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 Name: Angorez Dremora
Age: 5,999
Looks: 15-17
Gender: outer appearance as a male, but has the chemistry of a female, and not to mention some inner feaures.
Orientation: Men only, thank you.
Race: Hell Hound Demon
Personality: very paranoid, untrusting, Napoleon Complex, very sensitive to insults or jokes made at his expense, likes to think things through, very creative and resourceful, reliable and reponsible, has an iron will, bitter and often sarcastic, easily excitable, rapid mood swings, immature, manipulative, socially awkward at tims, and insecure in realtionships
Loves: Fruit and meat, red, roses, the smell of acryllics, dancing, old school rock, cute stupid people, red haired guys, dark skinned people, shadowy places, being the one whose not in control of a situation, not-too-thick cologne, returning to his old home to visit his lands…
Hates: bitchy women, people making fun of his gender issues, people confusing his gender, strong perfumes, especially ‘cotton candy’ and ‘coconut’, being laughed at, rumors about his sexuality, Lord Serath,
Hobbies: painting, ruling a realm, collecting ribbons, buying art, and has a large store, “Post Mortem”
Best at: being blunt at times, seducing others, hiding in the corner, fake crying
Worst at: being patient, recieving jokes, soicalizing with others, and is a terrible judge of character
Wants to: have his memories return, continue rule in The Seventh, and find a lover.
Resisdence: was born in The Seventh, but was cast to earth a few years back
Occupation: Former Demon Lord of the Seventh, and current Creepy Shop Clerk
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Bio: Angorez was orignally Jigoku…
Jigoku was a much younger, much more naive demon lord than Angorez...
But he was tortured for years after being taken as a prisoner of war 50 years prior, his captors cruel and held no mercy for the young demon, eventually his conscience submerged into his mind to find peace.
In that time he wondered in a coma like state in the recesses of his soul, as he claims, it was in the fall like temperature under a waning red sun, the sky was crimson with black clouds hovering over top for eternity... and he was lost wondering in the many dunes and oasis in himself, finding pain and peace one and the same.
He eventually recovered 47 years after the war was won and he was taken back into his older life by his soldiers.
Of course he had lost all his memories and struck out at any who came near him, more than once acting like a wild animal.
The council allowed him some time to regain his memories and when he proved an inadequate demon lord for the next 3 years, cast him into the human realm.
He currently owns a nocturnal shop called ‘Post Mortem’, which serves all shapes and forms of immortal night creatures, as well as the occasional insomniac human.</div>
 Angorez Daemora · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 04:31pm · 0 Comments |
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