<div align="center">(http://a140.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/51/l_3aa4f86803eb8df3ddd0f8e3720a0543.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://ui06.gamespot.com/1285/img421twothrones_2.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Sha’kos – Alexander Marks<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 2499 - 29<br/><br/><strong>Powers/Abilities: </strong> <br/><br/>Sha’kos is a Demon Lord of the ancient Persian world. He started  out as a Daeve, a creature capable of moving through the shadows at will, invisible but for it’s own shadow, with large claws and a hunger for human hearts. But over the centuries, he evolved, growing strong while ravishing through the battlefields of the Macedonians under Alexander the Great invading Persia. As he ascended to a Lord of the Daeva, he began unlocking more powers, like staying visible, taking different forms and full control over the shadows. He can shape and shift any shadows around him in weapons, but prefers to form small shards of them and launches them at his enemy, like poisonous throwing knives. Another preferred use of the shadows is to use it to bind or choke anyone near it… Instead of the fiery flash or the shimmering way of teleportation, Sha’kos simply disappears into a black shade that fades in the nearest shadow, reappearing wherever he wishes.<br/><br/><strong>Background: </strong> <br/><br/>Once upon a time, he was the abused slave of one of the Persian Kings, Xerxes. But when the King invaded Greece and was held up at Thermopylae, young Sha’kos was sacrificed to the ancient Gods. He was turned into a Daeve and sent to kill Leonidas, ensuring a Persian victory at the Hot Gates. Ever since then, the young demon has stalked the earth, nourishing and growing more powerful by killing indiscriminately on the numerous battlefields, with a grudge against both Persians and Greeks. After 300 years, he was strong enough to challenge the Daeva Lord and usurped him, gaining new powers over the shadows. Ever since then, the new Demon Lord stuck to the background, gathering several more Daeva’s, till one of the demon wars. He picked the winning side and became one of the loyal Lieutenants of the newest Source of Evil. He kept the number of Daeva’s and other shadow demons under his command low, by sending any who came close to usurping him on suicidal missions. He was one of the people in charge over the Dark Lighters, which he used to hunt their Light-side counterparts, his Daeva’s, powerful assassins of the underworld, though seldom used against witches, for their white lighters could protect them easily against these demons and several demons who also found their powers in the shadow realm<br/><br/>Every once in a while, he cultivated a human identity, courtesy of one of his newest powers, that allowed him to take a physical shape. He always preferred the shape closest to his birth form, a tall, slender, handsome, tanned male, with black eyes and black hair, and hints of the orient in his looks. He always ended up taking a job having to do with history, which was a guilty pleasure of his, and relatively easy with his long life.<br/><br/>His newest identity was that of a high school history teacher, Alexander Marks, in Douglasville, GA, where he was requested by the Source to obstruct and hopefully kill the newest threesome of witches there. Three witches, sisters, together was very dangerous to all demons. A threesome was able to actually vanquish demons, instead of temporarily killing them, sending them back to the Source, awaiting punishment before gaining a new body.</div><br/><div align="center">--------------=========&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;========---------------</div><br/><br/>Alexander Marks looked like an ordinary guy. Well, not all that ordinary in the looks department, as he was a highly attractive male, with Middle-Eastern and even a slight, darker, oriental hint in his dashing looks. On all other levels, he was as ordinary as one could be. Getting up every morning, showering, eating a light breakfast and heading off early towards work. He left his home early, for he always took some time to stop at the coffee shop, for a fresh cup of strong, black coffee, like only they could make it. It reminded him of home. He always stayed there for a while, leisurely sipping his caffeinated drink, while either reading a newspaper, or one of his many books.<br/><br/>He cultivated an intelligent, yet charming and seductive aura. This made him a popular teacher to the many teenage girls he taught at school. He was a history teacher with a passion for the Classical age. His smooth, cultured and lightly accented voice could draw in everyone when he was telling a story of the battles and heroes of old. A dangerous voice, for he could talk many people into things they hadn’t ever thought of before.<br/><br/>He had only started working at Douglas High this year, having arrived through New York, where had obtained his degree, from one of the borer provinces of Iran, the core of Ancient Persia.<br/><br/>That morning, however, as he was reading an Egyptian novel in Arabic, he couldn’t believe his fortune. It was as if the angels were blessing him. Of course, being who he was, the angels would probably do everything in there might to prevent this. But alas, they seemed to have failed, as Chloe James addressed him, propositioning him for a job…<br/><br/>At last, this boring human identity bore fruit. For now, he had established contact with one of the women he was after for over a year already. Yes, Sha’Kos, as was his real name, was not a mere history teacher, or even anywhere close to an ordinary human. He was the Demon Lord the James sisters had tried to find, but so far had never seen, only heard about. And now, after over a year of sending his minions to their death against them, he seemed to be able to grasp the advantage.<br/><br/>Looking up from his book, he casually checked his watch, letting the sunlight glint in his dark eyes. His lips curved slightly, in a charming smile as he faced her again, his eyes widening in satisfaction. His deep, low, almost purring voice, formed the answer she wanted to hear.<br/><br/><strong>“I would indeed be interested in such a proposal, Miss James. I won’t have to appear at work for another two hours, so I could join you now to discuss the specifics. We might even have time for an initial screening, if such a thing is what you need.”</strong><br/><br/>He stood up, straightening his tall body, in perfect fitness, slender, athletic and muscular, without any hint of being too bulky to lose attractiveness. His tanned skin was nuanced by his white, short-sleeved shirt of good quality, and the dark jeans he wore showed of his powerful, long legs, while fitting snugly around his bum. Black leather shoes, not too fancy, but classy, completed the ensemble. Taking his briefcase, into which he put his book, he inquired,<strong>“Shall we?”</strong>