((Keeping the Charrie sheets brief ^_^ ))<br/><br/>Name: Andreas Sordid<br/><br/>Age: 218<br/><br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR6waSN_asu48jPeu0vi4UqtWZLpL6xStNhVtALqp39jqbqT2xhZA">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Other: Andreas is a powerful Demon who grew bored of things in Hell and migrated to the human world for a change of pace. He currently masquerades as a human Lord, living quietly in his manor overlooking the stupid mortals below. He's been there close to twenty-five years now. So far, they've been smart enough not to ask too many questions.<br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/>"Mr. Finnegan, does it look like I care?" Andreas said coldly, pushing a bite-sized piece of rare steak between his lips.<br/><br/>"U-u-u-uh, w-well, sir.."<br/><br/>"That was a rhetorical question," the handsome man interjected. "You're saying some of the villagers are discontented? Remind them how things were here before I came along. Yes, yes, they're running low on fire wood. Mr. Finnegan, it's March. The weather will be warming very soon. Additionally, they have able-bodied men, axes, and miles of woodlands at their disposal. Villagers always complain about something; it's their right of passage. This one really doesn't concern me. If you really care so much, though, tell them I'll send down a few extra blankets. They can save some wood on heating for the next couple of weeks and use it for cooking instead. At least that will shut them up."<br/><br/>"Oh, th-thank you sir!" The stuttering, portly man responded, leaving the man to eat in peace.<br/><br/>"Sometimes this job is so tedious," the Demon-in-disguise muttered to himself, examining a piece of meat he'd stabbed with his fork. "This venture might just end with me eating the lot of them."