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@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

Name: Samaeal Kundackii
Aliases: Slick, Smiley, Sammy, Sammie, Sammie-O, S.K., Pet…
Gender: He's definitely cis-male…
Sexuality: The gayest, fight me…
Age: Biologically 18, Chronologically 231, Psycholofically 110…
Species: Familiar Demon, S-Class…
Background: Crawled his way out of Hell as a whelp, took many masters, remains masterless since 2006…
Personality -
Suppressed Form: In his suppressed form, he pretends to be vain, but anyone who isn't an idiot csn see that he reallyis insecure and hates himself quite a lot. He is so socially awkward that he's actually cool. He is a very ice-cold character, frigid-blooded, so to speak, caring little about whst most think. He has a desire to please those he deems worthy. Another thing about Samaeal is that he is rather sophisticated, and manipulative, and often mischieviously playful. He rarely smiles, except in a mocking or playful leer.
True-Form: He retains his simpering-but-actually-hates-himself qualities, but only to an extent. Hot-headed, yet cold-blooded, he trades in his manipulative sophistication for savage brutality, becoming much more masochistic and sadistic, and waaay more morbid, and relies more on instinct thsn emotion or thought.
Appearance -
Suppressed Form: Samaeal is actually rather tall, at around maybe 6'2" or so in stature. He is fit, being lean, trim, and in-shape. He has thick, neatly ruffled (in a cool way) black hair, narrow blue-purple eyes, a patrician nose, and a strong jawline, with a neat stubble sometimes. He has a colorful butterfly tattoo on the nape of his neck. He also has smsll, sharp little black horns that sometimes blend in with his hair. Also has black nails, and a very long, lean, whiplike tail with a devilish, narrow spade-tip end.
True Form: Standing at a bit over 7', weighing in at a bit over 240 lb, he appears as the "Devil" in Salem did (look it up), as an upright doglike form, with his usual horns becoming longer, with a slight twist, and his devilish tail becoming longer, more whiplike. He is blackish turquoise with burgundy tinge.
Talents: In his suppressed form, he's a good cook, a great cleaner, and can play videogames very well.
Flaws: Has a streak of not being able to save his masters, hates himself way too much for no reason, a bad liar, ironically.
Powers: In his suppressed form, he has superhuman strength, stamina, agility, speed, durability and a healing factor, he has some very slightly canine powers such as superhuman sense of smell and hearing. In his true form, his physical prowess is almost doubled, his senses skyrocket, and he gains the ability to generate and reabsorb extra limbs.
Other: Often weilds a katana with a long blade thst has a dragon etched on it. Often wears a cool denim shirt.

@basil_

oh sorry about the age thing

Yeah he can just read minds so basically if I feeling or thought is prominent and you're near by it'll just pass through his mind.

@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

Samaeal drove up to the café, his Nissan gliding into the closest space he could find.
"Jerry-Fletcher's." He read off the sign.
Ever since he'd moved to Beacon two weeks ago, he'd been recommended this place.
He scoffed as he saw his reflection in the side-mirror.
Monster. He thought, making his way to the café. He adjusted his beanie, which was hiding his horns. He tightened his tsil around his leg under his pants.
Humans don't like monsters such as yourself. He scorned.
A bell rang as he walked in. The place was almost empty despite all the recommendations he'd gotten.
"One cappuccino." He ordered. "A brownie too."
The cashier nodded, abd he took a seat, waiting.

@basil_

Grayson watched the guy walk in and order, taking in the shape of his face and eyes, the way his mouth moved when he spoke. His finger traced carelessly over the table like he was drawing as he watched him.

@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

Samaeal spotted a person staring at him. A short, thin guy, with thick black hair and grey eyes, rather small.
He winked one violet eye at him, cracking his cheeky, mischievous, devilish smile.
"Hello, how are you?" He asked, a light East London accent bouncing off his tongue.