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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 sighed. "I didn't want to eat them." He grabbed his drink and took a swig.

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Hope Anona blinks and sips her drink, ignoring the sparks coming out of her ears like it's natural. "So. Other than like man meat, what else should I know about you?" She asks him, before reminding herself to pause rather than talk very much to herself by prattling.

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Daemon Zagan dropped his glass, and it shattered on the floor. "If I didn't know better, I would have just heard the word 'gay' insinuated in those words."

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Hope Anona jumps slightly at the dropped glass and looks at him like he's insane. "What are you talking about?" She furrows her brow in confusion and tilts her head to the side in question, not getting his reaction.

Hope was horribly innocent in so many ways.

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Daemon Zagan stared down at the shattered glass. "Naive little girl," he muttered quietly, trying hard not to actually get pissed off--- which happened all to often, lately. "So terribly naive.."

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Hope Anona looks to him very confused. "Okay. I'm confused now and I think you are too." She declares much more sedately. "But I'm pretty sure I said to insult you, so I'm sorry for offended you and would love to know what I said."

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Daemon Zagan shook his head. "Naive... Do you even know what the term Man Meat means, little girl?"

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Hope Anona looks to him, confused. "Er. Human flesh?" She offers up in response. "Cause that's what I meant."

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Daemon Zagan slowly shook his head. "Too naive.." He kept his voice calm, before fiddling with one of his Manga. "It's another term for the male's sexual organ." He opened the manga and glanced at the page. "Just because I don't flirt with human women doesn't mean I'm gay."

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Hope Anona turns beat red when he explains what she accidentally said and nearly drops her glass. She places it on the counter, her eyes wide. "I. I didn't mean you were gay honest! and I wouldn't know if you were flirting with me or not!" She's still an inhuman shade of red, but not being human this is entirely possible.

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Daemon Zagan kept his eyes trained in a single spot in the comic, a frown tugging at his lips. "And that is why I do not normally speak to naive children."

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Hope Anona glares at him. "Hey. I'll have you know I'm a 259 years old. My people reach maturity at age 100, jerk." She tells him, looking around for some one else to talk to. Some people were just too much!

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Daemon Zagan grunted. He hardly believed the girl. What kind of woman with that kind of age -didn't- know the slang for shit like that?

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Hope Anona rolls her eyes at the grunt. What a man! Some people were just so rude. Just because she had lead an incredibly sheltered life for a warrior meant very little. She was, after all, a light. and in her culture the lighter half of a set of twins was highly sheltered indeed. She proceeds to ignore Daemon, then smiles as Falex sits back down near her.

"Glad to see you're back!"

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Character Portrait: Falex Falex says,
 “ "Huh?" turned to Hope, and nodded. 'Thank you Hope, i assume that it is good to see you as well.... i hope I did not trouble you with my sudden absence. Me and my brother had much to dicuss.." ”

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Daemon Zagan stood up, the shattered glass crunching under his shoes. He immediately walked out.

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Daemon Zagan strode into the establishment, his eyes flickering through another Manga. He kept to himself,only waving toward a bartender. Or one of the Damned Bots. Either way. He wanted his whiskey.

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Daemon Zagan slowly looked up from his manga, bookmarked the spot, and slipped it into a nylon backpack he held over his shoulder. He heard that disgusting word again. "Love." He scoffed, rolling his eyes as the Tender Bot came over. He handed the bot another twenty. "Double-malt whiskey, sour. And make it snappy."

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Daemon Zagan waited till the bot gave him his drink. He gingerly took a swig, decided it was alright, and took another. His black eyes flickered about the room. He needed some entertainment.

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Daemon Zagan stepped in through the door, his manga held to his nose. He didn't stop to talk to people, but rather made his way to a table near the fire. He finished the novel and put it into his backpack, before letting his onyx eyes move across the room.

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Daemon Zagan kept his eyes trained on Ty and Galeth. Perhaps they would bring some.. amusement.. to his otherwise boring existance.

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Daemon Zagan frowned, shaking his head. "I suppose not," he said to himself, before looking over to the bar. "Anyone tending, or do I get to summon up the Damned Bot again?"

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Daemon Zagan shrugged. The bartender must be out. He waved a hand to the Bot. "Just a scotch. And roll up a tab. I'll be here a while." He watched as the damned thing went on about its task, before glancing back to Ty and Galeth. Perhaps they would prove to be amusing, after all. "Animals, all of them," he thought aloud.

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Daemon Zagan sighed as the bot brought him his drink and went back on its way.

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Character Portrait: Daemon Zagan Daemon Zagan says,
 “ The demon strode in with his bag flung carelessly over a shoulder. He was reading another one of those tiny little manga that he always seemed to enjoy. Odd, however, that he didn't even look up to check that there was a bartender on duty, but rather, simply walked over and motioned for Sebastian. "When the man's not keeping you busy, I'd like to order. But take your time."

Patience. It was not a virtue that the demon normally posessed, but rather lacked. Today, however, something seemed different. Something was different, and even he had to wonder.. What? ”