"A human soul is worth less than you think."

Full Name || Ronin Kalderov

Age || Immortal

Gender || Male

Sexuality || Bisexual

Species || Demon

Powers || Immortality- Cannot age, and cannot be killed without the aid of a magical item

Hypnotism- Can hypnotize human and animals into doing what he wants

Soul Harvesting- He chants an ancient, demonic spell and extracts the soul of any living creature from its body. All demons can do it and use souls as a form of currency

Teleportation- Used to travel from the human world to Hell and in between dimensions

Fire Aura: His body temperature is so hot that he can melt the ground beneath him /if full clothing./ he has to wear special clothing when he travels to Earth.

Looks/FC || Andre Merzdorf

Personality || Ronin is the definition of chaotic neutral. From an outside (human) perspective, he's crazy, malicious being that seems to kill innocent people for no apparent reason and tortures souls that were otherwise pure. His actions seem to have no apparent motive; just because he can. He's a silent assassin, opting to hide in the shadows and take homeless people and dirty street rats instead of taking the richer, more vile people (their souls are harder to harvest.) Sometimes, he can be scarily nice, making cookies and giving them to humans. However, on a wrong day, he can kill the same humans without thinking much about it.

Getting to know Ronin is hard because, of course, he's a demon. He's a busybody that's almost constantly moving around. He doesn't need any sleep to survive, so he capitalizes on that and works pretty much around the clock. Because of this, he doesn't have a lot of time to talk to people or pursue anything aside from harvesting souls and killing innocents. He's one of the quietest beings in the universe, sometimes going for /centuries/ without saying something to anyone. (Obviously,) he doesn't start conversations and tends to stay along the wall when he goes to auctions (if he decided to go at all. (I'll explain auctions later)

When someone gets to know Ronin, particularly a human, his actions start to make sense. He doesn't act the way he does simply because he's literally an entity that kills people for sport, but because that's his /culture./ (And for another reason that will be explained later) Because it's normal where he's from. He still isn't much of a talker and is distant despite how close he is to someone, but...he does enjoy baking from time to time and might spare a cookie or two if he's feeling generous. However, take caution: on some days, the secret ingredient is nutmeg. On others...arsenic.

Likes || Baking- He likes it partially because it involves using extreme heat. Sometimes, he gets tired of waiting for his food to bake and uses his hands to heat up the pan. Because of his top-notch baking skills, his snacks are popular among humans (he started his own baking company when he was younger.)

Auctioning- Auctioning involves auctioning off humans that were dragged into hell because they were so bad. He likes buying the worst humans--the delinquents and robbers and lawyers and such--and putting them in their place.

Dislikes || His Past- Although he can't remember much of it because it's been so long.

People Like Him- The reason he's in Hell in the first place was that he was awful as a human. He feels contempt for them and tortures those beings the hardest.

Occupation || (In the human world:) Owner of Kaldrrov's Baking Company, (Basically the Nabisco of the universe the roleplay takes place is.)

(In Hell): The owner of an auctioning house

Hobby || Baking

Backstory || Ronin had been a demon for the past thousand years. However, he wasn't always like that. When he was a human, he was a peasant with a hatred towards the upper castes. He was cruel and vile to all of them. He would be paid to assassinate members of the upper class and helped his lower classmen escape from jail when they were rightfully thrown in. However, his ways caught up with him. The king finally caught him and beheaded him at the first chance he got. He died, but despite literally paying his way to heaven, when he opened his eyes after he died, all he saw was a fiery inferno around him. He was whipped and tortured for a thousand years (a mandatory process in Hell. They literally whip the humanity off of people in order to turn them into demons.) and forced to harvest souls in order to make a living for himself. However, he didn't stay at rock bottom for long. He quickly rose to the top in both the human world and in Hell, and he doesn't plan on giving up his spot as one of the elite anytime soon.

"Stop comparing your human learning centers to this place. At least they don't put rat poison in your mac and cheese."

Scenario 1 ||

Date || Present Day 

Location || Hell

You open your eyes. You don't know where you are. It's all so...dark...The building that you're in is an odd one. The walls, floors, clocks, chairs, and tables are all made of glass. You look out to see a crowd of men and women dressed in red suits and pantsuits and dresses talking and mingling with each other. You look out at the land beyond the glass building. You see nothing. It's pitch black. Panicking, you try and stand up, but something is restricting you. You look down and see a bunch of clunky red chains bound around your hands and feet. They don't look like they're budging an inch either...

"Alright," said a deep voice over an intercom. "Time for the next human up for auction. This human is named [Your Name.] This human is an innocent, so torture is prohibited until /after/ the bidding. The bidding will start at 500 souls."

"I'll take her," said an even deeper voice. It sounded like the devil himself. The crowd of onlookers slowly parted way for the mysterious figure. He was just as intimidating as his rumbling, demonic voice. His frame: Large, bulky, muscular. His eyes: dark and serious. His hair: As wild as the look in his eyes. All of his muscle was hidden under a fitted suit that was black, which stood out against all of the red in the room. "7 /million/ souls." No one in the room dared to bid against him. They knew they would lose...or be killed.

"S-sold!" said the auctioneer, noticing right away who the figure was. The auctioneer unlocked the chains on your hands and feet, freeing you from them. "Well, go on! Go to your owner! He's waiting..."

How do you react?

Scenario 2 || 

Make it up!