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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 snarled, then purposely picked the glass up and poured it's contents on the bar floor. "Elves," he growled, narrowing his eyes.

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Daemon Zagan watched his claws, growling quietly. He tapped the claw against the table. "Damned things.."

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Daemon Zagan glanced at her a moment. "Hey," he muttered, tapping his claws against the table. "You know what bites?"

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Daemon Zagan leaned back, crossing his arms. "I can't use the touch screen until these change back. I'm stuck actually talking to the server bots."

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Daemon Zagan shook his head, sighing. "Nah. I'm just irritated, that's all."

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He nodded. "I'll be fine. Sake isn't something to get drunk to, after all."

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"Annoyed. I have this... Strange taste in my mouth." He frowned, rubbing his neck. "It's not the best feeling."

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Daemon Zagan looked away. "The same taste I had when I realized I'd consumed my best friend, twelve years ago."

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Daemon Zagan slowly shook his head. "Don't be. Twelve years does a lot to a man."

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Daemon Zagan slowly looked at Ann, then back to his claws. "I leave. That's what I do."

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Daemon Zagan looked up at Ann. "I kill. That's what I do. Now let me be." If she could read minds, then he was in a little trouble.

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Daemon Zagan frowned, keeping his eyes on his claws. "Well, I'm not going to talk."

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Daemon Zagan growled loudly, putting his hands out of the other's reach.

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Daemon Zagan kept his hands under the table. He didn't care. He really didn't.

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Daemon Zagan closed his eyes, the taste returning to his mouth.

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Daemon Zagan growled quietly. He looked at Ann. "I told you to leave me be."

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Daemon Zagan didn't say anything. No, he wouldn't attack the girl. He refused to kill unless he had to.

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"Just leave me alone."

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He turned away from Ann, pulling a book from his bag. He proceeded to ignore everyone else and read.

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Daemon Zagan quickly snapped the leatherbound book shut.

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"Get out of my hair."

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Daemon Zagan silently stepped into the bar, an eyebrow raised slightly at just how quiet it was. He shrugged, moving over to the bar. A thin finger hit the sake button on the screen, and he waited. As soon as the robot came over with his drink, he took it to a table near the wall and sat down. Maybe it'd pick up soon, if he was lucky. Which, of course, he never was.

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Daemon Zagan finally let a smile touch his lips. At least someone had come into the bar since he'd shown. The noise was almost a relief, compared to the silence he'd been stuck with at home. He took a small sip of his sake, slowly running his thumb along the glass.

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Daemon Zagan sighed, using one claw to gently trace a symbol into the table before him. "I wonder," he murmured under his breath.

His flashbacks had been occurring far more regularly than they had been in the past. It seemed like every time he closed his eyes, another set of nightmares flashed through the blackness. It wasn't often, anymore, that he'd been afraid to sleep, but now? It was almost as if closing his eyes brought him closer to that edge.. That edge where nothing became everything, and everything died. That edge where friends became food and food became all he could ever think about. But his flashbacks... They seemed to go farther back than when he originally woke up. He saw women in kimonos and men with samurai swords at their hips. He saw hundreds of creatures similar, but not the same, as himself.

He had become so afraid of closing his eyes that he'd spent days with them wide open. He knew that, soon, his mind would shut down, and he would have no choice but to let the darkness take him. So, why did he come to a place where people were present? The noise. The noise that seemed nonexistant in the bar that was normally so busy... He needed to stay awake.

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The demon slowly looked up at the newcomer. "You seem to be talking to yourself, friend," he said lightly, raising his brows.