[heading][color=brown]Sarin[/color][/heading]
[hr][indent][b]H[/b]e was always the odd one out, for one reason or another. When he was younger he was short and pudgy, his glasses were three prescriptions too thick and he had a tendency to break them. He spoke with a stutter, always accentuating the wrong words in a sentence. When other kids spoke about TV and Cartoons and other stupid kids stuff, Sarin couldn't keep up. He was interested in weird things like bugs and bigfoot, and his interests drove the other children further away.

Then he hit puberty, and with age and some wisdom he began to realize why other kids made fun of him. Why they would alway avoid him. So he tried, desperately, to make himself more 'likable'. He read up on and watched TV, he spoke in front of the mirror for hours on end trying to overcome his speech impediment, he worked on his appearance tirelessly going as far as having his parents switch out his glasses for contacts... but in the end it all backfired on him. He was still a nervous child, often he spoke too much or too little; and his hair was too messy and too long, he was too tall and gaunt to be cute; and he still spoke with odd inflection that made people think he was a foreigner. An outsider.

So he retreated into his mind. He withdrew himself from the world, getting wrapped up in his thoughts and ideas, creating fantastic worlds to entertain himself with in his isolation. His parents enrolled him in therapy, and for awhile it seemed like it was working, but Sarin was just playing along with the game, something he'd picked up from hours upon hours of watching other people. He'd grown smart enough never to divulge his deepest thoughts, how he really felt. He wouldn't show anyone the notebooks he'd filled with black marker or talk about what he thought about making the girls in his class do. He just bottled it up and put on a fake smile, just like everyone else.

Then came college, but by that point he'd all but given up any hope of leading a normal life... he'd instead convinced himself he didn't want it. He spent his hours in class alternating between studying, and living out his fantasies of domination and power. Dreaming about how he could show all those stuck up popular kids that the biggest mistake they'd ever made - the last mistake they'd ever make - was to snub him or put him down or make fun of him... or, the worst sin of all as far as he was concerned, to ignore his existence altogether. All his waking energy went into thoughts of revenge. His life felt like it was running by automatically, like he was stuck on autopilot. Routine became the only thing keeping him from snapping and jumping out in front of a car. Routine kept him from making friends or meeting people. He adhered to his routine because it was the only thing keeping him anchored in sanity, and he thought his routine was living.[/indent][hr]

[heading][color=red]Posession[/color][/heading]
[hr][indent][b]S[/b]arin would describe himself as a something of a manipulator. The type of guy who orchestrates grand schemes from the comfort of his living room or keyboard, leaving the heavy lifting and legwork to his underlings. An influential and convincing, ruthless leader type of character - that was the ideal he sought to model himself after, because he was the furthest thing from it. Before things changed for him he was one of the sniveling underlings he wanted to command; a tertiary character who was just as soon ignored as forgotten. He went through life rarely present in the dull and monotonous reality he'd been written in to, instead opting to live the life of a more driven and impactful individual through fantasy and fiction, spending all his spare time reading and playing games

Eydeas changed all that for him. He still isn't entirely sure if he'd summoned her to him or if she'd just been attracted to and preyed upon his weakness. The way she told it it could very well have been a little of both - but, all things the same, the how wasn't particularly important to either of them. She was a daemon - more specifically a kind of psychic succubus, a demon tape-worm of sorts. She proposed a partnership that would sate his lust for power perfectly: in exchange for becoming a blemish on his soul, but not devouring it herself, she would give him what he desired most, the power to control people... and in exchange, he is tasked with using that power to gather and consume the souls of others to keep her fed and strong. Once the initial shock of being confronted [i]by a demon[/i] had settled, Sarin didn't hesitate for a moment to accept her terms. He'd dreamt of effortlessly attaining such power for he didn't know how long, and the realization that it was no longer just a dream is only just sinking into his thick skull.

Though, even with this new power, he was a far cry from the mastermind he dreamt of being. He had the power, but none of the experience or wisdom to use it the way he imagined... Still, though, being able to bend others to his will was a good starting point to develop his unique personality...[/indent][hr]

[heading][color=blue]Obession[/color][/heading]
[indent][hr][b]F[/b]irst there was Sara. She'd been the object of his adoration for as long as he could remember. He'd known her since they were children; or, perhaps it was more accurate to say he'd known of her since they were children. The two rarely played together or had any conversation, really. He was so far off her radar, and though she was usually more polite to him than other kids were she didn't pay much mind to the chubby, stuttering dork who followed her around, incessantly trying to get her attention. She'd always had his, though, all up into and through highschool. By then he was a dedicated wallflower, a fixture in the background and the shadows of the educational establishment, and she was so directly opposite to his standing on the wrungs of sub-society. Their relationship was so remarkably banal as to be surreal, something Sarin was used to to some degree given the way things had gone for him so far in life.[/indent][hr]

[heading][color=black][url=http://i.imgur.com/BOrUgrW.jpg]Eydeas[/url][/color][/heading]
[indent][b]E[/b]ydeas came from the thirteen-hundredth brood of a particularly well-to-do Arcdaemon, one whose only purpose for the last thousand or so years of her existence was forced procreation. Leaving the brood young her instincts took hold of her almost instantly, the innate hunger and thirst for souls inherent to her specicies overwhelming her consciousness, leading her to cross realms in search for mortals to manipulate and consume... She lived a simple half life in this manner for eons, consuming and consuming the souls of humans, animals and even other demons, her personality developing and reasserting itself over her base instincts slowly as she evolved and matured.

Over time, though, once she had near full reign of her mind and abilities, she grew bored of the monotony of her life. Convincing and coercing fools into giving their immortal souls over to her, or seducing the easily corruptible with their basest desires... conducting herself like a simple succubus was so far beneath her. Her progenitors were capable of so much more, but she'd grown complacent. Sarin was an interesting challenge for her, one she'd not come across for some thousands of years since. He was weak enough that she could consume him in an instant if she wanted, but he also attracted far more delicious morsels to him for her to eat up, all while keeping her fancies entertained. At first she'd pretended to be diety come down to bless him with powers as recompense for former hardships, thinking he was as much a simpleton as most she came across. However it became clear to him what her true origins were so quickly it surprised her greatly; even more surprising, his first impulse was not revulsion or fear but rather inquiries about how he could use her toward his own means, to abuse and corrupt others for a mutually beneficial end. Sometimes, it seemed to her, Sarin thought more like a demon than a human... His actions and words made it seem more and more over time as if he'd already resigned himself to death and an eternity of oblivion when his soul was inevitably cast into purgatory.[/indent]


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