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Daemon Zagan

With a name that means [quote]The Demon King[/quote], this black haired, Japanese-seeming man truely does live up to his name. His black eyes are always glimmering with mischeif, but he otherwise seems completely calm.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tyliana

Description

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This man is 5'3", weighs about 140, and is of slightly muscular build. His eyes are black, and always seeming to shimmer.

Personality

Very sarcastic and possibly deadly, Daemon has the sharp wit of any demon twice his age. He has the strong belief that in order to be accepted by animals, he must act like them, and, therefore, mimics most of the actions of the normal human-- except one. He refuses to sit and argue about random bullshit, and he refuses to let anyone who bothers him live to tell the tale. Anyone that does can count themselves lucky, for he was likely in a greater mood at that given point. Oh, and, one last thing:

Just because he doesn't like those damned human women, doesn't mean he's gay. It just means that he believes they are too damned bitchy and too damned fickle to be worth any of his time. About the only thing he does think that the human's got right was the Japanese comic books that he's always got one of.

Equipment

He was born with a shifting ability, meaning he barely needs any weapons. However, he does carry one gun, which he dubbed "Hades." This gun is an exact duplicate of Train Heartnet's gun off of the manga Black Cat. Speaking of that manga, he's always got one or two volumes in his hand at any given point in time, whether of Black Cat or of any other number of graphic novels. He also wears a laser gunblade on his person, because he prefers that to a regular sword when dealing with people inside large suits of... armor?

He wears one necklace, an upside-down Pentagram with his own image carved in crystal.

History

He was born back at a time before the humans began to count years, but until only a decade ago, he was still but a child. He remembers nothing of his demonic past but the necklace which he had been gifted with. All he does remember came from the decade he was an adult. This is his story. Italics are his thoughts.

1999:
Where am I? What is this?
Tokyo Japan. He could not understand why the men with slanted eyes could not understand the men without. He could not understand why all could understand him, yet they could not understand each other.
Why don't they understand?
He didn't understand what he was, not yet. He was too young, too fragile, but as the months moved on, he began to learn. He learned faster than all the others. He grew faster than all the others. Soon, those who he had befriended, he had pushed away, having learned so much more about them and himself than they themselves knew.
I don't need you!
He pushed them all away, knowing that they could no longer look upon him as a friend. They all saw what he did, that October night, the last of the days of the month.. The day of All Hollow's eve. He had become some sort of monster. Some sort of... terrible creature.
I'm not human! I'm not like you!
December the twenty-fifth came and passed, and his old friends had come to make sure he was alright. They weren't afraid of what he had become. They didn't blame him. They accepted him. He was one of them.
I'm so sorry..
December the twenty-sixth came. There was nothing left of his friends but blood-soaked clothes and bones upon the floor.

2000:
I have to get out of here!
January first, he was on a plane out of Tokyo and into America, where he knew none would know his name. He used the cash he'd found in the pockets of his now deceased friends' clothes. It was barely enough to get him out of the country.
Why.. Why is everyone staring at me?
Daemon had no clue as to what was going on. The Americans all believed he had to be some rarity in Japan.. He was a giant. He was taller than most that came from his country. But why had a Japanese teenager come in the first place? And why in the world did he actually know English?

2001-2006
No... Don't come any closer..
For the next five years, Daemon kept himself to the shadows, knowing that every year would bring more deaths. He couldn't stand to get close to anyone again. This was proven on the final year. A child who had played in the very park under which he hid had taken shelter from a storm in the stormdrains under the park. For a whole year, this child talked to him and tried to understand everything that he was going through. On July thirtieth, a missing person's flier with the face of a little girl. was posted across the town.
What... What have I done?

2007:
So... So hungry...
Somehow, he'd managed to book tickets on a plane on September 11th, 2007, his chance to escape Boston and the Missing Child posters that had begun to haunt him. But there was something wrong. Slowly, his hands began to phase out of reality, and the plane was already in the air. A tail had begun to sprout. And his skin was becoming leather. Suddenly.. the world went black.
Where... Ouch... Am I..?
When he awoke, they were lifting what seemed to be a frail form from the rubble of Ground Zero. His form. As he began to ask what had happened, every moment flooded back into his mind. Most of the people in the plane hadn't been found...

2008:
Please... tell me it's over...
A year of peace, Daemon had found someone he believed he could connect to. By the end of the year, he had proposed... and she had answered yes.

2009:
Kina?!
The pews of the church, once ivory white, were matched to the deepening scarlet of his bride's dress. He'd not even begun the change when he blacked out this time. One moment, he was saying "I do," and the next... She lay across his lap, lifeless, with her throat torn out by what seemed to be human hands. Whatever happened to those attending the wedding.. He didn't even want to think about it.

2010-present:
There.. there are people like me? Really?
Though the terrors he had committed at the wedding had turned him cold to the world, he still feels, on the inside, as he had that first night, in Tokyo. Still, he doesn't remember his past.. But now... His only wish is to be able to control the change... and himself while changed.

So begins...

Daemon Zagan's Story

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Daemon Zagan walked into the bar with a completely straight face. 'So this it, hm?' he thought to himself, glancing around the well rounded room. No corners. Interesting.

He couldn't help but grin, once he saw the nice large counter that wa bar. He immediately walked toward the center of it, and pulled a small wad of cash from his pocket. "I -do- hope this bar actually has someone on duty," he said, sounding rather rude about the whole senario.

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Daemon Zagan kept his eyes trained on a spot behind the bar. It seemed noone was coming. Perhaps it was a bot-bar, after all. He shrugged, waving toward a bot. "Scotch, dry. Large." He waited till he was served the drink, handed the bot the cash, and then picked up the drink and swivelled around in his stool.

Slowly, the man begain to flick his eyes to each person, one after another. They lingered longest on Ty, but then continued to shift to the next person. The man was certainly a point of interest for this evening. He sipped from his liquor in thought.

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Daemon Zagan took a swig of his scotch, standing up and slipping the cash back into his pocket. His black eyes flickered to one of the more silent men of the room. Xanatos seemed to have not even spoken, yet he drew the demon's attention.

"Why," he asked himself aloud, as if wishing to be heard, "is there a man in a bar with no drink in his hand?" The man shrugged, walking back towards one of the walls and leaning against it. Perhaps the man would explain himself, in time.

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Daemon Zagan raised a brow,stufing his free hand into his pocket. "And what kind of drink, sir, might that be?" the man said with a light smirk on his lips as he thumbed the wad in his jacket pocket.

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Daemon Zagan grinned. "Shoulda known," he remarked, before pulling out the wad of cash and handing him around.. six twenties. HHe didn't actually count them, of course, but rather grabbed a thin stack and placed it upon the table in front of the other demon. "You wouldn't be so isolated if you learned to drink as the local's do. One dead braincell at a time."

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Daemon Zagan grinned, slipping the wad back into his pocket. "Even animals need to be calm before the hunt," he responded, shrugging. His eyes seemed to shimmer as he began to take in the nervous, obsessive reactions of Xanatos.

That, of course, was his weakness. He actually wanted to learn about his 'surroundings'. And that meant everything. From personalities, to their little ticks.

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Daemon Zagan slowly walked into the bar, his eyes scanning through not one, but two manga at one time. His eyes black eyes flickered up at the room, glancing around for a moment, before they went back to the books, striding over to a chair by the bar.

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Hope Anona gracefully walks into the bar looking around it curiously. This looked like her sort of place! The blond tuck a lock of her pixie cut behind her ear and grins at the feel of her weapons bracelet brushing her cheek. Rumors had reacherd her of Gambit's Bar, and judging by the newness of it all, and the peace currently in the bar they were all true. A place for friends and fights, it was exactly what she was looking for.

Blue eyes scanned the bar and her free hand straightened the hem of her denim shorts. A cute, if slightly too small--for it had shrunk int the wash--tank top completed the look which managed to mix her femininity and her tomboy nature fairly well. The woman decides that perhaps a seat at the bar would be best if she was looking for friend. Tables and booths just seemed too secluded for that.

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Daemon Zagan glanced up, looking over towards Hope. He shrugged, raising a brow, before glancing back down to his books. "Anyone 'tending, or do I have to call the damned bot?"

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Daemon Zagan glanced up at the bot. "That's just... Creepy. Double-Malt whiskey." He shrugged, handed the bot a twenty, and went back to his books, to wait for the drink.

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Hope Anona looks around the bar counter and sees Daemon and Falex both. Because of the physics of convenience, she's going to assume they are close enough to talk to at the same time. Cheerfully the blonde makes her way over to the two, standing between them and looked to the Bot. "Hi, can I have a A'shiko?" She beams, hoping the bot understood what she meant.

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Character Portrait: Falex Falex says,
 “ Looked up to Hope as she spoke, and finally to Daemon as well. He thought for a second what their scenerios could possibly be, but the girl that spoke up clearly seemed eager to be here. He decided to order while the bot thing was around... "Ginseng wiht tonic..." ”

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Daemon Zagan nodded his thanks to the bot, before taking a swig of the whiskey. He then put a book mark in each of his books and tucked them away, glancing to the Hope person.

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Hope Anona smiles and accepts the light blue drink, sipping it the a smile. She looks at the two men on either side of her and smiles. "Hi, I'm Hope!" He accent marks her as a local, as she had been careful to copy it with all of her expertise as a multi-dimensional scout.

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Character Portrait: Falex Falex says,
 “ Took another sip, and nodded. "Hello Hope..." He didn't know much about this area, especially regarding the people, and the culture. He didn't look at the girl, but he was giving her his full attention. ”

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Hope Anona looks at it and frowns, searching her pockets before pulling out the appropriate currency. That was it. She needed a base here so she could clear her pockets of the sub-space spell and find things easier. She pays with bot with a bright smile, and looks to Falex. "It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm afraid I didn't catch your name though." She says, knowing perfectly well he never told her.

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Daemon Zagan slowly nodded to the girl, his black eyes taking in his form. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her, yet.

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Character Portrait: Falex Falex says,
 “ Paused for a moment, what harm could be done by giving her his name. He shrugged practically unoticeably and decided. "My name is Falex Belondradi.... You may call me Falex." He took another sip, now listening to what Daemon was up to. It was jsut a natural reaction for him, as an assassin to be suspicious of everyone. He couldn't really help it, it became a part of his natural instinct. ”

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Hope Anona smiles at him. "That's a lovely name! I do believe I like it." She says, then turns to Daemon. "And what's you name, mister?" she asks with a smile.

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Daemon Zagan raised a brow slightly. "Daemon Zagan, demon first-class." He shrugged, raising the liquor to his lips.

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Character Portrait: Falex Falex says,
 “ Nodded to the woman, and sipped his drink more. He wasn't exactly tense, but he was alert of all that was happening about him. But what in the hell was a 'Demon first-class'? ”

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Hope Anona bounces. "Oh! I know some demons. They're real sweethearts." Because only Hope would call an evil entity out to kill has a sweetheart. "They knew some of the best games!" She declares.

Mind you the games consisted of attempts to harm her while she fought them. But for Hope that was the best sort of game. "I'm a shape shifter myself."

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Daemon Zagan raised a brow, glancing down to his glass. It suddenly seemed quite interesting. "Mhm."

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Character Portrait: Falex Falex says,
 “ "Hmm?" His confusion was clearly shown through that verbal expression. He had never heard of such a thing, except in legends and stories. 'Shapeshifters'.... This bar was quite odd, wiht people thinking that they aren't human. But little did he know, that hardly anyone one here, was human. ”

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Hope Anona blinks at the verbal non-comment. She seems to deflate ever so slightly before turning to Falex. "Well if he's a demon, and I'm a shape shifter, you must be something too! So what are you?" She chirrups to him perking back up.