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Name: Djinn “The Prince of Sorrow”
Age: Ageless
Role/Race: Heir
Have you entered the Surface World?: Not for a very long time
Appearance: Tall and slim, Standing at six feet four inches. Slim to the point that without a shirt he would seem to eat a whole cow just to put on the weight. Although he also had long flowing black hair which came down pass his shoulders. And the most beautiful blue eye’s.
Ability/power: With a simple look, or touch, even the sound of his beautiful voice and he can sense the amount of sorrow in anyone he is attuned to, and know the cause and duration of the sorrow within them. He can then force a target to see the hopelessness of any situation, and can use his resonance to destroy hope. Remarkable this can lead a target to fall to his knees and weep. This attunement can be used on angels and demons, as well as humans. The most often use of this attunement is to increase the amount of pain in a human until they eventually kill themselves.
Weapon: His eyes, his touch, His voice. Just to see his eye is enough for the power to take hold. A mirror, a pool of water, or a highly polished floor it matters not. Yet for touch to work it must be his touch, along with his voice. Although a song heard by him on say an IPod would make you feel sad he would not hold a power over you. As his weapon is not that of a blade of any kind.
Personality: Nobility. At one point he has had brief periods of power, and times when he could have seized great power, but he never does. Like Belial and Saminga, he had become confused about where his Word ends and he begins. At Times his inability to identify himself apart from his Word has prevented him from adequately playing a part in Hell's politics. He is Sorrow, there had been days he spent in the corner of a small, dark room in his Keep of Pain in the City of Dis, staring at the wall and crying. Now in recent years, a new phenomenon has occurred that has given Djinn more power than knows what to do with. Selfish Sorrow. Feeling sorry for yourself just to feel sorry for yourself. Dozens of previously wordless demons suddenly have new purpose in life with such titles as Demon of Attempted Teen Suicide, Demon of Depressing Poetry and Demon of People Who Wear Black All the Time. With this new power he has turned around, becoming more outspoken. Yet he is still that background kind of person… He is sorrow.

What you call your realm: City of Dis, His home is the Keep of Pain

Your realm appearance: A city the size of New York, fill with a greater number of people then it can hold. Yet there is no power, no food, nothing works. There is darkness all the time, like that dim light right after the sun goes down but it isn’t fully dark yet. The colours are all washed. You would still have all the bright colours you might find in a great city, but they would appear as if years of falling rain had ruined them. Bleeding one colour into another. And, always and forever there is a light fall of rain making his part of Hell rather cold and wet at all times.

How you run your realm: He lets his part of hell run itself. His own castle is falling into ruins, as well as the city below him. There is no law, no fixing of anything. He merely allows the self pity of those below to rule their souls. Letting them bath in the sorrow they knew in life. No hope, No happiness, not even knowledge they have anything other then own pains for all the rest of time. Come cry your tears, add your tears to the sea of sorrow.

Djinn's Story