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"I'm the daringest devil you ever met, love."

Name
Azavarn, The King Of The Crossroads, Lord Of The Deal

Physical Form
Azavarn is rather human looking for a demon. He stands at 6'4" in height and has a lean, muscular body build. He has long crimson hair that hangs down to the back of his neck and a beard of the same color that runs along his jawline. The only things that breaks the illusion of Azavarn's humanity would be his skin, it being ash grey, as well as his eyes which are a deep blood red and give off a faint glow. He wears a series of pitch black clothes, such as his leather trench coat, black combat boots, and his wide brim hat.

Abilities
"I Just Make It Look Easy."
Azavarn's physical abilities are far sharper than those of a normal mortal's. He moves so fast that he appears like a mere blur of movement. He is so agile and dexterous that he can grab an arrow out of the air and throw it back at its original shooter. He can preform flips, dodges, jumps, and other maneuvers that would put the most talented acrobats to shame.
"I Don't Miss, Darling."
Azavarn is a marksman with no compare, his accuracy is beyond that of mortal men. He can pin a fly to a tree with a single arrow from three-hundred yards away without killing it. He can draw and fire arrows with such speed that he seems like a one man firing squad. His mindboggling marksman skills are not limited to just a bow and arrow, from knives to or pistol if it can be thrown or fired Azavarn will assure it will hit its mark. He has quite recently throwing cards, they are quite good at giving Azavarn the cutting edge.
"Now You See Me, Now You're Dead."
Azavarn is able to step into one of the many passage ways into the hellish Netherworld and use them to transport himself across the mortal world, to others it will appear that he teleports.
"It Is A Bit Cramped In Here."
Azavarn has the ability to possess the bodies of those with a weaker will or those who have sold their soul, completely controlling them. Those with a stronger will can fight back, though it will be incredibly painful for them to try and force Azavarn out. Azavarn can be exorcised with the proper holy items and rituals.
"Lets Make A Deal."
Does a mortal want to be the best sword fighter in their backwater village? No problem. Do they want to be the most breath taking maiden in all the land? Done. Or maybe they want to be so rich that they sleep on a bed of gold? Easy. All of this can be done with a simple deal with Azavarn, and all he would ask for in exchange for is one itty bitty soul. Once a deal is struck there is no going back on it and that soul belongs to Azavarn for the rest of time, or he decides to release it to whomever he sees fit.

Personality
Do you know that no good, snake in the grass that swindled every coin in his pocket away from someone else and would sell there own grandmother if it meant they would get them a good stiff drink? Yeah Azavarn is the guy that taught that guy everything he knew. This demon has a tongue of pure silver, being able to talk the purest angels into sin. The majority of what comes out of Azavarn's mouth is either a sarcastic remark or a incredibly charming lie. He keeps his cool all the time, regardless if he is making a deal with a mortal or if he is in the heat of battle Azavarn keeps the same sly confidence. This demon can be described as the perfect businessman, getting a man to sign away the souls of his whole family for a sack of potatoes. Azavarn has a black heart, caring for nothing and no one save for himself. The way he sees it others are resources to be used to obtain his goals.

Wants/Needs
Azavarn just wants his right to steal, gamble, trick, torture, and kill his little black guts out back. Let him run his business and you will have a happy little demon on your hands.

Relationships
Who do you think coordinates all those demons making deals with so many mortals? Someone has to be in charge and hold all those souls and Azavarn just so happens to be the right kind of clever, evil bastard for the job. Azavarn runs the whole network of crossroad demons that spread across the land, he knows each and every soul that has been sold, stolen, or given away.

Backstory
"You want to know my story? Well pull up a chair, it is story time kiddos! Where do I begin? Hmmm a yes! Once upon a time there was a stunningly handsome demon. He was a master of his trade, helping poor poor mortals get the lives the always dreamed of and asking for so little in return, just their soul. This demon was so great at his job that he was dubbed, The King Of The Crossroads. Things were perfect for the king for a long time, countless amounts of souls coming in, but that all changed when the horrid age of "peace" began. Demon after demon were killed, deals came to a near halt, and the King had to go into hidings. That was about a thousand years ago and now the King is on the rise again, he has been getting more and more deals, more and more demons working for him, and more and more souls. It is only a matter of time before he is on top again! Now what will it take for me to get my hands on that pretty little soul of yours?"

Other
Azavarn is at home in the tavern, it being the perfect place for his work. With the ale flowing and egos boasting making a deal is child's play. It also helps to be so damn good looking and able to drink enough grog and ale that could kill the drunkest of orcs.

"Marvelous." Dawn said with a small grin directed to Margarita as the Nosferatu took up their offer of a ride. They wasted no time leading the withering Kindred to their car, its engine still being warm from being roaring a mere few moments earlier. With another one of their pencil thin smiles Dawn opened the passenger side door for Margarita. "After you milady." They said in their cool tone as the bowed their head slightly. After the walking corpse of a vampire would of made herself situated in her sit Dawn would close the door and make their way to the driver's side, fluidly moving into the car and closing the door behind them. "This is already proving to be quite the evening, yes?" Dawn said as they looked over to the Nosferatu, a smile that held a certain mischievous air to it sat on their lips. They then would let out a slight smirk before turning on the car, the engine purring to life.

After a moment Dawn would pull up next to the golden haired Toreador's car. "Do try to keep up, I would hate for you to get lost while on my watch." They would call over with a smirk to the pretty boy vampire before turning their attention to the road in front of them. It wasn't a split second later when the engine of Dawn's car let out a roar and the Tzimisce was racing down the road. Dawn was not lying when they described their driving, they weaved in and out of traffic, ran red lights, raced well over the speed limit. The number of times a Kine honked their horn at Dawn or spouted some form of profanity or another was almost laughable. But despite the recklessness of their driving Dawn kept their same calm demeanor the whole time, all this was just sheer enjoyment to them.

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