Name: Alistair

Age: Up there in the digits, but he will never tell you his real age. He has the appearance of a 25 year old in his human form.

Gender: Male

Why you got banished: He fell in love with a human, which lead to some actions that the underworld would not tolerate.

Appearance: Human form- In his human form, he is around 6'8 with a lean but generously muscled body and tanned skin. His hair is dark brown and reaches the center of his back. His eyes are a mesmarizing gold with flakes of violet. In his human form, he is often found wearing a simple sleevless shirt and jeans. He always carries a mischevious, but playful look on his face like a kid who is just dying to get into trouble.

True form- His demon form is a patchwork of dragon, bat, and wolf with the colors of a dying ember. When he is in this form he is massive, with a height of 18 ft and a muscled build. He only turns into this form when there is no other alternative.

Personality: He is sarcastic, but not in a mean way (most of the time) and he seems to always get himself into some sort of trouble. Other than that, he is kind and a bit goofy. He is always trying to find ways to atone for all of the bad that he has done in the past.

History: As a demon in the underworld, he was given the job of whispering, trying to convince weak souls to blacken with sin so that they may be claimed by hell at the end of their lives. But unlike other demons, he gained no enjoyment from this task. This meaningless life changed though when he came across a human woman, a human that he had been ordered to whisper to. Her soul had been weakened due to the discovery of an incurable illness and was wide open for suggestion, but for some reason he could not bring himself to tamper with someone so pure. Instead, he took the form of a human and began to slowly get to know her out of curiousity. Soon, the two fell deeply in love and he stayed with her until the day that she entered Heaven. Angered by the betrayal, Satan banished him to live on Earth, but sent a curse along with him. This curse would cause his demon form to be wild and mindless like an animal, and he would forever be in an inner battle to keep his sanity.

Crush: No one, but he can be a bit of a flirt.

(^_^ thank you!)

(I think so. If anyone else wants to join, they can just slide in. )

In a small town just a few miles outside of the surrounding woods, a man who looked to be in his early twenties ran for his life down the sidewalk. Every few moments or so he would look over his shoulder to see how exactly much distance he had between him and the two larger men behind him. Luckily for him, it seemed that in their extreme muscle-building workouts they forgot to work on their cardio. Between gasping, one of the large men, who was dressed in leather from head to toe, shouted, "Ya can't run forever, Alistair! We're gonna catch ya eventually! And when we do, yer gonna hurt somethin' bad!" Alistaire winced and grinned nervously. "Come on, guys. All I did was buy her a drink. Can't we settle this like adults?" He got his answer when a pocket knife flew by, just barely missing his cheek. His golden eyes widened and he quickly turned down an alley. When the two biker men followed him in, they were stunned to find that the alley was completely empty. Growling in rage, one of the men kicked a dumpster. "Alistaire! You better hope we don't find you!" From on the roof, Alistaire watched and gave a huge sigh of relief. "Geez. What a bunch of angry baboons." He wiped a strand of dark brown hair away from his face and then looked over at the wooded area close by. Deciding it might be a good idea to stay vigilant for a while, he headed towards it, jumping from roof to roof.  

Alistair strolled through the dimly lit forest, marvelling at its serene beauty. It hadn't been long since he last walked through these woods, but it still seemed as if everything had changed. Different foliage covered unearthed tree roots, and newly fallen trees were now covered in carpets of moss as if they had been laying there for decades. The air was cool, but not cold, which made the atmosphere seem refreshing. As he walked down the trail, he was suddenly hit by two scents almost as if he had walked into a stone wall. His human pupils shrank into paper thin reptilian slits and he winced as a jolt of pain throbbed his skull like a migrane. He shuddered and blinked his eyes until his pupils went back to normal. He then glanced around silently, not even breathing. There was only one thing that could strike him down like that with a mere scent. His own species. Demons.

(Sorry if I'm writing too much. I was in a writing mood and I got carried away.)

Alistair hesitated before replying, feeling a bit suspicious and confused of the demon's intentions. After a moment or two, he then answered back. "Hello. Are you on assignment?" His face softened a bit, but only as a cover. He continued to keep his gaurd up, ready for any tricks that the demon may pull. If he had learned anything in hell, it was to never fully trust your own kind.