[~Zacharie~]

Name: Ignus
Age: 19
Looks: is slightly short, has tan skin, piercing green eyes, and hair the color of flame. Missing an arm
Wears. A deep green shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a deep grey cloak
Personality: a bit stern, can be manipulated, a bit harsh. Deep down really sweet
Other: is a demon

Ignus had of course been wandering a wasteland. The earth having been wasted long ago. People had died from a disease. And demons surprisingly still walked. Most regular humans who didn't die from the disease are hunting him and anyone else who's a demon. He looked to the side, frowning a bit as he heard a noise. Always a bit wary on things. Running a hand through his hair with his right hand, his only hand. Jumping back as he felt something slam into him. Tumbling to the ground, he growled and found himself face to face with a demon that seemed much of a upper class than he did. And this one seemed hungry. Even though he wasn't a hunter. "Can't you get your arse off?" He snarled. Baring his fangs at him.

((Upper class demon needed, stronger probably, personality and looks is up to you))