REYNOLDS, shaden

[Shaden Caesar Reynolds]

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I go by demon, and my time zone is eastern. I found this site by stumbling on it. You can contact me personal message.

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Shaden Caesar Reynolds.

AGE:

He is twenty-three, appearance wise. However, in reality he is sixty-nine years old.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight, though curious.

SPECIES:

Other. He was a hybrid (human mother, demon father) but got a reaper demon soul inside of him; fussed with his own.

NATIONALITY:

German, Italian, Russian.

OCCUPATION:

cloud nine (club) owner.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Shaden has a unique style. Relaxed with a sense of 'in the past'. He still feels like he's in the fifties and so, somewhat dresses like that, incorporated with that of modern day clothes... And 'goth', or grim reaper-related attire. Why? For his powers that he holds, he feels like a reaper. Anyways, his style is pretty weird, though it does vary from time to time. He wears very loose-fitting clothes, mainly shirts... Or none at all. He can just wear pants. The man has no shame at all. Fat, skinny, whatever – you're fine the way you are, in his mind. Unlike his brothers, Shaden's eyes are more of a gray-brown; reflecting that of his name almost: shade. His hair is brown; a little 'ombre' in there and depending on the lighting; his hair may seem lighter than usual or darker than normal/ His skin tone is tanned. He was sickly pale from being away from the sun and recluse-like for the longest time, but he escaped that life and entered the sun... And used his powers along with Tycho much more frequently. Oh, he stands six foot even steven and has teeth brighter than a freaking Mustang's brights in your eyes late at night.

CELEB CLAIM:

Ryan Cooper.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Shaden is well... A relaxed soul. But hell, he isn't a push-over at all. When he wants to be dominate, he will be. When he wants to be known, he will be. When he wants to be respected, he will be. When he wants to be alone, he will be. The man, despite his more calm and closed-off demeanor, is quite the stubborn soul. He's a relaxed man and more calm with things unlike his brothers. Things roll off of his shoulders a lot as well as in one ear and out the other - unless he deems it important, or a few choice words stick to him. Call him a 'hippie' if you will, and that's pretty dang close to what he is. He's for peace, he's peaceful - most of the time. He won't hesitate to backhand someone who sasses him or put his foot down and grow a backbone. He's one of the characters who are easy to get along with but once you mess up, trend with caution. Though he has good respect, he doesn't tolerate stupid-ness or disrespect much. Guess his father comes out there....

LIKES:

Being top dog. Peace. Equality. Freedom (religious and such). Getting paid. Being popular. Surf and turf meals (he loves shrimp with his chicken). Animals. Nature. His Kawasaki Ninja 300.

DISLIKES:

People who don't speak English and expect other people to do everything for them. Rough surfaces (sandpaper for one). Square cars or oddly shaped vehicles. Police. Punks. People demanding things of him. Being belittled. When someone has a bad experience at his club and thus gets a poor written review on it. Summer - too hot. Feet...

SECRETS:

What he has become is a huge secret for the man.

FEARS:

His father. "Spreading the wealth". Jellybeans (don't ask, shh).

DREAMS:

To somehow be normal... Or if not that, then to be immortal for some time; making a name for himself in some way.

STRENGTHS:

Independant. Withdrawn. Dominate when needed. Relaxed most of the time and thus, approachable. Intelligence.

WEAKNESSES:

Tycho. People he finds 'attractive'. His club (it i his baby after all). Once in a rage he is kind of oblivious and blind. Doesn't like sharing.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

I was born as the little child... And the last to the best of my knowledge. First was Lucian - four years older than Damien, then Damien - two years older than Tycho, then my best friend Tycho who is four years older than me, and finally me. We're all half-brothers... The same father but a different mother. My mother was named Rose... She was human, which made me a hybrid child. Nonetheless, I didn't care.

I was twenty, which made my siblings above twenty-four... We lived on our own but together in a sense. Father got us a 'nanny' if you will to make sure his 'pride and joy's' were being taken care of extremely well. My two eldest brothers thought it would be funny to trick the woman taking care of us. Tycho and I didn't partake in the activities. However, that didn't stop them from acting on theirs. They pulled a prank, which caused her to leave... And little did I know that later on that night, she was making a curse for all of us, even Tycho and I. Minnie was cursing us... Though little did she know we were all half-demons... So her spell or curse didn't fully work and we had control over this more or less...

It was late at night when she visited us. I answered the door and knowing who she was let her inside. She dropped something and the last thing I saw was some... I don't know if it was liquid or air, but it was coming up from the puddle that came out of the vial... That was really all I recall from that day. I woke up by the kitchen, feeling like I had the worst hangover ever. But... I felt more powerful, yet weak. It was the weirdest feeling ever. My brothers were 'off' as well and then Minnie was nowhere else to be found. Tycho and I stayed close together. Separate living conditions and such, but close enough. We were kind of the out-casts of the family so we stuck together.

Tycho and I stayed close throughout the years. I started to go to school to better myself, even if I thought it was a waste. I got two Bachelor degrees, one in accounting and one in business management. What could I say; I wanted to be the center of attention in an odd way; and what better way than that to have one of the hottest clubs in town? That's right; I own Cloud Nine in Essex, New Jersey - where I currently live. It took some years to build and get it perfect, but now it's the center of attention, which makes me the big cheese - the center of attention... At least, when I make myself known.

FAMILY LIFE:

Three older brothers; all alive.
Mother; dead.
Father; alive, somewhere.
He has a Great Pyrenees named Rambo.

OTHER:

He's chill, yo.

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