Baz

Name: Baz Sanguine

Species/Race: Imp (Demon)

Age; N/A

Occupation: Business representative for Dante Inc.

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-Physical Aspects-

• Very small; about three feet in high, normally
• Heavy Mississippi drawl (Ex: Here)
• Seems to be a bit unstable when in motion; twitches and jerks when idle
• His arms are extremely long in comparison to his extremely short legs, so he uses his hands to walk around
• Has a mask which is always strapped to his face, unable to be removed
• His mouth is on his backside, with an extremely long tongue that gets mistaken for a tail
• His eyes aren't able to be clearly seen, but his pupils can be seen darting inside the mask
• Hands and horns are a pale ivory
• Seems to be wearing a fitted suit, but it is actually just his skin made to look like a suit

-Mental Aspects-

• Quick to anger and quick to bring it to physical confrontation
• Complete devotion to the cause of Dante Inc.
• Manipulative and sickly saccharine 
• Quick to defend demons, but oftentimes ends up proving the point he is fighting against
• Obsessed with self-betterment and self-improvement at any cost
• Heavy alcoholic
• Stressed at situations where he has a lack of control
• More bark than he is bite
• Extremely motivated and self-sufficient
• Worried about how he is perceived behind closed doors

-Talents and Abilities-

• He can grow in size and strength when he is angry. The upper limits of such continue to grow
• When angry, he also can grow more fingers, appendages, claws, etc
• Expert haggler, negotiator, mediator, and deal-crafter
• He has a demonic aura that naturally instills a feeling of dread and nervousness to non-demons around him. The severity and radius grows the angrier Baz gets

-Likes-

• Dante Inc.
• Himself
• Old country music
• Alcohol
• Warm Weather
• Making a deal
• His best friend, Doldrum
  
  

-Dislikes-

• Spriggans, with a special grudge against Leif
• Most of Omni Ltd.
• Losing control of a situation
• Unpredictability
• People mentioning his size

On the commute to a little town of high magical magnitude, a diminutive figure sat in the back of a grimy taxi, thinking about everything that had led up to this point. He honed in on all the changes brought by the Sunder

Ever since Ms. Ferral and Ms. Elise had set up their companies (Dante Inc. and Omni LTD, respectively) things had been leaps and bounds different than they ever had been.

Souls were no longer the currency of trade, instead of focusing on material exchange. Magic was quickly becoming a public good, with the common man being able to wield immense power. Even the sworn enemies of his kind, the angels, had been reduced to unpleasant acquaintances.
 
However, what he focused on personally was the change in the status quo.

Back in the days of old, where warlocks and witches would spend their life trying to summon figures from the dark, an imp like him would be lucky to be a familiar. They were considered peons at best and a nuisance at worst. They were constantly overshadowed and overlooked, put down by even other demons.

Oh, but how the times have changed. Now he, an imp of barely three feet, bossed around the same people who pushed him down before. He was their ruler, their leader, their end all and be all. This position and power came at a price, of course. He had to work hard to get where he is now. It took blood, sweat, and tears; most of which were not his own

As the taxi pulled up to the gates of the tiny community, the driver nervously watching the tiny monstrosity shamble restlessly in the back seat, the imp thought once again of all the changes...

And quickly solidified in his mind that his newfound power wasn't going to be taken away from him any time soon.

With a twitchy motion, the demon paid the taxi driver and stepped out onto the road leading into town, suitcases being held in place between his knees.

"Get ready, Ebonvale", the imp drawled out. "I'm going to turn you into a gold mine."