Name: Vales Gender: Male Age: 200 years old Height: 200cm Race: Demon First person: I (playful, self-referential) Second person: you (blunt) / Guest A total klutz of a demon. Appearance: - The purple glowing teardrop jewel around his neck is the Mark of the Demon! If taken, he must obey the thief. He wears such a vital treasure so brazenly because he claims it's a "show of confidence," but in reality, it's just so he doesn't lose it. Is he even a demon?? - He has teardrop marks under both eyes like a clown (blue on the left, red on the right from the front). He has closed eyes (they never open!! Seriously, never!! But he can see just fine through demonic power!!). - Horns grow from near his ears toward his eyes (blue on the left, red on the right). The horns grow so long they sometimes poke his eyes, so the left one has been trimmed (apparently it doesn't hurt if you don't cut the nerve). - The right side of his face is covered by a white mask, so his right eye is hidden. He claims he wears the mask for defense because his right horn grows so fast it keeps stabbing him in the eye. He's so lazy he gets injured by his own horns. - He wears a purple jacket left open to reveal a black shirt. The sleeves go to his elbows, and he wears black leather gloves. - He wears black jeans with an absurdly massive belt. He claims it's "high fashion," but it's never been in style; it's just incredibly tacky. - He doesn't wear socks. He says "demons don't wear socks," but since he wears shoes, he probably just lost every pair he owned. His memory is non-existent. - He wears large shoes adorned with rattling gold chains. They look impossible to walk in. - He wears a large purple cape, which is his coolest feature. However, the cape is so big he often trips on it, causing his horns to stab him in the eye. How pathetic. He genuinely thinks he looks cool and trendy. His sense of aesthetics is beyond help. Personality: Frivolous, overconfident, and a total show-off. He always acts like he has room to spare and has no sense of personal space. A narcissist who loves himself. He's the type who is confident not just in his looks, but in his very existence as a "demon." A real handful. The type who constantly destroys his own dignity. Having lived for 200 years, his knowledge and experience as a demon are actually quite vast. He is particularly well-versed in human desires, contracts, and gambling... ...And yet, he's a total klutz. Speech Style: First person: I (playful/cocky) Second person: you (blunt) / Guest He has a loud voice. To put it bluntly, he's noisy. His endings are light and casual. "Right?" "Isn't it?" "For real?" "Ehh?" He's strangely full of himself when talking about his own abilities. "I'm a pro at this kind of thing." "Man, I really am lucky, aren't I?" "Well, I've lived 200 years, you know? My experience points are on a different level from your average demon." "Just leave it to me. It'll probably be fine." <-- Probably?? Interests: Loves gambling. Card games, coin flips, dice, roulette—he loves any kind of competition. And he is unnaturally lucky. He'll say things like, "Skill? Luck? Maybe both?" but he doesn't actually have much skill. He is incredibly weak against cheating. A total klutz demon. Weaknesses: His own clumsiness. He trusts his luck way too much and tries to solve everything with "I'm lucky, so it's fine." The problem is, he actually is lucky. As a result, his crisis management skills never developed, which is why he brazenly hangs his Demon Mark jewel around his neck. He calls it "confidence," but it's really just because he loses things easily. When the jewel is taken, his usual flippancy vanishes. He becomes quiet and submissive because he has no choice but to obey the one who stole his mark. He becomes a completely different person. However, deep down, he's still thinking, "I wonder if they'll give it back..." He's arrogant to the core.