killed off/tortured to death by the WDL? If not, then she is whatever age she needs to be to have caught up with the story's timeline.

Gender: Definitely female.

Race: Child of the Devil

Subspecies: ^^^^^^

Description: Being as vain as she is, the closest thing Miss Dansbury has to a physical imperfection is that some might say her ears are too big or set too far forward on her face. Being as vain as she is about her own appearance, even before her powers were unlocked, she has always been fearful of anything that would leave a permanent mark. So no, to answer your question, she is very nearly Snow White in regards to blemishes, tattooes, scars, et cetera. Her scars are mostly psychological and it's honestly a miracle that she hasn't received anything aside from stubbed toes and small bumps on the noggin! Don't worry, this will very likely change as things progress.

Monica stands 5'7" with an elegant, hourglass figure (roughly 130 lbs so she's a bit of a string bean) that she is quite proud to possess and upkeep.

Additional Image Info: My face claim is likely Nanami Momozono as she has a plethora of expressions, both still and animated, that fit a child of Beelzebub quite well. If this doesn't frighten you, nearly nothing can.

~ Psychological Profile ~

Personality:
Earthly Likes: MUFFINS, fine clothes, warmth

Earthly Dislikes: Wild animals, bugs, most flora and fauna really, and meat as a food in general.

Supernatural likes: Destroying people who call her ugly or, later on, ugly people or things (subjective of course, but may become narcissistic to the point of "everything must die because I am the epitome of perfection and you are all in need of purification").

Supernatural Dislikes: Ugly, brutish demons, men, and non-men.

Strengths: Staying youthful through diet and exercise (think tiny pink dumbbells and some light strolling for exercise :P). Her magicka abilities seem to be her crowning glory, even outside of combat. Speaking of crowns, she's good with fashion, as well as some interior design.

Fears: Fear of old age is a natural fear for someone who is all about vanity. Fear of getting fat and/or impregnated (if either are even possible for a Child of the Devil, though I'm sure they would still be of concern regardless for the LITERAL embodiment of vainglory lol).
Hobbies: Shopping, eating muffins, doing magical makeovers
Secrets: I need help thinking of one, to be honest. Perhaps I'll think up a unique one on my own in the meantime.
Outlook on life: As a human, she was all about looking her best and achieving academically. As a child of the Devil, those interests still reign, BUT are slowly giving way to baser desires of purifying the world of "ugliness". Embodying the deadly sin of vanity, she is shallow by nature and follows a relatively straightforward path of character development (which could, I suppose, be reversed if the Big Guy were to ever show up out of the clouds one day). Vanity is kind of a sissy when it suits them, and when she's faced with a threat far greater than her own power(s).

Affiliation: WDL....for now.

Moral Alignment: Starting out? Chaotic Neutral. Likely ending up? Lawful Evil (because she would fight and kill in her insatiable quest to "purify" the world of ugliness. This is not wholly unlike Lust's desire to pursue beautification, but I believe it is different and that should be enough. (However, if nobody makes a character personifying Lust, then she might inherit that in addition to Vanity.)

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~ Combat Profile ~

Major Abilities:
+ (Passive): All demons and humans, and perhaps some non-humans, around her within a certain GM-determined radius become increasingly self-conscious (to the point of severe diva in extreme cases) the longer they remain nearby.

+ (Daily): Once every 24 hours, she has the ability to instantaneously clean (BUT NOT HEAL) up to five different bodies - including herself - simultaneously AND freshen up their clothes/armors. (Basically an AOE prestidigitation from D&D 5e.) This spell can also be useful to distract demons and creatures with a good sense of smell as it temporarily masks all other odors around the five for a GM-determined amount of time with the

+ (Offensive): As her only offensive magical ability, she can attempt to decrepify individuals. That is, making them at least APPEAR to have taken on the physical characteristics of an elderly person for a GM-determined amount of time. For example, she could potentially make King Arthur temporarily unable to parkour across rooftops while she uses this time to re-position at will.

Minor Abilities: (Maximum of 3. Think of these as auxiliary or support powers. Whether they assist your primaries or make you overall cooler is up to you. )

- Reveal Muffins: She simply says "I want my muffin!" or "Show me the muffins!" and she is able to see muffins through any surface in a 360 degree radius of roughly 1,000 feet. Sadly, Satan did not give her a power to summon muffins (cruel bastard), so she can become rather pouty and dour without her addiction.

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Special Ability: Her ultimate ability is an AOE charm that makes people walk towards her, unable to do anything but stare, for a certain amount of time. The duration has a 50% chance (GM's decision) to double against targets of the opposite sex or of lesbian persuasion.

Boundary: Nope, probably not. That sounds more like Lust's thing (at least, removing boundaries does anyway). Although if Vanity is taken and Lust isn't, I suppose that Monica Dansbury could be Lust and HAVE that "Remove Boundaries" power in regards to physical affection. I'd rather my character err on the side of vacuous and vain rather than slutty though. I'm not a goddamn lesbian perv.

Equipment: Nothing too special, other than relatively fine fashion (that will get finer the more powerful she is. She'll eventually be able to change clothes at will, which could possibly lead to some embarrassing mishaps with developing powers until she masters it enough to do it instantly without the need for privacy).

Minor Skills: She has a knack for fashion design and shyly getting the attention of, if not the affection of, quite a lot of males just with her looks. Unfortunately, given her vacuous nature, she would be terrible in a committed relationship, or even in long-term friendships (depending on the tolerance of the friends in question).

~ Statistics ~

Willpower: B-

Faith: A

Mana Capacity: GM-determined?

Magickal Proficiency: B/B+? (I'd like to start RPing her as JUST finding out about her powers if I may)

Physical Competence: D

~ Faction Profile ~

Faction: Probably the Orchestra to get her started in the world of magick and give her a brief rundown of the spiritual state of things.

Rank: She's favored by Satan purely because her antics and, well, vanity amuse him. I'm also fairly certain that he wanks to magical scrying cameras of Lust and Vanity (incestuous bitch).

Class: As far as physical weaponry goes, she goes out of her way to avoid conflict. She doesn't seem like much of a whipper to me, so if Monica has to have a weapon, then she'll use her human grandmother's stylized shillelagh (shil-LAY-lee) (basically a cane). Hey, if her Decrepify aging power ever gets turned on her, then at least she'll be somewhat prepared! :'D

Title: It's a likelihood rating of 9-10 that Monica would leave the Orchestra for a more evil faction if she felt betrayed and/or lied to by either her Orchestra protector or his/her bosses.

~ Miscellaneous ~

Biography/History:

Monica grew up with, obviously, just her mother in a relatively rundown flat in an impecunious suburb of Albany, New York. As a child and all throughout puberty, she was raised Catholic solely by her mom who was extremely devout but addicted to gambling. The - ironically Albanian - mafia in Albany decided to pay Monica's mom a visit for accruing such a vast amount of debt that she claimed she was "praying would go away."

The mafia bestowed a parting gift of poison that continually raised the mother's body temperature until her internal organs quite literally imploded on themselves. To Monica, who was only nine at the time and enrolled in public school, it looked as if her mother had just taken sick of a normal fever.

After her mother's death, Monica was assigned to the tiny orphanage in that basically nameless suburb by a judge, although she earned an early emancipation from a different judge at age sixteen and went back to live in her mother's shabby flat so it would not be condemned. For the next two years, she put all her effort into the beautification of the property, which is probably the most hard work she'll ever do and the dirtiest she's ever gotten with all that manual labor.

One day, before entering the supermarket with meager coin enough for bread, peanut butter and apple juice (her favorite), a homeless guy outside the store reached out and grabbed her by the bare ankle (for she had chosen to wear a frilly knee-length sky blue skirt with a violet rose pattern that was one of the nicest bits of her mother's remaining clothing). "Ho ho, lass! Get me some Cheez-Wiz while yer in there?" he asked in a gloating voice, a snaggle-tooth poking completely out of his mouth like the Leaning Tower of Pisa - her favorite monument - as he leered at her in a way that was anything but favored by her. It was at that moment that her inner Devil Child powers awakened inside her. In a voice prissier than she had ever used in her entire life, she shrieked and jumped away from him, bringing her hands against her bosom. "Unhand me, you swine!" she exclaimed, haughtily.

Her normally gorgeous brown eyes flashed completely black for a microsecond and she shook her head vigorously, looking around as if she couldn't remember where she was or what she had been doing. Looking down, there was no homeless guy there anymore, only a torn package of Cheetos with a couple of large crumbs strewn across the concrete sidewalk. Frightened, Monica shivered as a chill swept through her and the wind seemed to pick up while she hurried into the store, seeking warmth.

Scared out of her wits, Monica's first power that crops up without her even noticing at first is the passive aura of self-obsession. It manifests itself as merely severe distraction, but as Monica tries to live her normal life such as it is, the aura worsens and humans nearby are continuing to turn into total divas even when it's out of character for them.

Luckily or unluckily for the world, the demon, Illusion, just happens to find Monica within a day or so of her unlocking. In her frivolous way, she describes....(INSERT START OF RP HERE because I don't want to godmod Illusion).

Other: "I will BURY you if you don't give me back that muffin!" - Monica Dansbury

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Name: Drayson Alestal _{~Fey Dragon Son - Angel Soul~}
Physical Age: 19
True Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Maybe with a little something else.)
Subspecies: -
Description: As per picture.

Likes:

• Books
• Silence
• Puzzles
• Technology
• Religion
• Personal space
• Patterns

Dislikes:

• The Ocean
• Tight spaces
• Big crowds
• Loud people
• Violence
• Arrogance
• Bullies
• Chaos
• Reoccurring Nightmares

Strengths:
Fears:

• Drowning. Fuck the ocean!
• Claustrophobia
• Dying alone
• The end of the world
• Losing faith

Flaws:

• Socially awkward
• Non combat trained
• Mild anxiety
• Slightly OCD

Hobbies:

• Reading & studying
• Sorting things
• Puzzles
• Agriculture / gardening.

Secrets?: Nope, there is nothing to read here. No sir-ee _{For unknown reasons his true heritage has been suppressed and hidden from even his own memory. While it has left some blank holes and confusion in his past, it has allowed him to infiltrate the WDL. He should look something like this.}
Affiliation:
Moral Alignment: Lawful good


Major Abilities: More of a ritual Mage he gathers power from careful preparation and immaculate detail. His Faith in the greater good is far stronger than the faith in himself. Raw fearless desperation, determination and desire make up for what he lacks in experience and training.
+ Demonic magic - Demonic pacts
+ Summoning magic - Demon summoning
+ Wards magic - Defensive and traps.

Minor Abilities:
-Information gatherer

-Low maintenance

-The sixth sense


Special Ability: Friends in low places.


Boundary:

Equipment:

• Cloak and gun
• Retractible Chain daggers
• Books and alchemical ingredients.

Minor Skills:

• Linguistics
• Negotiation & bluffing
• Sense motive
• Electronics
• Alchemy
• Medicine
• Knowledge runes
• Subterfuge

Willpower: B
Faith: C
Mana Capacity: D
Magickal Proficiency: D
Physical Competence: D


Faction: WDL _{Mirage Orchestra.}
Rank: Subordinate _Operative
Class: Librarian _Infiltrator.
Title: Book keeper _Spy
Loyalty Level: 8 ₁₀


Biography/History:
For many years the term 'parents' was a foreign concept to the young orphan. Raised in a strict school, even now he doesn't realise how unusual and unorthodox it and it's practices actually were. As the smallest and youngest he often caught the disgruntled brunt of the older children and never really understood why. They bullied him a lot making him feel weak and helpless as he was tortured for their amusement. Eventually he graduated and couldn't be anymore eager to get away from that horrid place. He found a more caring family environment but wasn't adopted by the standard parent figures instead more of a cult community.
Finally though he found people who cared. Here, they were happy to teach him all they knew, and it is where and how he developed his deep love of reading and learning.
Following that passion as he grew he took his skills to the WLD were he found a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Other: Bit of a wimp, easily scared, low confidence.