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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.

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Daemon Zagan's Story

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Daemon Zagan glanced toward Serina. "I'm hungry."

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Daemon Zagan grumbled. "At this point, I'd rather have sushi."

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Daemon Zagan stuck a couple of them on the end of claw, then popped them into his mouth with a grumble of thanks.

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Daemon Zagan curled his long tail around his body, sighing. "I really hope I can get over this soon. I'm really surprised I've not blacked out yet."

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Daemon Zagan shrugged slightly. "Or just the fact that I've been boxed in."

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Daemon Zagan shrugged and nodded, finishing his Sushi.

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Daemon Zagan growled quietly in his sleep, continually scraping a claw against the forcefield that contained him. He still wanted out.

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Daemon Zagan scraped a long claw along the forcefield, before slowly raising his head. At the moment, he resembled a huge, black dragon. "So I don't eat people," he said simply, rolling one wing back. "Been stuck in here for three days."

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Daemon Zagan inhaled sharply, sitting up. "Would I like it? Probably. Would it be a good idea? Probably not. Not until I look human again." He eyed the girl, the white slitted pupil narrowing slightly in observation. "You're the first one to offer me my freedom since I've been trapped in here."

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Daemon Zagan shook his head. "I was turning before the field was erected. This happens once or twice a year. I don't think it ever lasted this long before, though.."

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Daemon Zagan growled under his breath. "You cannot change what I am." He didn't like the look she had given him at all.

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Daemon Zagan watched the coin. Shiny. "I just know that I'm a demon. I don't know what kind."

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Daemon Zagan slowly nodded, though he was hesitant. "Yes.. I want out."

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Daemon Zagan slowly ran a claw along where the field had been, before slowly stretching. "Ahh.." he mumbled, closing his eyes as sixteen audible POPping sounds were heard.

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Daemon Zagan slowly twisted his tail around his body, getting the last of the kinks out. He looked at Louise, his head tilting slightly.

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Daemon Zagan flicked his tail slowly, watching the tip of it slowly. It was the first time he'd ever actually looked at his full form, so it was confusing. Slowly, he laid his tail back down, then glanced toward the silver chain on Rai's neck. "Shiny."

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Daemon Zagan blinked at the chain, slowly resting his head on the ground. He looked at the woman the chain was connected to and tilted his head slowly. "Where'd you get it. The shiny."

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Daemon Zagan looked at the chain, nodding slowly. "Earned it..? How?" His eyes followed the watch as it dangled. Since when was he so attracted to shiny things? "It's.. so shiny," he murmured.

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Daemon Zagan snarled softly at the sound of the music. He looked toward Miles with a twitch to one of his eyes. He was tempted to just eat the thing.

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Daemon Zagan snarled angrily, turning to face the direction in which the fireball had come. He dug his claws into the floor, narrowing his eyes. Slowly, he leaned back on his haunches, snarling at Scorch.

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Daemon Zagan narrowed his eyes, watching the woman head upstairs. Without looking, his tail swept over, knocking the mic over, just because he could.

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Daemon Zagan grumbled and swiped his tail under Miles' feet. "That racket is terrible."

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Daemon Zagan groaned. "More of them!?" He rested his head on the ground, covering his ears with his claws.

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Daemon Zagan frowned slightly, uncovering his ears. He couldn't hear the magic sounds. Finally, he felt, the music had vanished. All except the base, of course.

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Daemon Zagan glanced around for some overripe fruit to throw.