<strong>Name</strong>; Abilishtar, Though goes by Abil<br/><strong>Gender</strong>; Male<br/><strong>Sexuality</strong>; Seems to not care<br/><strong>Age</strong>; ~3000-4000, Never took the time to truly count, goes by history<br/><strong>Appearance;</strong><br/>Appears quite human as a matter of fact, under the simple premise that: "It's just easier." and "It's my original form." Though his red eyes often betray his demonic nature. Tends to dress and appear rather regular compared to most demons.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://imageshack.us/a/img23/5872/98400615.jpg)</div></div><strong>Race;</strong>Edimmu, but many also call him a Revenant<br/><strong>Birth Circle</strong>;  Circle 6, Heresy<br/><strong>Abilities</strong>;<br/><em>Physical Attributes</em>; Along with the usual demonic Speed, Endurance and Strength though lacking the raw physical power many his age has, Abil has a rather high pain threshold. He of course can still feel pain, but still can take more than most.<br/><em>Channeling Emotion</em>; Still burdened with what he believes is his annoying human side, Abil has learned to channel many of his emotions into fueling his demonic magic. This has made him quite an adept in magic, more than anything else he can do. Along with this he can bend and control this energy to great avail.<br/><br/><strong>Powers</strong>;<br/><em>Phasing/Blinking;</em>Bending and dispersing his bodily energies allows Abil to come and go as he pleases, compressing his body into incorporeal form and reforming it in other places, effectively "blinking" to another area or pass through solid objects. Of course, in this form he can do little but move about.<br/><em>Raw Energy Compression and Casting;</em>While many demons like the spectacle of throwing large balls of fire or great arcs at lightning at others, Abil prefers a more subtle and effective approach. By compressing all that energy into a small form he can cast small releases of energy that still have strength to them, as well as form shapes such as weapons to balance out his lack of raw strength.<br/><br/><strong>Class You Teach or Plan to Teach;</strong>Focusing Magical Energies<br/><br/><strong>Possible Club Interest;</strong>Wouldn't be interested in such things, but may if asked.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>;<br/>Stern, cool, and focused, though not lacking a sense of humor, his smirk being a rather interesting sight. Abil is very goal oriented and seems to always have something that he knows he needs to do. He tolerates what needs to be done to facilitate those goals, which includes teaching. And though he may not give his class his all, he still teaches effectively enough and gives it just enough attention to not be a bother to the school or students. In his off time he usually resorts to research or experimentation, but once in a while leaves to attend things that he deems appropriate, such as food, meetings, and consultations. To students he tolerates very little mistakes and though claiming no favoritism, tends to pay more attention to students who excel rather than those who need help. Within the past few centuries, he's even decided that speaking more to the other teachers also facilitates his goals. Though he speaks little of himself, he is usually willing to talk, provided it's not an interruption.<br/><br/><strong>Background Information</strong>;<br/>Abil remembers every aspect his life, but tends to not divulge much of it. It started off rather simply, many years ago in what was known as Babylon. Like many humans, he lived, he loved, he laughed, he cried, and finally, he died. In his life he did accomplish many great things and specifically devoted himself to his religion. And yet, it only took a mistake after he died to create a heresy. What exactly it was he never knew. Perhaps his body was defiled, perhaps he was put to rest improperly, or perhaps something else. Whatever the case his soul was sent to the depths of hell, to forever burn in a stone tomb. But like the few before him who suffered the same fate of being improperly taken care of after death, a great rage grew in his soul. And kindled by that rage, he burnt hotter than the fires that tortured him, soon ignoring them and escaping his prison. Of course, instead of being put back or attacked by the demons, he was allowed in to their world. His rage was a useful tool for them and they used to wrought devastation and instrumental in the fall of his former country.<br/><br/>This happened for the first few centuries of his new life. All that time was a blur for him, and even at the present, he can't recall it much in detail. Over time, his rage didn't subside, but his mind started to form together again. Bits and pieces at first, but soon he was thinking as he used to. And he didn't exactly like how he was being used. Of course, all his power was an uncontrolled strength. Though it was effective, any experienced demon could easily exploit the gaps in his uncontrolled power and defeat him. So he decided to find another way. Luckily for him, his hatred for humans gave him the perfect testing field in the form of the mortal plane. With the restraints imposed on him by his religious leaders in the past gone, he was able to research materials that were considered heretical and forbidden in life. Not to mention humans themselves became his way of practicing his new-found abilities on. Of course, he was eventually defeated on earth, a product of his carelessness. His kind was always rumored to be one of the most difficult demonic beings to exorcise, but with enough effort, humans were able to expel him back to hell. His defeat convinced his old masters to finally put him back in his coffin. But now, he was armed with something besides uncontrolled rage, and, with surprise on his side, fought and consumed his old tormentors.<br/><br/>With his tormentors dead, he decided to once again continue his campaign against humans. He researched and created a multitude of spells, that he knew would wreck havoc on humans. Though he hit a roadblock and realized he lacked the resources to continue his work. Naturally there was only so many human works that spoke of dark magic and they had run their course. But luckily for him, he was approached by a representative of SIN. He was asked to teach students, and though he refused at first, he was snared as they mentioned a plethora of books and research materials that only demons could offer. How could he refuse that?