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Name: Ashtaroth (Ash)

Age: 1250

Species: Demon - Succubus

Gender: Female

Human Appearance:

Ash is the epitome of feminine beauty, everything about her small frame (5'4) giving off a sense of helplessness to draw in her prey. Her long chestnut hair is soft and alluring to touch, the very tendrils quick to come live to capture someone and draw them close. Her dark amber gaze is warm and welcoming, kind and demanding you stop and speak. Her body is picturesque, full hips and long legs. Full red lips turn into a knowing smile to let you know that you've been captured as hers.

Beast Appearance:
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(Shifts into a bat-like creature, but very different than our current vamps.)

Personality: Ash is playful at heart, her own definition of evil different than most, and yet she can play devious with the best. She is quite loyal to her leader, but quick to speak her opinion as she's been around for quite sometime. She is demanding of those around her and works hard to bring the realization of her people to the human world, feeling it her responsibility to once again rebuild their hordes and repopulate hell. She's sarcastic and quick on her feet, the center of the crowd and the girl they all want to have or be.

Brief History: Ash was spawn from hell, her father Asmodeus, the great demon and an angel who didn't live through her birth. Though she's only a half breed, her father's genes were so strong that she pulled all of her genetics from him and appears as an elder demon due her way of speaking and bend to the evil of the world. After ruling in hell beside her father as the right hand of Satan's army, she took the assignment to work more in the bending of souls to the darkness and repopulating of hell. Her father was proud and she was more than willing to serve beside Dagon, his ways as extreme as hers, but his reign on earth was short lived. She stood tall and said nothing when he was stripped of his honor, her loyalty lying tightly with Mephistos or so it might seem. Having nothing to lose and everything to gain, she lives on the edge of a reality that might prove to dangerous for her to handle, but she's willing to ride the line in the wake of waiting her turn to rule.

Name:
Madeline LaFontaine

Age:
Roughly reaching the 200, still fairly young for a Demon

Species:
Demon

Gender:
Female

Human Appearance:

Always dressing in finest clothes, giving a very splendiferous looks to her. Often showing fine jewelry adorning her neck and ears, which give a glitter to her perfectly pale skin. Her hair color differs by the lights, being pitch black at darker atmospheres, while giving a slight hint of brunette with the right light accents.

Beast Appearance:


Personality:
A woman of very few words. Madeline is a lady of stature. She ignores the simple peasants and always reaches daringly high at the more fortunate noblemen. If people were in her grasps, she becomes a predator preying on it's food.

Brief History:
Originally, Madeline LaFontaine was the name of a French girl in a backalley strip club. Now it belongs to the Demon that had found this woman in the dark streets to satiate it's hunger. Many men and women have followed into the web of a Black Widow that the Demon was, despite her feline features of her alternative appearance. Whilst crawling through the world of a hostile, religious environment, Madeline drew a lot of attention and more often cleaned her history. Tracks of her past disappeared even to herself, up to the point that she lost her Demon self, even her true name.

Only in the early 1800s, Madeline gave her true self another run, shortly after the commotion of the French Revolution. On a murderous rampage across the Bretagne, Madeline gained too much interest from the Church. As a last resort, Madeline attempted to call fellow beasts hunted by the hideous fascists of religion. She received an answer and with it the doors to the prosper and most elegant London, England. Shedding her fur from the harsh times, Madeline began to slither through banquets across England, gaining a very promising seat in the high spots of Demon life.

Demon Council Chair

Name:
Mephistos

Age:
Unknown

Species:
Demon

Gender:
Male

Human Appearance:

Tall, lean, gaunt, with a mean attitude and a deadpan voice, this is a demon that knows that he has class, knows that he has style, and is incredibly bored. His style of speech is unlinear and sometimes confusing as he constantly pronounces words wrong, but he doesn't care, and if you try to point it out to him, you will get on the wrong side of the silver Babylonian coin that he is always carrying. Always neatly dressed, in fashion, but never flashy, a smile is rare, but priceless, as he has an incredible sense of humor.

Beast Appearance:


Personality:
Cold, funny, with a quick and silver tongue and a trick always up his sleeve, he has a fascination for illusion and 'magic'. His price placed on human life is very very low, and he isn't above beating a person to death for not getting his jokes. He is well read, and extremely sharp, his intelligence something of a thing of pride for him. Not much of a fighter, but his age and experience make him much more of a challenge to any fighter in the world, supernatural or no, than his slick appearance would appear.

Brief History:
Before he appeared on earth, he wasn't really known. Even after he did, it wasn't very frequent, with various names for him becoming something of a popular legend in some of the ancient cultures, and after that, he disappeared for a very long time. He reappeared some 200 years ago. Nobody is quite sure from where, or how. His... uniqueness of his kind sent some question marks flying, but none could dispute the fact that he was, indeed, a demon.

Cold and icy, unlike his firey brethren, he takes a much cooler, icier kind of terrifying than the rest of his kind. But, as powerful as he was, and as old as he was, it was only natural that he be elevated to the council, where he remained in second in command to the current leader. But as the Dagon's actions began to spiral out of control, rebelling against the commands of the council and almost sparking an all out war against humanity, Mephistos decided that it had gone too far, attacking the demon and, using trickery and slippery style of fighting, beat him down, forcing him to disappear, wounded, but certainly not dead.

The Council awarded him the position of Dagon for his actions.

Name:
Dagon

Age:
Unknown

Species:
Demon

Gender:
Male

Human Appearance:


Even in human form, he is a beast to be feared. Standing a half foot over seven feet tall, it is famed that when he walks the very ground shakes. His weight is agreed to be something around 500 pounds of bristling muscle, iron-hard bone and fury to match any gods of Mythology. Which is why, in many mythologies, he is considered to be a god, not a demon, which he is. His head is shaven bald, and his dress code is somewhat more sloppy than it should be, although few point this out. His eyes are a fierce red.

Beast Appearance:


Personality:
Angry and explosive, with a fiery temper and a knack for cruelty matched by his need for violence, never quenched. The only reason that he was placed on the council was because he was one of the oldest demons alive, and the fact that few dared stand in his way when ambition drove him to take it. Arrogant but intelligent, he knew that it was only a matter of time before the humans got in their way, and he knew that the only way to have the upper hand, and keep it, was to make sure that the humans were always reacting to their movements. Together, the creatures of the dark could hope to win.

Brief History:
It is very possible that he forgot his own background, but the earliest that he cares to remember was when he was king of a small tribe in the middle East called the Philistines. Then was when he first took on his name and title, in the eyes of some, god, as he turned a small tribe in a war machine, taking over most of the land and then leaving when he grew bored. Taking on many names and titles as he moved along, always drawn to war and destruction. Heracles. Achilles. Mars. As the war front moved through the renaissance he acquired a taste for naval warfare, and his nickname then was Davy Jones.

But when a council of the creatures of darkness came together, he saw a possibility that he had never foreseen before. The Demons, powerful as they were, were never in great numbers. But if they all united, taking over the humans would be an easy task, and he began to try and influence them to do it. But Dagon's subtlety resembled that of a club to the head, and the rest of the council members, including his own second in command, Mephistos, found him to be too extreme, too blunt and unused to the new world.

Betrayal was bitter as Mephistos took him on in a bloody fight that left Dagon wounded deeply, but not defeated, as he retreated and hid from the council, silently plotting his revenge.

Updated for my Demon.

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Name: Demetrius
Age: 666 (Had to XD, am willing to change it though if it's too old.)
Species: Demon
Gender: Male

Human Appearance:

Demetrius has long white hair which goes up to slightly above his stomach, and a face with sharp features. His eyes blue, and appear as though they are looking right through you, yet they’re always moving around, to see everything that’s happening around, and to assess situations. He’s 6’1 yet not very wide, and his body is toned. His build gives him a better speed, than anything else, and his strength is slightly over average for a demon. He usually wears a dark blue jacket, one that goes mid-thigh.

Beast Appearance:

Personality:
Demetrius is charming and intelligent, yet very cunning at the same time. Information is his game, whether it is about how people think, how they might react in a certain situation, or their secrets, he sets out to find out these kinds of things. He never uses his information unless he has something he specifically wants. He’s also very organized, and he never does anything without an actual plan. Some might call him a genius for his intelligence, but he dislikes the term.

Brief History:
Demetrius generally lived in a very dangerous manner; he’d pretend to be human and worked with the church and hunters, retrieving as much information from them as possible. Because of this, he managed to kill many hunters, and was never found out. After a long time of doing this, and a lot of fuckery, someone finally realized it was him who kept killing the hunters, so they made his face known, and he could no longer do that. (sadface.jpg)

After that he joined the council, and due to the information he gathered while posing, and the information he gathered often, he’s thought of as the informal advisor, since he knew a lot of things others didn't, and is very good at creating plans.