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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 sighed, slipping his jacket back on over his shoulders, to hide his scaled hand once more. "One of these days," he muttered softly. "One of these days, you'll either go back to normal or I'll chop you off."

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Daemon Zagan almost gagged on his sake, trying hard not to laugh at Caleb. He wondered if the man had lost some braincells along the way of his life, he really did. "Nani baka.. Nan baka no shurui to, sono on'nanoko no nochi ni ittemitai.. Karera wa ningen no shite iru baai wa tokuni?" Ahh.. but he'd never understand humans, let alone the hormonal ones. Hormones were something completely foreign to the demon, as were emotions like love. He simply thought anyone acting on such emotions were.. a complete waste of space that could be filled with a creature that actually knew something.

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This time, Daemon couldn't control himself. He burst out laughing, almost obnoxiously, at Caleb. Was the man really that stupid? Did he not see the weapon the woman was holding?

He caught his breath, before deciding to save the poor man the trouble. Walking over to Caleb and Aerilyn, he slowly began to breathe again. He bowed his head politely to the woman, in respect, then turned to the human male, trying desperately to keep a straight face. "You, sir, are a complete and total Baka. Do you not see the gun she holds which could take you out in a millisecond? Or the fact that her skin is taut across muscle, not limp against that squishy pretend-muscle that most females carry on their body? Or do you just not care, because your urge to procreate is so strong that it turns you into the monkey you descended from? Do yourself a favor and just walk away."

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Daemon let out a soft sigh, his idea of a deep breath, and looked back to Aerilyn. "I will never understand humans. And I must apologize in advance for what I'm about to do to this prime example of chauvanistic, womanizing waste of space. If you feel the need to blow my legs off as an example, feel free." And with that, he spun around, his jacket flying off, and sent a swift blow toward Caleb's nose with his right, scaled and clawed fist.

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"That," he explained with a cool, collected tone, "was for being a chauvanistic, womanizing sack of crap. Which you would have known if you would have paid attention to the apology I just gave our resident bouncer." With that, he shook his hand out, wiped the slight bit of blood from his scales, and picked up his jacket.

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The demon shook his head and ducked down with the speed of a fighter jet, and moved out of Caleb's way. "Now now. I'm not going to throw any more punches while we're in here. Now apologize to the nice lady and find a different target. One who actually knows what the term Chauvanistic Pig actually means."

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Daemon let out a sigh and looked to Aerilyn. "While I would love to comply.. This is the kind of human male which makes me ashamed to take the form. I've eaten people for lesser sins. He's going to flirt with you, attempt to take you up to his room, and after tonight, will abandon you somewhere and head on to a different, even more ignorant woman. Why do you think everyone agreed to my breaking his nose?"

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"Then you, madame," Daemon said quietly, "have been very misjudged. To not only be disbelieved by freaks like this human.. but to not have had a relationship at all? Humans are.. sad, sad creatures."