tag: charisma, anyone<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zero</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name:</strong> Zero<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> Older than his meat suit looks.<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong> Demon. He’s a bodiless creature in reality, a half-seen flicker of shadow and smoke.  He exists in the City by wearing a ‘meat suit’ – by possessing unfortunate mortals.  The brutal strength, unnatural speed and inhuman endurance Zero has is due to his possession of the human flesh, but eventually they break down, wear out, or just plain get boring. When that happens Zero moves on.  He can release control over the body he's in, allowing the human mind to come forth but rarely does so. <sub>Note: I will not be possessing PCs without express permission from their player.</sub><br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> <div class="floatright">(http://jerzygirl45.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/jason-momoa-29.jpg)</div>He’s got that animal magnetism going for him, a kind of dark handsomeness, and shiny white teeth when he smiles, wears leather and denim and knives and tattoos.  His poor meat suit was a college boy, once, but after the fights and the tattoos, you can’t tell now.<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong> Anything that doesn’t run away fast enough.  In other words, ommisexual.  Really, anything, but animals are pretty boring – they don’t feel guilty.<br/><br/><strong>Former Gang:</strong> He’s run with the Brothers in the past (it’s a natural impulse) and done some dirty work for the Gravediggers because there’s some things even the diggers don’t want to get their hands dirty for.  Zero’s mostly been a free agent, staying beneath the radar of the powerful, managing to mostly avoid becoming chum in a city full of sharks.  It’s a tricky balance and maybe it’s time to hook up with someone else for awhile.<br/><br/><strong>Gang Position:</strong> Soldier, procurer and bookie.  And a pimp.  He’s done a little whoring himself, because sex for money is a great way to make someone else feel dirty and wrong.  He’s never dealt in souls because that puts you right under the King of the Crossroads and he’s a scary, hard-ass bastard.<br/><br/><strong>Weapon of Choice:</strong> He likes up close and personal when someone breathes their last so he’s got a nasty set of knives, good for magic creatures and mortal alike.  He can use a broadsword or a warhammer to crack heads but that’s only when there’s a riot – and he has a FNP90 for those days when he wants to turn someone into sauce.  Possession - he can posses people and make them harm themselves or others.<br/><br/><strong>Additional Skills:</strong> Zero knows where it’s at – whether it’s an illegal shipment of magic arrowheads, or a whore for very particular … tastes, he can find a lead to get the goods.  He’s worked as a bookie, taking bets on everything from horses to human ponies to whether this ‘end of the world’ really is or not (2012 is going to be a bust, in his opinion).  He’s got a few ‘friends’ and fingers in a few pies and that gives him a bit of a heads-up when something important is going on or when something interesting is coming to the city.  In the Fallen, he worked mostly as an extortionist and a fence, busting kneecaps and selling stolen dragon’s blood.  He’s got a demon’s talent for negotiation and a good sense of when to play nice before turning nasty and knows how to run the numbers.  He has a range of demonic talents; curse-mongering, a nose for someone wanting to sin (and figuring out the sin they’re looking for), the ability to inflict pain with a touch, and an unpleasant sensitivity to the truly pure, to sacred ground and to holy water.  He can possess others, moving from body to body with a touch, though he prefers to stick with one favorite 'meat suit' at a time - his possession leaves the victim open to his influence, even after he's left their body - a back door, as it were.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Zero isn’t a nice guy, but that’s what you get with a demon.  He likes to push other people’s boundaries, make them cross lines they’d never imagined they could, then beg for more.  In some ways, he’s easy going for a demon, never been high enough in the Pit to get too ambitious, happy enough to be in the City where he can run a little wild.  He looks for the weak and the vulnerable, loves it when he can dirty up someone pure and sweet.  Maybe that’s envy – it’s been a long time since he was clean.<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong> He managed to crawl out of the Pit a while back and that’s the most important thing he’s got going for him.  Running with the Fallen was natural enough, and he didn’t make too many enemies there – but, demons … they’re never your friends.  He had a little crew of his own, extorting chump change from the beastly freaks in animal town but that fell apart and he’s been on his own.<br/><br/><strong>Theme Song (optional):</strong> Warren Zevon:Mr. Bad Example (http://youtu.be/xfMg8xyLy7U)</div></div><br/>Succubui always bought out the stupid in people and it was no different tonight.  Zero could feel the energy in the club rise to a higher pitch as her presence stirred everyone’s lust for … various things; sex and violence, mainly.  Zero was immune to her pheromones, he controlled his meat suit, it didn’t control him, but that didn’t mean he was immune to all her temptations.  She was like him, crawled out of the Pit and in her case she brought her physical attributes with her.  She’d been around for awhile, he could tell, and settled into the physicality of the Middle City – and he’d heard of her before, though never bothered to meet.  Demons weren’t all that chummy with each other.<br/><br/>He recognized Jack Mason too and he laughed at the sight.  The City was going to be getting some surprises, that’s for sure.  The little altercation went down like a nice evening's entertainment, though there was no missing the sight of Charisma getting herself in the middle of it and Zero’s attention sharpened until she’d returned to his side.<br/><br/>Zero laughed, snugging an arm around Charisma’s waist and eyeing a squat dwarf that had followed the angel, hoping for a kiss himself.  For all that Zero looked like a simple mortal, he’d mastered implying a lot more with just a glance and the dwarf sidled away, looking for easier meat.  “It’s only going to get worse, baby,” he took the drink she’d bought him, not caring what it was, only that she’d fetched it.  “The succubus is a hungry bitch and so’s half the crowd.  Maybe you’ll get a chance at an orgy tonight –“Zero traced a line along Charisma’s skin, where wing and back met, when he reached her ass, he stroked her, making her dress ride up again and showing off what he had and others didn’t. He leaned close to whisper in her ear.  She reeked of grace – her holy gift - and it made Zero’s skin crawl but his mouth water too.  “Look at all the monsters here, I bet you’d like to have them all.”<br/><br/>The sight of Jugo made him stiffen, among him, the succubus and Mason, the danger level in the club had just skyrocketed.  Zero scanned the crowd again, looking at who was here, who was the sort to throw down with some violence on a whim (Jugo, Mason and the succubus - all together like a pile of dynamite and Zero wished he had a match), and what sort of advantage he could take of the situation.  The orc bartender and his bouncers were looking less and less happy by the minute and Zero caught a glance upstairs with interest.  Between that and the little kitsune running errands, he’d place their potential employer up there in one of the suites.<br/><br/>“But don’t you worry, sweetheart,” Zero leaned and took a drink, giving Charisma a wink and a smirk.  “I’ll protect you.”