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welp, here goes nothin! app for hope I make it!

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Name: Xanatos Fellen
Gender: Male
Age: Would seem to be around 19 years of age
Height: he's a short fellow, only 5'4" (that could be why he is so impish)
Weight: Average

Being: Demon
Rank: Underling

Powers/Abilities:

Pyrokinesis // For Xanny, all he really needs is to have that certain spark and bam, here comes the flames.

Personality: For being such a fellen, Xanny here has a rather impish nature. He's a rambunctious, outgoing, noisy, 'roughian'. He loves to play tricks on people, and try to weasle his way out of tasks he'd rather someone else do for him. He does try to be buddy buddy so that whatever task that needs to be handled can be done very quickly, the whole two heads are better than one deal looks pretty good in his opinion. Xanny here still has a lot to learn. He likes being cunning as best as he can, though he's not too bright... Perhaps that is thanks to the race he comes from... or it could just be that he really isn't bright. Overall, Xanatos can be summarized as a stubborn nineteen year old who enjoys what he does, even if he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He's filled with pride, so it is certain that if you were to challenge him, temptation would ensue and eventually the job would get done, even if Xan would have to do it all his own.

History: Before becoming an underling to the demon world below, Xanatos could be described as being a 'black sheep' of the family. He was born under a rather respected family who had a name for themselves, a successful company known across the land. He, along with his five siblings, would eventually take over the business and continue to lead the family to success. Xanatos though had other plans. Even as a child he was wild; hard to handle. There was something about him that separated himself from his 'dignified' kin. He got himself into litle mobs, when he was young, and enjoyed pickpocketing and pulling pranks with the other boys in his town, and later rallied crowds and even held scenes to rile the people. He enjoyed seeing people beneath him regardless of the fact that he was indeed, short for a young boy still growing. Growing up in his late teens, he loved rousing the people to the points where fights could even ensue, and enjoyed manipulating crowds into inevitably wrecking their own society and structure. As the first few months of spring had passed already he had caused a numerous amount of fires, brutal injuries to the people, and an uneasy feel that aroused the folk greatly. It was already known that Xan wasn't about to become the next generations future, considering he was already ruining the present town's condition. He actually enjoyed seeing the corruption around him, fascinated by it even.

During a current and final rally he had begun during late autumn, he had made sure that a fight had occurred, but hadn't realized how dangerous it had become. Never before had he been in the line of fire, and, unaware that he /was/ in danger, had been visciously beaten by the people who opposed him, brutally torn and clobbered. The next thing he knew, he had awoken to feeling of warmth all around. Sweat began to drip from the sides of his face, and before him stood the towering, looming darkness that led to hell. At first, he was surprised. Here of all places was where his new after life began? He looked to himself before feeling around his head and looking behind him. Well well, horns and a tail... not too shabby, though he wondered why one horn seemed to have been more torn and incomplete than the other (perhaps this was because during his death he had been severely bludgeoned to the side of his head). Either way, a new after life awaited him, and this one seemed much more exciting than the previous one.

Additional Information:

He's a stubborn bloke, and enjoys annoying most people

He's filled with pride, and a sore loser too

The trinkets on his wrists, tail, and cape are all things he had in his previous life pick pocketed from other people.

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Description
welp, here goes nothin! app for hope I make it!

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Name: Xanatos Fellen
Gender: Male
Age: Would seem to be around 19 years of age
Height: he's a short fellow, only 5'4" (that could be why he is so impish)
Weight: Average

Being: Demon
Rank: Underling

Powers/Abilities:

Pyrokinesis // For Xanny, all he really needs is to have that certain spark and bam, here comes the flames.

Personality: For being such a fellen, Xanny here has a rather impish nature. He's a rambunctious, outgoing, noisy, 'roughian'. He loves to play tricks on people, and try to weasle his way out of tasks he'd rather someone else do for him. He does try to be buddy buddy so that whatever task that needs to be handled can be done very quickly, the whole two heads are better than one deal looks pretty good in his opinion. Xanny here still has a lot to learn. He likes being cunning as best as he can, though he's not too bright... Perhaps that is thanks to the race he comes from... or it could just be that he really isn't bright. Overall, Xanatos can be summarized as a stubborn nineteen year old who enjoys what he does, even if he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. He's filled with pride, so it is certain that if you were to challenge him, temptation would ensue and eventually the job would get done, even if Xan would have to do it all his own.

History: Before becoming an underling to the demon world below, Xanatos could be described as being a 'black sheep' of the family. He was born under a rather respected family who had a name for themselves, a successful company known across the land. He, along with his five siblings, would eventually take over the business and continue to lead the family to success. Xanatos though had other plans. Even as a child he was wild; hard to handle. There was something about him that separated himself from his 'dignified' kin. He got himself into litle mobs, when he was young, and enjoyed pickpocketing and pulling pranks with the other boys in his town, and later rallied crowds and even held scenes to rile the people. He enjoyed seeing people beneath him regardless of the fact that he was indeed, short for a young boy still growing. Growing up in his late teens, he loved rousing the people to the points where fights could even ensue, and enjoyed manipulating crowds into inevitably wrecking their own society and structure. As the first few months of spring had passed already he had caused a numerous amount of fires, brutal injuries to the people, and an uneasy feel that aroused the folk greatly. It was already known that Xan wasn't about to become the next generations future, considering he was already ruining the present town's condition. He actually enjoyed seeing the corruption around him, fascinated by it even.

During a current and final rally he had begun during late autumn, he had made sure that a fight had occurred, but hadn't realized how dangerous it had become. Never before had he been in the line of fire, and, unaware that he /was/ in danger, had been visciously beaten by the people who opposed him, brutally torn and clobbered. The next thing he knew, he had awoken to feeling of warmth all around. Sweat began to drip from the sides of his face, and before him stood the towering, looming darkness that led to hell. At first, he was surprised. Here of all places was where his new after life began? He looked to himself before feeling around his head and looking behind him. Well well, horns and a tail... not too shabby, though he wondered why one horn seemed to have been more torn and incomplete than the other (perhaps this was because during his death he had been severely bludgeoned to the side of his head). Either way, a new after life awaited him, and this one seemed much more exciting than the previous one.

Additional Information:

He's a stubborn bloke, and enjoys annoying most people

He's filled with pride, and a sore loser too

The trinkets on his wrists, tail, and cape are all things he had in his previous life pick pocketed from other people.

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