Character Name: Pariah.
Full Name: Magnus John Pariah.
Nickname(s): Maggi (but don’t ever call him that).
Marital Status: Single.
Hair: Creamy blonde. Lies sort of like waves over his head.
Eyes: Bright red. Very sharp and piercing. They glow when he’s angered or about to change forms.
Origin: Born and raised at Hyacinth Estate, a large manor house in the countryside. Studied at Larkspar Academy for Boys with the intention of going on to be a music teacher like his father.
Language: Speaks primarily in English. Does know a little Latin, but prefers not to use it.
Blood Type: B-
Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: 154lbs. Has a slightly skinnier version of the mesomorph body type and a handsome face, but there’s a nasty scar above his heart that looks like a bunch of black, spidery cracks on the skin.
Race/Species: Half Demon. Most of the time he looks perfectly human, but he can change at will into his demon form. In that form, he has razor sharp teeth and claws, ragged bat-like wings and a mass of writhing tentacles extending from his back.
Mother: Eloise Pariah. A stay-at-home mother. She’s very kind but also frail. She enjoys sitting in the gardens with a mug of tea, listening to the birds.
Father: James Pariah. A music teacher at Larkspar Academy for Boys, specialising in the piano. Nerds out over his favourite composers and cracks bad jokes.
Siblings: Marco Pariah (younger brother)
Enemies: Rumours abound about him in the nearby town of Estleford. He is no longer welcome there.
Beliefs/Religion: Used to be an atheist like his parents, but after certain events he lost all faith and no longer believes in anything.
Career/Past Career: Had a brief stint as a library assistant in his hometown of Grey Willow Creek whilst studying for his teaching career. Is currently unemployed.
Dreams/Life Goals: To get back the woman he loved. Nothing else matters.
Hobbies: Playing the piano, listening to classical music on his gramophone and reading.
Likes: Very little, aside from the aforementioned piano and drinking copious amounts of red wine. There is a certain kind of buzz that comes from killing people, however.
Loves: Again, the piano. It’s his most prized possession and nobody may touch it but him.
Dislikes: Loud people – the kind who seem to be in love with the sound of their voice. Also anything to do with romance, as it’s too painful. Hugs and kisses? No thanks.
Loathes: Enya. At least, he loathes the way she is now. She’s a constant reminder of the woman who stole his heart. A constant reminder of his failure in bringing her back.
Fears: His deepest fear is loneliness. Which is why, despite how much he hates her, he won’t get rid of Enya. He won’t speak to or see his parents out of concern for their safety, so Enya is all he’s got.
Strengths: His demon form. Strength-wise, it’s about the only thing he’s got going for him.
Weaknesses: Physically he’s not very strong. He has an intimidating aura, but he’s not foolish enough to think that that alone will protect him. He’s also hopeless with technology. He can’t work mobile phones or computers, so prefers to work with pen and paper. Also he's blind as a bat without his glasses.
Good Qualities: Still cares for his parents. And he has a well-mannered, gentlemanly way of speaking. He’s a stickler for etiquette.
Bad Qualities: He kills people.
Turn Ons: Is a sadomasochist. He gets off on being tied to the bed and then physically beaten.
Turn Offs: Bad manners and scruffy appearances (like clothes/hair etc.). Also swearing.
Normal Talents: Has played the piano so much that he can play a few certain tunes without sheet music and with his eyes closed.
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: His demon form. He can fly in that form, and use his tentacles to stab things or pick things up. They basically function like extra (more powerful) arms. He also has the ability to manipulate the weather (or make it rain, at least) and toy with the memories of others to a small extent. He can make you forget you were ever going anywhere, and he can make you forget where you came from.
Cantankerous would be the best and shortest way to describe him. On the outside he appears as a perfectly well-mannered gentleman. His charming smile and handsome looks are able to win over even the most difficult of people and he’s all too willing to help weary travellers in need of a room for the night. Get past all that, however, and you’ll discover this friendliness is a mere façade, and the real Pariah is far, far from kind. Cold, calculating and cruel would be better words for him.
There are days when his temper is uncontrollable and he’ll lash out at both anything and anyone. Then there are days when he’s almost lethargic in appearance, wallowing in silence with a glass of red wine in his study, or playing depressing tunes on his piano. These are the days when it’s safest to be around him.
He was born as the first child of Eloise and James Pariah, a wealthy couple who owned a grand estate near the quiet but well off town of Grey Willow Creek. He led a perfectly happy and normal life and on his 25th birthday, during a party which most of the neighbourhood attended, he met the girl of his dreams in petite, blonde haired Enya Cassidy.
The two instantly hit off and fell madly in love and, one year later, they were engaged to be married. And it was at this happiest of times that everything fell apart. Enya fell ill. Though it was mild at first, her symptoms soon worsened and she was rushed into hospital where the diagnosis was grim. Stress and worry started to make Pariah sick too, so he took to the bar and made a new friend in alcohol, often drinking himself into a stupor just to escape it all.
It was while he was at this bar one night that he received a heart-breaking phone call. Enya would not last the night and wished to say goodbye. Pariah arrived at the hospital just in time to fulfil her request. Taking his hand in her own she thanked him for all the wonderful times they’d shared, promised she'd love him forever and then quietly passed away.
Pariah fell into a deep, dark pit of despair after that. He shunned family and friends, barely ate or drank, and gradually began to fade into a mere shell of a man. And then, one day, he emerged from his room and announced to his family he was moving. He’d bought a rather gloomy mansion in the hills, far from anyone. His parents protested but there was no stopping him and he left only a couple days afterward.
What they didn’t realise is that he took Enya with him.
All that time he’d shut himself away he had obsessed over getting her back, and now he believed he had a way of making it happen. Driven mad with grief, he turned to dark magic and initiated a ritual for returning the dead to life. Unfortunately something went wrong, and though Enya did indeed return she was nothing more than a grey skinned, blank eyed vegetable, devoid of her soul and any thought or feeling. Her voice was as monotonous as a robot, her free will gone.
Caught in the backlash of out of control black magic, Pariah also suffered changes. His, however, were far more demonic. Red eyed, his fingers bent like claws, teeth razor sharp like a shark and large bat-like wings protruding from his back, he was now a monster with an insatiable appetite for blood and souls. He committed his first murder that night – striking down a hiker walking past his home.
Now, in the present day, Pariah has learned to shift between his human and demon forms, though he is unable to hide the red of his eyes. Enya is his pretty little puppet, working as a maid and welcoming weary travellers to the mansion with the promise of a free room for the night. By morning, a storm has always come around, forcing them to stay another night. And by the second morning they have forgotten they were even going anywhere.
It varies how long Pariah will toy with them, but eventually he claims their souls for himself, turning them into permanent residents of his home. He has lost all contact with his family and former friends and in private he is viciously cruel to Enya, both physically and emotionally, because he dearly misses the girl she once was and loathes the creature she has become.
She never screams or cries (she is incapable of that) and the residents never question it when a new bruise or wound appears on her ghastly flesh. Because, despite no longer having a soul, they are different in that they can still feel pain.
And nobody wants to feel the wrath of Lord Pariah.