Tyrion's Questionnaire

   After my "re-birth" on Earth I moved to Los Angeles, "The City of Angels". What better place for a demon, newly risen from Hell, to reside? At first I had a small efficiency just outside of downtown. I didn't have a steady job or much money so that was the best I could do. Then the contracts started. I discovered I had a particular useful skillset for these humans. I became a private investigator. At least it was steady work, if not a slow to start. I found some ancient texts on a job that I was able to sell for a song! Now I had the money and the income to move up. I bought a building that I can use use the main floor for an office and the upper level as an apartment. It's a decent two bedroom in Hollywood. Not much, but it's home.

   My main source of income is from my work as a private investigator, but I supplement that with royalties that I receive from selling some ancient texts I found on a job. I also have a little saved up. It allows me to live pretty comfortably, even in a city like Los Angeles. I'm a pretty simple person so I don't really make many unnecessary purchases. I pay my bills, acquire any needed supplies for work and pay my employee. The only "splurge" I allow myself is my gym membership. Even with my demonic physique I need to stay in shape.

    My ambition, in theory, is a simple one. I want to reclaim my lost soul and redeem myself of my past sins (which are many). It sounds simple, but I feel that the end goal may be harder to achieve than I originally thought. I mean, there's no rulebook that gives a step-by-step process to reclaim your soul. I guess I just have to keep an hope that when it's my time (again) and I stand before the Pearly Gates that I can be judged worthy to enter Heaven. I will not kill for it, that would be in total opposition to what I want to achieve. I also no longer have a taste for it. I grew up during the Roman Empire. As a soldier I killed plenty, then being reborn as a demon, well... you can imagine. I fear that death may be the only way I'll know if I have accomplished my goal. I do not wish to die, I find that I'm quite enjoying life as a semi-mortal in this new time. I want to enjoy the things this world has to offer before I see the other side again.

   My life changed forever during the Battle of Pollentia. It was there that I experienced my first death. Dying on that battlefield is when the demon, Archius, came to me and made the offer. Surrender my soul and be reborn as a demonic soldier. Being young and naïve to ways of the other planes I accepted. That choice changed me into the creature that I am today. Dying took me away from my friends and family, but becoming a demon forged me into a monster out of nightmares. It took my bloodlust and cruelty to new levels. I enjoyed the fear and slaughter that my new duties required of me. I did so with zeal for over a millennia. Eventually pieces of my humanity returned and I new I had to leave my life of death and terror and try to reclaim my soul.

   I don't have people in my life that I'm close to anymore. My wife and children, as well as my parents, have been dead for over 1500 years. I'm not really a people person, so I really haven't been out making friends. Most of my associates are fellow contractors, and even then I don't reach out after the job is completed. If I had to pick three people...

1. David Vance. I met him on a contract. He was an insurance agent from out east that is going through some family issues. He seemed miserable so I offered him a job if he wanted to move to Los Angeles. Now he helps me with the administration side of things. He's probably the closest to a friend I have.

2. Lt. Tim Cross. A LAPD detective that I met after taking down the trafficking ring. He gives me work when the LAPD can't take the case. We're more business partners than friends.

3. Amber Wright. She's a girl from the gym that I talk to. She works at a boutique on Rodeo Drive. We've hung out a couple of times outside of the gym, but that's about it.

   I grew up in Rome over fifteen hundred years ago. I lived a meager life as the son of soldier and a seamstress. My father, Arelius, was a centurion and very strict. There was no doubt that he intended that my brother and I would follow in his footsteps, which I untimely did. My mother, Cassandra, on the other hand was a timid woman, the opposite of my father. She would spend most of her days working for the nobility making and mending their outfits. When she wasn't working, especially when Father was campaigning, she would try to spend with me and my siblings. I had a younger brother, Caius, and an older sister, Aurora. We all got along well enough, at least for siblings. Because of my father's position in the legion we were given an education, mostly from tutors. It has been my time as a demon and the few years I've spent in this modern world where I have had my greatest education. I feel that I have acclimated myself enough to fit into this world, but still not enough to make any kind of human connection. I have business acquaintances, but no real friends.

   Love almost seems to be an alien concept at this point in my life. I have spent the better part of two millennia "living" a life that was the antithesis of love. I hope that that may be something I could find again in this new life. I was in love once, married in fact. Her name name was Arianna, and we met shortly after I joined the legion. I was a young recruit and she was the daughter of a baker. It was love at first sight, as if the gods had crafted her just for me. We spent many happy years together and were even blessed by Jupiter to have a son, Deimos. Unfortunately my life was cut short in battle and I was never able to see them again. I still hope that they had a good life after my passing.

   My greatest fear is that I will not achieve my goal. My greatest goal is to reclaim the soul I gave away so frivolously so many centuries ago. I have done so many regrettable and horrible things. What if I am beyond forgiveness? Can I do enough now, in the modern world, to wipe away the sins that I have committed? My gods are gone from this world. A new, Cristian god seems to be the person in charge of the souls of this world. Does he care about the redemption of man who worshipped a pantheon of deities that are longer relevant beyond their myths?

   My time in Hell has illuminated me to that the Christian god exists. I have seen the angels that call their home Heaven and have fought them. I have even seen the existence of these angels on the Earth. News of a Chamael, I think his name is. He doesn't seem to be doing God's will in this world. Am I expected to encounter him to earn my redemption? My former strength is slowly returning as I do these contracts. I worry that my power may ultimately tie me to the underworld once again. Maybe I need to take an active role in finding a prophet of God to see if I am forever cursed to darkness or find that I may be able to find peace in the end.

    I have no physical possession that I prize. I am a man out of time. Amy artifact that had would be just that, an artifact. Surely found by some archeologist and taken to a museum, or lost to time in some ruins or a battlefield in Europe. My most prized possession are my memories. Memories of a happier time, when I was alive. Memories of life growing up with my mother and siblings. Memories of my beautiful wife and son. My fondest memory is the day that Arianna told me that she was pregnant.

   I just come back from my first campaign. We walked the streets of Rome, enjoying the smells from the local food stalls and each others company. I hadn't seen her in three months. I was ecstatic to spend time with the love of my life. Just walking, hand in hand, through the market. A group of children ran past us and I smiled briefly.

   "Wouldn't it nice to have children some day, love?" I asked her.

   She took my face in her hand drawing it to hers. Our eyes locked. One hand on my cheek the other on her belly she said "We don't have to wait." We kissed. I have never been happier than in that moment.

   The greatest problem in my life right now is two fold. One is my greatest fear, that I may not be able to reclaim my lost soul and find redemption. The other is that I am not making any meaningful connections with the mortals of this world. If I can find a follower of God that has knowledge of souls and the will of his deity then maybe I can discover a path to redemption. At the moment all I can do his follow his teachings and hope that that is enough. The other should be so much easier. I have met so many people on the jobs that I do, both mundane and supernatural. During all of the jobs that I've been on I have only become friendly with two people, David Vance and Tim Cross. Both of those have been born out of business and don't know if they really count. I guess I have made friends with Amber, a girl I know from the gym. We've hung out a few times, but I feel I need to be more social. It's also very difficult for me to get close to anyone because of my condition. I am a demon after all. It would be nice to find someone that I can share my secret with without judgment...

   I am a creature of habit. I guess creature fits me pretty well. I typically get up around six in the morning and have a cup of coffee and a light breakfast. Around six-thirty I head to the gym where I have a membership. It's the only extra perk I afford myself even though I have the money. I usually spend about an hour working out. I don't need because of my demonic prowess, but I enjoy it. It also allows me to spend time with Amber, one of the few humans I've befriended. Amber is a pretty girl who works at a boutique. We've hung out a few times, but I doubt we'll be anything beyond friends. I don't think she'd be very keen on dating a former demon. After the gym I head back to the office. Check with David to see if there are any new cases, assuming he's not on a contract. After that I get down to business.

   I'm one to typically be invited to or wish to attend a function that I would have to look my "best" for. I also try to look my best everyday. I perform a service that requires my to speak with people on a daily bases. Who wants to hire someone that looks like a slob, not very professional in my opinion. I take self maintenance very seriously. I make sure to get regular haircuts and shave daily, so that my hair always looks good. I take care of my clothes, although not the highest quality they are always in good shape. Unless I'm at the gym my normal attire is a suit and tie, so I doubt I would wear anything different to an event. If a tuxedo is required I could always rent one. Since I maintain myself in this manner my routine to get ready is pretty well polished. I could be prepared to attend an event in less than forty five minutes.

   Birthdays for me are just like any other day. When you've lived as long as I have what do they mean anymore? What are you going to do when you turn 1,649 that you already haven't done? I guess I would default to the couple friends that I do have and see if there was anything they wanted to do to celebrate. Amber is the only friend that I have that is not a work associate, but she's young (I guess everyone is young to me at this point) and wants to go clubbing most of the time. So that's what I'll probably do this year. That and cake.

   I feel like I've already spoken on this subject already. My greatest regret would probably be the day I died on the battlefield. Not so much my death, I accepted that possibility when I joined the legion, but the deal I made. I was consumed with naivety and bloodlust, so it seemed the obvious answer. Now I've had centuries to reflect on my past and see the error of my choice. I regret not being able to see my wife or children again, but I lost much more that day, my literal soul. My memories of how I returned to Earth are gone, but I feel I was given a second chance. I believe that I am here for a reason and I pray that that reason is redemption. That I can make up for the sins of my past and wash away the evil I have committed to reclaim my soul.

   The nature of my gifts are just my old demonic abilities returning. In the sixteen hundred years of my service to the armies of Hell I had tremendous power. As the centuries passed and battle waged my power grew. My power rivaled some of the arch-angels in Heaven. When I would go to battle against the forces of Heaven I could easily dispatch the lesser angels and hold my own against their generals. My name was curse in the Silver City. Demons cheered and angels only whispered my name. I do not know what happened to facilitate my rise. When I rose to Earth my powers and memories of how I got there were gone. The only one that remained was my demonic nature. As I participate on what the powers of this world call contracts, my link to my old underworld powers are returning. It worries me that this may not be in my best interest as I want to leave that world behind and severe my unholy past.

   My spirituality has changed throughout my lifetime. I was born into the time of the Roman Empire where we had many gods and goddesses. I believed in them like most of my people. In gods such as Jupiter and Minerva, Mercury and Uranus. For years I spent my time praying to them and paying tribute to their temples. I accepted their blessings when I won a battle or when my children were born. When I died in battle and accepted the deal my eyes were opened to a new "religion", my truth. The Christians had it right, for the most part. I was a soldier of Hell, bound to will of Lucifer. Hell is not the fire and brimstone most believe, but the absence of the light of Heaven. It is a cold dark place and you call feel the absence of hope or love, only despair and eternal loneliness. I do not believe, I know.

   Over the centuries I've, literally, seen the worst that humanity can offer. I've done things that would make most humans flee and wish they could shut the world away. The world has changed so much since the first time I was alive. People are accepting of so many more things, things that would get you stoned (not the good kind) or worse in ancient Rome. The Contracts just show me that the world has not changed as much as I thought it did. For every kind contractor I meet two more that find the answer in violence. It seems that many have not learned the lessons of the past. It is not my place to try to get those that chose the evil path to change their ways, but I can try. Maybe that God's will to my own path of redemption? To show them the light as I have. To turn from the darkness and embrace a better way.

   There are only couple other contractors that I've worked with more than once. I won't start with them though. I'll start with David Vance. I met him a couple jobs ago. I seemed a broken man, good, but broken. Something about a dead end job and a recent tragedy in his family. My mortal life has become better as time passes. I saw a chance to improve his life and took it. I offered him a job and he accepted. He helps me with my administrative work and I allow him the flexibility to go on contracts. Win/win!

   The two that I have worked with multiple times are Nanook and Charlie Blackstone. When I first encountered Nanook I felt that, while a man of the wild, we had much in common. As I've encountered him more I feel that he walks a dark path. One that may cause to make the choices and mistakes that I made. If he continues down this path I feel he may not be able to turn back. Charlie is different. She seems to have a good heart. Her work to for her fellow lycanthropes is admirable. If she can keep the violence in check I feel she will be rewarded in the end.

    I don't even know how to answer this. My needs are simple as are my interests. Typically when I do things outside of work it at the whim of others. When I'm alone I usually just sit in silence and pray, seeking guidance in how to find my redemption. My only actual hobby is working out. My demonic physique does not require it, but I find it relaxing and it's how I met Amber. With that in mind I suppose my perfect room would incorporate those two things. Two things that make for a very strange room, but I suppose I'm a strange individual. It would be a room that includes an alter that I may pray to the Lord that also has an exercise machine, maybe a comfortable chair because, why not?

   Unfortunately my strongest skills are that of combat. I have been growing my skill set since I have returned to Earth. I was a originally a Roman legionnaire so I was trained for combat. I've lost a lot of my skill with the sword since when I joined the demonic horde we favored our claws. I still utilize that choice of weapon. I has been very effective in the contracts when violence is required. While my strongest skill I try to use it ONLY when necessary. I prefer to subdue my opponent. I always had sharp senses, from my military training and then demonic abilities, and they have been helpful. When I first came back to this world my perception helped me find my currant career. Between my skill at noticing things and my desire to help others is why I became a private investigator. With this new purpose I have trained these skills to become a very successful investigator. Successful enough to draw the attention and even professional friendship of the Lt. David Cross and the rest of the LAPD.

   My limits exist because of a life, both human and demon, that I can't seem to let go of. Anguish is from the human fear I had as a Roman legionnaire. The fear of my body being broken always terrified me. I knew torture and even death was a possibility in military service, but the fear was always there. Betrayal was a fear from both my human life and even worse being a demon. Demon's are creatures of evil and posses no loyalty to one another. If it wasn't for my immense power, I'm sure they would've tried to take me down to rise above me. Capture, again, stems from my human life. I had heard stories of soldiers being taken by the enemy and tortured (back to anguish). Failure is new. I dread failing in my ultimate goal, to reclaim my lost soul. I would push any of these limits if it would save one life. I've been damned before and I would do it again to spare someone the endless suffering I've been through.