Demonic Design
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Demonic Design | |
| Player: @DerekStorm | |
| Basic Data | |
| Origin: | magic |
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| Archetype: | mastermind |
| Combat Level: | 10 |
| Occupation: | Fashion Designer |
| Identity: | Confidential |
| Personal Data | |
| Real Name: | Diego Salazar |
| Known Aliases: | |
| Species: | human |
| Age: | 24 |
| Height: | 5'8 |
| Weight: | 145lbs |
| Eye Color: | brown |
| Hair Color: | blue/black |
| Blood Type: | A |
| Biographical Data | |
| Birthplace: | Imperial City, Praetoria |
| Birthdate: | February 21st |
| Citizenship: | Praetorian |
| Current Residence: | Imperial City |
| Religion/Faith: | N/A |
| Sexual Orientation: | a little off center and flaming. |
| Marital Status: | single |
| Known Languages | |
| English | |
| Known Relatives | |
| unknown | |
| Known Powers | |
| Demonic Magic | |
| Training / Abilities | |
| Demon Summoning, light fire control, sewing fabulous clothing | |
| Equipment | |
| Does a Singer count? | |
| Footnotes | |
Dear Journal,
I refuse to call you a diary, just so you know. Why? Because it would be far too damn gay. I mean, isn’t it enough that I design women’s clothing for a living, do I really have to have a diary too? Anyway, I’m trying to make a point here. One day, when I’m rich and famous I figure I’ll be able to get someone to write my autobiography. I think I’d call it something like “Supreme Awesomeness” or “I’m better than you, ha-ha”. Something classy like that sounds about right. But, I digress; I’m completely losing my train of thought here.
So journal, this whole thing is about my life. Mainly, so when I do write this epic autobiography I have to all done for the poor sap that has to try and make sense of it. So, this is how it goes… I was born down by the river (and not in a van, thank you very much). My parents wanted a girl (imagine that, huh?) and they got me. I’m not saying they weren’t lovey dovey or anything like that, but they still wanted a girl.
Life was pretty decent for me; I did whatever I wanted when I wanted to do it. That kind of thing happens when you’re the only child. So, instead of go crazy and binge drinking (not that I didn’t do that the moment I turned sixteen) I spent a lot of time sewing and reading about things I shouldn’t be reading about. A weird combination, but I figured clothing designs based on the occult would be pretty damn fierce. In the end, let’s just say that I dabbled a bit too much in the occult and manage to have a few hearty little demon brats attached to me. Of course, they ended up with nicknames. Heidi Klum, Twiggy, Iman, Tim Gunn and Tyra Banks ( I thought it fit them, I’m weird, I know).
In the long run, it was a pretty nice deal. I’m not into this whole civil war-eque type thing going on, but I don’t want to see innocent people get hurt (after all, they’re going to be the one wearing my line). So, if I have power to stop everyone from fighting then I’m going to beat the shit out of them until they understand that peace is the only way. Sounds like a huge contradiction, but sometimes people just don’t want to listen to what’s good for them.
That’s just how I am, I’m catty, I’m snide, but I really do mean well (most of the time). I think everyone should try to get along and get over themselves. Not like anyone listens to the flaming fashion designer. And one more thing about that, just because I design clothes doesn’t mean I’m the froufrou guy. I’ll push you down before you even get a chance. Besides, I have a rule; you have to take me to dinner first. The way into a man’s pants is through his stomach, after all.
