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Vinculumist
Name: Morris Day
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and lanky with platinum blond hair and sky blue eyes. He is often found in a long overcoat held tight with belts and buckles across his chest and one across his waist which holds a sabre when he is able to get away with that. Underneath the coat is a pure white long sleeved shirt and a pair of pants held by suspenders the whole outfit finished by a pair of round glasses, black dress boots, and often a wide brimmed plumed hat.
His tattoo is on the middle of his back and is a closed fist.
Skills: He is a relatively smooth talker and knows how to get out of trouble without violence, but failing that he is a partially experienced boxer and fencer and his size often helps him in this.
Backstory: There were kingdoms before the dark kingdom and within them noblemen who had their own personal control in their own feifs. Little squabblers leading knights who watched serfs and so on down the hierarchy, no one important. This was Mr. Day's life before the war. A living made of ease, meeting and schmoozing other nobles, thinking of some new trade agreement or marriage he might find himself in to expand his family's power this generation. Idle thoughts from a man who's mind was often occupied with the larger picture and his part in it. When the Dark Kingdom began to grow his patron king was one of the first to resist it, they had no idea of what they were up against. The Dark King decided to make an example of their lands, crushing the nobility, the hierarchy, the order and every plan that Morris could have had for his future. And just to spite him he let him keep his life, forced him into the mass squabble of commoners he once ruled over. Outcast in all forms.

He seethed on the inside at everything, his old king, the failure of his own knights, the failure of his house to break away when they had the chance. But most of all the Dark King himself, who broke his small monotonous hedonism and turned his world to shit. No one of this earth was willing to fight him though, his petty attempts at revolution ending in failure and often pushing him ever closer to the coffin that he was spared from.

And he almost just ended it for the sake of quitting the cruel joke that his life had become, but could not. His hate was too strong to leave, and he would have his revolution. Even if he had to do it himself. So he found a friend not of this earth and opened a contract with someone he had read about in a few books.
Personality: Charming, cool, but with a short temper. He still has faint traces of his old life in him which makes him tend to expect to get what he wants when he wants it. Though he has been tempered by life below to not expect it to come easily or cheap. He is also a bit of a bastard, entirely willing to use underhanded tricks to get ahead. He'd rather betray the world than let it betray him once again.

Demon
Name: Chernobog
Gender: Male
Appearance: Looks like a pale gaunt man clad in a tightly fitted black robe that seems to be made of a material that specifically clings to his bony structure. He wears a round bulbous hat and has empty jet black eyes. He has a large sharp toothed grin and sharp fingernails that extend off his long thin fingers. He seems to lack ears and his voice is smooth but menacing.
Personality: Chernobog is mischievous and easily amused, often not caring of the consequences of his actions until after. And if he is thinking about them beforehand it can on occasion be worse as he enjoys being a part of a good story a bit more than he might enjoy safety.

Stats
Speed: 5
Strength: 5
Endurance: 5
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