Raychu Posted July 5, 2017 Share Posted July 5, 2017 Main Information Name: Zehavi Nickname(s): None Age: ??? Position: Seme Species: Demon Height: 5'11" Weight: Secret Birthday: ??? Nationality: ??? Sexuality: None known Appearance Hair Color: Honey Blonde Eye Color: Blood Red Extra/Clothes: Most humans believe demon possess unique features such as horns, sharp teeth, and tails. Though this is half true, those are a purebred demons, which Zehavi is not. He retains his human appearance before death, aside from gaining an unnatural color of eyes. He usually wears cloaks, dress shirts, or any formal attire since he is bound to his job for eternity and never gets a break (or even a day off). He prefers to keep a neat and clean appearance, including keeping his longer hair brushed. Personality/Interests Personality: Zehavi is full of secrets (though his secrets are things he can't answer himself). He doesn't really reveal much about himself and prefers to keep his life or past life out of any conversations. He's a very lustful demon who will sleep with anything that walks his way, demon, human, fairy. He has absolutely no preference for anything as long as he gets his sexual release. Since he's been doing his job for a long time, he's become very good at manipulating his targets into giving him what he wants, and he usually tries to do this fast so he doesn't spend fifty years trying to convince them to come over to the dark side. Zehavi is not a patient demon and wants things done as quickly as possible, or he may throw a mini tantrum from hell. The demon lacks any empathy for the human kind (even if he was one himself before) and simply does as is told, obeying the orders he has been given. He honestly believes humanity should be graced to be within a hundred feet of his presence since he is, well, such an amazing guy. Likes: Sex, getting things done quickly and efficiently, humans crying, getting praised by the higher up demons, being praised and complimented in general. Dislikes: Anything and everything within the human world, humans, demons who believe they are better than him without backing it up, having to stay calm. Occupation: Guardian Demon Bio Zehavi has absolutely no idea about his human life. He only remembers bits and pieces about living. Suddenly, one day he woke up as a demon being offered a professional job and everything. The demon simply has been following orders from higher ups for years without trying to inquire about who he originally was, especially since dwelling on the past wouldn't send him back. The only thing he clearly remembers is being a menace to society, doing a few accidental murders, and drowning. Everything else is a blur. At times he can remember a few things but he's perfectly content with his demon life and the power he's acquired like he assumed he may have wanted in the past. Zehavi just does as he's told and that has been his life for too many years to count. He has no life now, it is just go make that human do true wrong and repeat. The demon was, as usual, a little bit pissed. He wished that once he finished the given task at hand, he could have a few weeks to himself. That unfortunately was never going to be the case. There was too much to do in hell that even even allow the higher ups to think about giving one measly demon a break from his endless duties. Not that making humans murder, live on lust, or become so overly greedy they can't stand it, wasn't fun, but it could also be a hassle. It was just so... boring. Zehavi's existence was never really even recognized. He was simply left alone to his own devices because no human was truly worthy of seeing their guardian demon. Now that was frustrating. Trying to convince a human to off themselves with creepy messages written on the mirror was no better than him imitating some crappy horror movie ghost. Zehavi was absolutely sick of not being credited the way he deserved by the measly beings that believed they were the superior race. One hundred percent sick of it. Sighing, he looked at the file that had been slid across the desk to him. The next target was a rather attractive male so at least he'd be good eye candy for the time that Zehavi'd be wasting in his home. Warren Dicarpio, age twenty-seven, a lonely photographer. Easy enough for the demon to handle. Having him be lonely was definitely an added bonus as well. The lonelier they are, the easier it is to turn their brain into mold-able clay, shaping them to behave as he wanted. Maybe he'd turn this guy into some sex crazed money, or a gluttonous pig... No. Food was gross. Zehavi hated dealing with gluttonous people, he hated watching them stuff their faces, he would throw up if his body ever let him. Maybe turn him into a violent individual? The violence circle could always use more humans to torment and toy with. He'd have to decide when he got there, but not any later. He had to stick to one circle and that was that. Not like this human could be cut up and put in multiple circles at once, it just didn't work that way. Zehavi absolutely hated leaving hell, it was painful and nauseating. The portal out was not friendly to their bodies, usually causing their bodies to be completely gelatinous once they made it to their destination, and that is exactly what happened with the demon. The portal warped him inside the house and he immediately hit the floor with a thud. It took a minute for the demon to regain full control of his body before standing up and brushing his dress shirt off as if touching the floor had somehow dirtied it. Looking around, he decided he didn't feel like exploring and just sat down, waiting for his target to arrive. "Loneliness, hm? Perhaps he could be driven to... a rather unfortunate death? One caused by his own hand? Hm... So many possibilities," he murmured to himself. Zehavi had only scanned the file, not really paying attention to any key points. He was too old to actually read all that garbage. Most humans were the same anyway. They say they are unique which is hilarious to the blonde. Unique? Each their own individual? That definitely was not the case for the tiny beings. They were all the same, just taught to think they were different and special. Whatever helps them sleep at night. It wasn't Zehavi's to correct their line of thought, just make a human's life wonderfully miserable. Crossing his legs and putting his arms behind his head he let out a loud sigh. When was the eye candy human going to arrive? Zehavi was getting extremely impatient... He wouldn't warp again. He just needed to force himself to believe that it'd only be another five minutes or so. Soon, so very soon he'd see his target and then quickly he'd ruin his life. Zehavi just needed to make sure to rush this guys impurification so that the demon could leave. He hated remaining with one human too long. He'd rather just jump from target to target as quickly as possible. All demons did that. Pacing themselves was not a concept the race understood. Demons simply rushed their jobs and hoped they didn't fuck up and make a mistake. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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