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Jacob was barely able to get a word in as the woman started rattling off about how it was also her fault due to, allegedly, her distraction with family problems. Then, she voiced his exact thought that he was glad he'd ordered an iced coffee, and a small laugh bubbled past his lips. "Oh god," he said. "Me too. I don't know what I would have done if I'd burned you. Don't worry about buying another one. Really, I should be offering something to make this up to you. I don't think coffee comes out of clothes easily. Maybe I could take you out. Buy you another shirt as compensation, get something to eat."

He flashed her a brilliant smile, showing off pearly whites. He knew very well that he was flirting with her -- but he couldn't help himself. She was extremely cute.
>w> Nobody worships the Empress. ;-;
Perhaps the most important thing to Jacob was how other people viewed him. That could have been due to his own egotistical, prideful tendencies, or it could have been due to the fact that, being a demon, he wanted to make sure people favored him. It wasn't like it was noticeable that he was what he was. However, he wanted to feel comfortable in the case that if someone found out his nature, they would still have a relatively positive view of him. After all, he considered himself to be a pretty nice guy! He didn't go around trying to flex his powers or kill defenseless humans like some members of his "culture."

"I'm hungry."

The voice startled Jacob out of his own thoughts, and he looked up at his brother. "So?" he said, scowling. "You're a grown man. Get you something to eat."

"I want you to go pick me up a bagel and a coffee from that shop down the street."

His brother was met with an incredulous stare.

"...Please," Nicholas added with an insincere smile.

"Okay, whatever," Jacob sighed, standing and stretching his arms over his head. Then, he held his hand out palm-upward toward his brother. "Cough up the dough. Which should include enough for me to get my own fill."

"My money is basically your money," Nicholas grumbled, but shuffled off to his bedroom nonetheless. While Jacob waited, he made to gathering his keys and wallet, as well as slipping his sandals on. "Here," his brother said once he'd returned, slapping a $20 bill into Jacob's hand. "Cinnamon raisin. Large black coffee."

"I don't see why we don't invest in a coffee maker."

"Because the shop makes it for us, and probably makes it better than we could."

"I don't see how it could be that hard to screw up black coffee."

"Believe me, you'd find a way."

Jacob smirked and punched his brother impassively on the shoulder. Nicholas returned his gesture with a laugh and a prominent middle finger, which Jacob ignored as he left the house for the infamous coffee plus bagel run.

The woman behind the counter was friendly and eager to please. It sort of unsettled Jacob, as he couldn't imagine that anyone working with the public could be so genuinely happy all the time. Then again, it was first thing in the morning. His wristwatch read 8:03 A.M, and he could only assume that she'd been on her shift since the store opened two hours ago. The shop was empty save for a young-looking man sitting in one of the booths with his head down. He didn't appear to be drinking or eating anything at all. Jacob quirked an eyebrow in his direction and then turned to await his order.

"Thank you," he muttered, hands now full with bagged bagels and two large coffee cups. It hadn't really occurred to him that it was going to be such a handful, but he managed. Turning on his heel, he ran right into a young woman who'd seemed to sneak up behind him because he hadn't heard her approaching at all. One of the coffees toppled out of his grasp, the lid popping off and spilling all over the front of her shirt. The only thought he could manage was that he was so glad it was the iced coffee that spilled on her.

"I am so sorry," he immediately said, distraught.
Name: Jacob Elliot Wright

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance: Although one would suspect those under demonic influence would have some sort of notable physical change, that is not the case. For the most part, Jacob appears perfectly normal, although he does omit a sort of uncomfortable aura for a lot of people. He towers above many, and most in his family, standing at 6'2". His cheekbones are high and prominent, visible underneath taut, olive skin. Along with this, there are the faint shadows of sleepless nights taking the form of crescents around his blue-grey eyes. His oblong and somewhat ghastly-looking face is topped off by slicked-back, pitch hair.

Family: (Living) Younger Brother [23] Nicholas Wright

Species: Demon

Abilities: Pyrokinesis, electricity manipulation

Weapons: [On-hand at all times]: M9 Bayonet

Details: Contrary to popular belief, most demons are raised in relatively human-esque households. That is to say, although they have to be trained to be physically capable of defending themselves at all times for fear of attack by a Hunter or one of their own kind, demons are not as emotionless and lacking of empathy as one would suspect.

Jacob's childhood was as normal as a childhood gets. He did not attend public school, but he had many friend around his neighborhood, along with his younger brother. The only real tragedy that happened in his life was that his mother died giving birth to his brother, and he was too young to really understand it then.

His father worked hard to train Jacob and Nicholas both to the best of their physical abilities. However, due to unfortunate circumstances, their "species" was discovered, and Jacob and Nicholas were encouraged by their father to flee the state. They did. As fate would have it, they never heard from their father again. However, they now live together in a high-rise building inside the city limits.
...The Empress considers stabbing the new Jester for his joke, but remembers that's pretty much his job title and applauds.
@ScreenAcne They offer +2 def. >.>
The Empress presents @ScreenAcne with Jester garbs.
That's EF's job.
...You don't have to kill people. :o(
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