A Simple Peddler
Age: Unknown
Race: Monster
Physical Description: Because he is a pure-blood Monster, his form can be fluid. But he usually appears as a decrepid old man in a ragged burgundy suit. His white hair is slicked back, his mustache pencil thin. He has dull gray eyes that seem almost dead, but his gaze is piercing and strong.
His face is gaunt and thin, layered with many folds and wrinkles. He walks about with an ebony walking cane.
Powers and Abilities: The Purveyor can shift his form at will. His body is almost like liquid shadow: black and foul, flowing from form to form like mist. He is nigh indestructable, as one can hardly touch or hurt something as insubstantial as air or light. This works for him as well; he is incapable of interacting with anything in the physical world and can do no one harm. (Unless, of course, harm is brought through one of his goods.)
Profession: The Purveyor of Sin runs a nameless little shop in Avalon. It is a strange little place, full of dust and shadows, and usually contains an air of malignant dread. Like its owner, the shop's appearance is fluid. Its layout, decor, and even location can shift from one to another, sometimes weekly, sometimes daily. No one ever sees it changing, it just happens.
The Purveyor sells anything any customer may want. It can be magical or mundane, it does not matter. All his items can usually solve his customers' problems, one way or another. All he asks for them is a simple pittance; maybe a lock of hair, a smile, or perhaps a piece of paper folded in threes. The real price for his goods come later on, as all of his wares eventually do harm. This harm may happen to either the customers themselves, or to someone close to them. This is the true price for his services, paid full in blood.
The Pruveyor is usually quite agreeable, very charming if he needs to be, and almost always cordial. He will do what he must to sell an item, and he is a very good salesman. His mood is as fulid as his appearance though, and he can be quite cruel and vicious at times. But these moodswings tend to pass quickly, and he can be back to his usual optimistic facade quicker than the blink of an eye.