Name: Johan Knight

Age: 21 (Well, in looks. He's technically immortal, as a Demon.)

Gender: Male

Race:Presumably demonic.

Description: He won't be wearing the odd fur mantle thing, due to the human limitation known as too-damn-hot-out.

Personality: If he'd been exiled in another century he would have led orphans in pursecutting and pickpocketing on the streets of London. He's a natural charmer, but has little to no interest in anything that isn't his- He'll take what he wants and suffer no arguments. Much less concerned about keeping a low profile than his brother, he's part of the reason they usually have to keep on the move. He has no interest in returning to Hell, save for figuring out what it was he stole that got him kicked out.

Likes:
Anything he owns.
Corrupting people without their knowledge.
The Internet ("It does my job for me!")
Tricking people.

Dislikes:
Things that aren't his.
People who can't stick up for themselves.
People whose first resort is violence. Not violence itself, but people who don't know anything but it.
Every other Demon, due to them disagreeing with Johan owning the universe.

Weapon of Choice: A long knife like one you'd usually find being used to cut bread.

History: Hehe... I've been a Demon since a long time ago, and although I don't remember it all I do know this- I was damn good at it. I stole bodies for my own, and they were mine- I was Legion in reverse, the demon with 6,666 bodies, all mine! And I used 'em... Used 'em to steal from the Lords of Hell, with their fancy castles built on the damned and such. Hehe. But I lost it all. I don't even know exactly what it was that got me thrown out. All I know is that one of them got mad at me for stealing something, and demanded I hand it over. But he didn't tell me what it was, the ass! And so I got tossed out onto the Earth with this silent moron until we can get Charon laid.

"Hey, pretty princess~. Let me in your castle. Did I just say that?"