Name:Nergal S. Salvatorre (he nicknamed himself Alexander Valentine)
Age:19
Gender:Male
Race:human/demon
Sexual orientation:Straight
Bio:Once there was a fire demon with a particular penchant for human girls and a particular hatred for rape.He instead used his powers of guile,his charm,and his strength to win women over for that one night that he needed them.Then he would leave,normally he would give a girl a substantial bag of cash before he left just in case she needed the money to pay for a second mouth.This was the case with a young merchant's daughter named Maria,it was
love lust at first sight and he wasted no time in wooing her for a bed and a hot meal on his way through the town.He finished,left her a nice bag of pesos and left.Nine months later Nergal was born,his although she had shamed her family was to beloved by her father to be thrown out.So Nergal lived as shut in,he was a virtual recluse in his grandpa's estate except for those rare times where his mother would take him out to town and let him loose on the populace while she went shopping.
Oh how he loved those times,being part demon he wasn't the kind to sit by and take it if someone was throwing rocks at him,after the first day he went there they never called him a freak again.A five year old Nergal,unaware of his heritage,leader of his own troupe of frightened children.He was much like his father in all aspects but one.Those easy lays,another notch in his bedpost,he never liked that.He always went for the hard targets,the ones he could never hit.((Pun not intended))Another time skip,a seventeen year old Nergal,shooting down shots and making people laugh.He did some things at that age that he's not proud of.Another step to being like his dad.He was always looking for a good time,it didn't matter the stupidity of the activity or its impossibility he could never stand to be bored.Even when he was sad he wasn't bored.He would go mope around the bull pits,or cry in that part of the river that you couldn't touch the bottom of.That was him,although ever since he was ten he'd noticed that there'd been something different about him.He could make the fire do things,it wouldn't hurt him,it would go where he told it to and if he concentrated really hard he could make it sprout out of his body.This demonic energy attracted the attention of the school,who after explaining what he was to his family was gladly sent off.
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Special abilities:He can create,direct,and extinguish fire.