Type: Modern Magic
Name: Mason Clarence
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi
Species: Human
Powers: Not exactly?
Personality: Mason is calm, collected, kind, and quiet. He doesn't speak up much, and usually let's the other people carry the conversation. He makes friends easily, perhaps because he's a good friend or perhaps because they can do all the talking. He remains cool under a lot of stress and keeps a clear head. He can be compassionate and caring, and is always a reassuring presence. He lets other people be the leaders, but isn't afraid to throw in his two cents.
Appearance: Media. He's good 6'foot with decent muscles.
Skills: He's fairly strong and has good attention to detail. He is always calm and won't break down under a situation. He can analyze a problem and take steps to fix it. A good, calming presence for any friend.
Flaws: Not particularly fast, and definitely not much of a fighter. He isn't much of a leader and isn't great at making decisions, especially at the expense of others. Afraid of heights.
Backstory: Mason grew up in a loving family, with a dad, mom, and big sister. He was a pretty normal kid. That is, until he was possessed by a demon. That doesn't exactly scream functional life. When he was 13 he and his friends were digging around an old bookstore and found a book of 'satanic spells'. And they decided to do what any dumb teenagers would do: try one. So, they set it up, Mason even offering some of his own blood for the ritual. It was just supposed to be a game. When they let the blood drip onto the circle Mason blacked out. He woke up the next morning with all three of his friends dead around him. He had bruises and cuts as if he had been in a fight. It was ruled as a random homicide where only one victim survived: Mason. He went back home and things got weird. Mason would suddenly black out, before waking minutes later with yellow eyes. His eyes were brown. He would go into fits of rage and attack anyone nearby. His parents connected the dots that it was him who killed at his friends that fateful night, but kept it a secret. Though this only happened once every few months, the time between him blacking out and waking up possessed became shorter and shorter. Eventually he could simply blink and open his eyes to have them yellow. His parents pulled him out of school. A year later in one of these states he killed his sister. He was sent to an asylum, and didn't get out until just now, having not had an outburst in years.

Requirements:
None!
Scenario:
You were simply walking down the street when you thought you heard something muffled from an alley. Lots of movement. Being the curious little bugger you are, you listened for a minute until the sounds abruptly stopped. Getting more curious you slowly walked down the alley and turned a corner... to find Mason sitting beside a dead body. A knife lay inches from him, and he and the body were drenched in blood. He looked horrified. He slowly gazed up at you, his brown eyes wide. "I can explain."