{Name} Padlock {Nicknames they go by} Lock, LC, CL {Age} Possibly Thousands of years {Age he looks} Mid Twenties {Gender} Male {Race} Demon {Height} 6’3” {Weight} 130 lbs {Weapon} Heavy Duty (His Custom Hammer) {Personality} Quiet, Cold, slightly stuck up and Indifferent to everything but his orders. On duty that is. Off duty, he is relaxed and laid back, taking time to drink tea to stall the inevitable stress ball explosion. The on Duty action is more of a cover for his Social awkwardness. Why make contact when it’s only going to embarrass you? Is familiar with sexual acts and practice but is confused when anyone wants to do it with him. His self image is slowly decaying despite all his flaunting. He falls hopelessly in love rather easily. He both hates it and loves it when he does. He has sentimental attachments to certain things, if these certain things are harmed it will also spark immediate rage and he’ll pass out after his rampage. He has a mild pyrotechnic phase going on. {Bio} Padlock had always been a lone traveler and thus kept to himself in the presence of others. His family is all but lost in time as even he doesn’t know where they are. When it comes to his duties in hell he is not one to sneeze at. He commits himself to finishing all his work on time and will give it his all for each assignment. Most other demons low to high speak in hushed whispers around him. No one knows who he is, where he came from, but they know he means business. The demon who could cause mini earthquakes with a strike of his hammer, who never talks to you or anyone else unless on duty. A stone cold solider.
In actuality he is tired of doing all of the same things and wishes for a better more relaxed life, at home all the stress from work and his life continues to manifest until he just up and snaps and breaks everything in his house. This happens about once every few weeks. He has an interest in humans, regarding them with a familiarity and maybe even a fondness. Over the long years of living on this hunk of rock, he knows he’s going soft.
{Misc} His rank is neither high nor low but somewhere in the middle, sure he is offered to rank up but he had long since lost the ambition to. He has a few fetishes that he rather not talk about (Cloths, bondage etc) He loves tea and collects a few rare varieties for self indulgent every now and then. Has a High Alcohol tolerance.
Lock: It's actually much more convenient and it's not like we made them go that way.We were all born as Demons, those Angels and sometimes the occasional human with destined names suited to choose our future object of Defense and Attack. It was from the wish of God and Satan that these things were meant to be, as the great ongoing battle between us Demons and those Wretched Angels would require some motive of attack with great force. Holy and unholy. Though much of the older ones, such as myself were to use non clothing objects for our use of weaponry, and in time we gained the knowledge to customize them to fit our needs. It is okay not to understand why these were meant to be, but it is and will continue to be a fact that some use clothing as weapons to aid in the everlasting war both sides are meant to continue, until eventually the Armageddon will determine which species will rule over the ruins of man Kind. U_U
Lock: I'm supposed to be investigating an incident that occurred here and find out as much information on its outcome. * shrugs* Work is work, what can you do?
(( omg im so sorry for this it just happened))