<strong>Name:</strong>He goes by Dantalion, but his true name is hidden from all.<br/><strong>Age:</strong>He has existed since time immemorial, but he appears in his mid thirties<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Demon Prince<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Dantalion is a thoughtful demon, the keeper of a multitude of secrets. Although he is very capable of raw feats of power and intimidating displays of magic, he considers such gross displays as gauche. He much prefers guile and trickery.<br/><strong>History:</strong>Dantalion has claimed this particular stretch of countryside as his domain for the past several hundred years now; although the mortal authorities and the church would deign to disagree, their opinion is of little consequence. From an ancient cathedral, hidden deep in the Forest of Shadows, he plots and plans to gain power, influence, and above all else, persons of importance for his elder masters.<br/><strong>Powers:</strong>Like so many of his race, Dantalion is capable of assuming a perfectly human form. He has a mastery of the control over hellfire, and is very accomplished at more subtle arts as well, such as telepathy. As a demon, he is not subject to petty mortal concerns such as sleep or oxygen. The only such conceit he harbours is that at least once every 89 and a half months, he must devour the heart of a young maiden.<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Dantalion's chosen human form is tall, just over six feet, and compactly muscled.  His mussed black hair and the casual air with which he wears his very expensive clothes contrast with how well he pulls off the look, but there's just something unsettling about his red eyes.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Silently, Dantalion approached the tree to which this cycle's sacrifice.<br/>