[hider=Fly Away Fly Boy]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oJbW92K.png[/img][/center]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/vf5MDRr.jpeg[/img][/center]
[center][i][color=#FA8072]"Do it. Tell me to 'buzz off,' I dare ya."[/color][/i][/center]
[hr]
[color=#FA8072][b]Name:[/b][/color]
[color=silver][indent]His Royal Prince “Marty” Beelzebub DCLXVI•MM, Six-Hundred-Sixty-Six-Millionth in line for the throne of Beelzebub the First[/indent][/color]

[color=#FA8072][b]Age:[/b] [/color]
[color=silver][indent]23[/indent][/color]
[color=#FA8072][b]Description:[/b] [/color]
[color=silver][indent]The diminutive form of Marty stands at nearly four feet tall, with bulbous compound eyes of deep red and a gray body bristling with millions of tiny sensory hairs. He walks with all the swagger of someone that learned to be cool by imitating those that never needed to learn how to be cool at all, which is to say that he doesn’t so much swagger as awkwardly shuffle. It’s hard growing up having to compare yourself to over six-hundred-million siblings. Makes a guy do some pretty desperate things, like wear two belts at once, or compulsively comb your antennae to make sure each frond is in perfect place. Vanity is extremely important to Marty, actually. His carefully cultivated bad boy look took a long time to get exactly right, and he’s not going to risk being caught on a windy day without a comb and pocket mirror. 

Marty was born with the very keen understanding that he was never going to get even the smallest taste of the power, respect or prestige wielded by his father. His father, whom he’s only interacted with when being addressed as part of a group. His father, whom he admires more than anyone. His father, whom he’s been trying and failing to imitate for as long as he can remember. Beelzebub the First oozes confidence, charm, and leadership. He can close a business deal like nobody else and commands respect from any and all that share a room with him. 

He probably doesn’t know that Marty exists. Marty, who for all intents and purposes, shares very little in common with his idol. An idol he sometimes resents as fiercely as he loves. (Imagine that. Your father, not a man you look up to and are guided by, but a distant figure that you idolize as though they were a celebrity. Imagine it.) Instead of confidence, Marty has bravado. Instead of commanding respect, Marty feels lucky when he gets any at all. Hell, maybe he could be a good leader, but he’s never going to get there unless he learns to be his own man, er- fly, demon… thing. 

He’s cunning and detail oriented, with an uncanny insight into the minds of others. He has a big heart, even if he struggles to express it, and enjoys working with others. Large groups are something Marty is extremely used to. Most notably, he is ambitious and doggedly determined to make something of himself. Of course when choosing between employment in his father’s mega-conglomerate alongside the vast majority of his family or setting out on his own, he chose the latter.

It was a controversial choice amongst his siblings. For all his shortcomings, that bold action set him apart from the rest of his family. Marty knew though, that he was never going to impress or surpass his father by working underneath him. Beelzebub the First would never take a cushy job in middle management when he could risk it all for more. So Marty didn’t either.

At twenty years old he entered New Helle for the first time, inexperienced but not unprepared. He did his research, and knew exactly what the ballsy move to make was.

How did Marty join Section 7? He marched up to the Easy Runner, stormed in and demanded a job. 

After everyone was done laughing at him, he was promptly thrown out.

This process repeated several times a week for the better part of a month until Chief Armand Rayne finally caved. It is unclear if Marty showed a particular kind of gumption with his behavior or if it just became easier to let him stay and help out.

That was three years ago now, and while he can be extremely [i]himself[/i], that also isn’t always a bad thing.[/indent][/color]

[color=#FA8072][b]Ability:[/b][/color]
[color=silver][indent]Lying to Marty is profoundly hard to do. He has strong natural instincts in that department, augmented by the ability to detect subtle shifts in the moods and physiology of people he’s near enough to. It’s not mind reading per se, but he can tell how hard someone’s heart is beating and he can usually parse the reason why too.

He also has incredible perception, able to notice even subtle shifts in motion at long range and within a wide field of view. All of his senses are enhanced, his antennae and sensory hairs granting him powerful hearing and the ability to feel vibrations in the air. This is helpful for investigative purposes, but paired with his natural reflexes also makes him an extremely scrappy fighter. Marty is frighteningly quick on his feet and with his wings, and four arms means four hands holding knives ready to put anyone that tries him full of holes. 

Additionally, his body is sturdy and capable of taking some punishment, even though to describe him as weak is a bit of an understatement. He would lose an arm wrestle with most children over the age of twelve.

While some of Marty’s capabilities blur the line between magic and mundane, he does have clear powers as a consequence of his demonic nature as well. He has an affinity and control over pests and insects like flies, wasps, or even rats, and can manifest swarms of the nasty creatures to harm and harry. This magic is more useful however when deployed as a reconnaissance tactic. Using his connection to the low and dirty creatures of the world, he can see through the eyes of an insect or send rats and spiders across the city to gather information.

To put not too fine a point on it, Marty is literally the fly on the wall in the room where all that shit went down.

Oh, and he can fly. That’s always nice.[/indent][/color]

[color=#FA8072][b]Artifacts:[/b] [/color]
[color=silver][indent]Diddly squat.[/indent][/color]

[color=#FA8072][b]Connections:[/b] [/color]
[color=silver][list][*]Beelzebub the First: The president of a massive mega-conglomerate in Hell. Probably doesn’t really know that Marty exists.[/list][/color]

[color=#FA8072][b]Misc:[/b][/color]
[indent][color=silver]TBD, maybe. Will add things if they come to me.[/color][/indent]
[/hider]

Let me know if anything needs to be altered or expanded upon. I might still write up a vignette to detail more elements of his personality but otherwise I think the sheet is more or less complete 

Bzzzz