Char's Questionnaire

I currently reside in the home of the Great, Diabolical, and dashing, Douglas Dee dress Frankfurt McCoy the Third.  Archimage of the Hidden School of Wizard Craft, in London, England.  I serve Doug and his family with whatever means available to me.

I was bound to Doug's family by Douglas the First in a ritual, as a lowly imp originally.  The terms at the time were so long as the first born male of the house hold had the first name Douglas, I was bound to their service.

I serve many rolls in the house.  I play the part of nanny, butler, house keeper, driver, and whatever else Doug can think of at the time.

Douglas is kind enough to grant me a poultry allowance each month for my various duties around the house hold, and for whatever other jobs he requires of me.  Douglas himself is a rather wealthy man.  He's made a fortune in just about any way you can make it.

It's also a family wealth thing too.  I like to think I've played some roll in the family's fortunes.  They do every so often ask me to dispatch of a troublesome individual from time to time, or to whisper into someone's ear about some nonsense.

Mortals can be so petty from time to time, can't they?

As good as the family has been to me, servicing them for the past three generations has gotten a bit tiresome.  While Douglas the Third is getting up there in age, at least by mortal standards, his son Douglas the Fourth has just had his first son, Douglas the Fifth. 

I am honored they think so highly of my services that they're keeping the name Douglas around for so long.  Sometimes a change of scenery is nice.  Maybe I'll have to find some new souls to exploit along the way.  Find a way too... Dispose of all the Douglases, including the youngest one.

Babies are just so cute now aren't they?  It would be a shame if some accidents where to happen to the poor thing.

The most defining moment would have to be when I signed the contract with Douglas the First.  I was summoned to this world to serve him and his family.  The deal was as follows:

(Clears throat.)

I, Char, willingly enters into the services of Douglas Dee dress Frankfurt McCoy and his family, for so long as his full name is passed down to the oldest, first born male of his family line.  My obligations are to follow the current head of the family's instructions and assist them with whatever tasks they do wish, if I am so capable of completing said task.

While in the service of the family, I will not bring harm to the current head of the family, or his first born son, for so long as I live.

Signed

Char 

Aside from the Dougs there's the children of Douglas the Third. Nick, Mariah, and Isaiah McCoy.  They're all grown up now, but I was basically a second father to them.  And I couldn't be more proud of them.

Mariah is actually the oldest child, but since she's a girl, she didn't get to inherit the name.  She was always sweet on me.  Said my bald head reminded her of a grape lollipop.  She grew up to be one of the finest pianist in London.

Nick was the third one to pop out.  He was by far the most competitive of the group.  He went on to join the football team for England and had always played well.

Then there's Isaiah.  He was a bit of a black sheep.  He shunned the family money, and traditions, something about us being a collection of heretics, and became a man of the cloth.  Not my preferred choice, but as long as he's happy.

Well, if you want to consider what my childhood was like, that's a simple matter.  Imagine lots of fire...yes good good, now add some brimstone...closer, now imagine it's hot all the time...now add in the wails of the dead and the damned, and some chains, whips, blades, claws, nashing teeth, and odors you would never want to smell...

That was my "childgood." I was formed in the hells, and when this mortal form kicks the bucket, that's where I'll return.  I didn't have parents, it was just pain, and petty squabbles for a thousand years.

Then I was summoned by Douglas the First, and made a deal.  Douglas the First taught me many things, such as sword play, manners, and how to be a decent person.  When Douglas the First passed on, my contract transferred to Douglas the Second.  He taught me about the joys of an Earthly existence.

My masters haven't really given me much of a chance to really explore love in detail.  It doesn't really help that my cold demon heart cares not about such things as love.  I can act, and put on a facade, but actual love... That's something currently out of my reach.  Love was beaten out of me over 1000 years ago in the hells.  Love there is a trap, and will quickly leave you in a bind.  All it takes is one other thing to learn about your relationship and use it against you, and that's if the relationship was even genuine to begin with.

Chars worse fear would have to be returning to hell.  Earth is, comparatively speaking, a really nice place.  Char spent his first two-hundred and fifty years as an administrative assistant filling out endless paperwork for many different reasons.  Everything from prisoner administration, and transfers to book keeping and civil infractions.  Punishments for even the smallest infractions where harsh, and rules and forms changed constantly 

After that it was being a prison guard for the residents of hell.  The screaming of tortured individuals never stopped.  While Char did get to indulge himself in the torture of damned souls, it did get boring after a few hundred years, and the penalties for failure were even harsher.

Souls would occasionally escape, and make their way to the surface/mortal world.  When a soul would escape back to the mortal world, it was always a mess, and cause a mountain of paperwork.

One day, Char happened upon a Help Wanted advertisement put up by a powerful human mage.  It had been a few centuries since such a posting had been made, so Char applied.  After filling out the many required forms, and seeing this as a potential change in scenery.  Thankfully, the mage wasn't looking for much.  Just someone to help around the house.