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Skyle has a minion!

Mephistopheles the Dhemon

Skyle

The

Spectrum Jollin
Owner:

Age: 3 years, 1 month, 3 days

Born: April 20th, 2010

Adopted: 3 years, 1 month, 3 days ago

Adopted: April 20th, 2010

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 12
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Rumour was, Ragnarök was to happen in due time... For a millennia, peace reigned on Midgard, a result of a truce formed at the end of a long-forgotten war. But that millennia had ended-- monsters started attacking, cities went under sieges, and it was no longer safe to travel at night.
In some places, it wasn't safe to travel at all.

Ten years back, there was a stir in the supernatural world. Someone, somewhere, had summoned otherwordly entities into Midgard. Demons, powerful spirits, even gods and deities. The Æsir intercepted this summoning, however, and placed a metaphysical barrier around Midgard: any and every being who intruded upon the realm would be deprived of much of their power, and the weaker ones were denied entry. All those who have been called were skewed from their course to rejoin their summoner, and were forced to seek refuge within the minds of mortals.

Mephistopheles was one such entity. The call had been an opportunity to get away from his present circumstances and have some fun without having anyone breathing down his neck. Since the whole Faust fiasco (for which all the blame had been placed on him), none of the higher ranking demons had regarded him with much sympathy or respect.

Latte, Mephisto's chosen host, was a person who knew how to have a good time. A thief, a trickster, a daredevil-- he was many things. Nothing seemed to scare him, anger was not a feeling he was familiar with, and very few things unsettled him. In his mind, "dangerous" was synonymous to "exciting", and he planned to live his life to the fullest.

It's near impossible to differentiate between the two. They both behaved in much the same way: selfish, impulsive devils who enjoy cheating death and tormenting people.

I would be the smartest man if I was invisible...
Oh wait... I already am~ !

[name] Evan Skyle
[nickname] Latte
[age] 24
[gender] Male
[race] Human
[mystic partner] Mephistopheles
[hair] Silvery white, shoulder-length, curls outwards at the tips
[eyecolor] Brown
[job] Stalker
[home town] Alberta
[sexuality] Bisexual
[status] One night stands are fun!

"So what happened after your parents died?" Michaelis asked. "All I heard was that the shop was closed down and you went to live with a relative."

Latte merely shrugged and drank some ale before he answered. "Does it matter?"

"You asked about the audition."

The rogue scowled at him. "I ran away two years later. I've lived on the streets ever since. That's all there is to it."

"What about your twin? And your younger sister?"

"Hell if I know. They could be dead for all I care."

"You and Affogato looked very close, though."

"That was the past. The past isn't important." His words were blunt and forceful. "I told myself I wouldn't look back."

Michaelis gave him a long, calculating look. The only time he had seen the guy so sullen was more than ten years ago, at his parents' funeral. Something must have happened, surely, to make him shy away from his childhood so vehemently. Though, regardless of the reason why Latte was ill at ease with the subject, he found it oddly reassuring. At least something unsettled the guy.

He sighed dramatically. "Such a shame. Your parents owned the best coffee shop in all of Rune-Midgard. Now all their brewing secrets will have been lost forever."

"Don't be ridiculous." Latte's customary arrogance returned, and he grinned. "I can still make the best goshdarn coffee you'll ever taste."

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