Paimon, aka Chris Hannon (Administrator)

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Paimon/Chris Hannon

Full Name: Paimon
Preferred Name or Nickname: He goes by Chris when he’s out and about.
Original/Canon: Original
Age: Appears 32. His actual age is unknown, but every time someone asks he picks a random number to reply with… then sometimes breaks their nose if he’s feeling testy.
Date of Birth: Host – July 28, 1977
Main Character Classification - (List): Demon
Character Type: Red-Eyed
Power(s):

• Enhanced strength
  
• Enhanced reflexes
  
• Telepathy – He can read the desires and thoughts of those he makes deals with. Works best when he’s summoned, since in summoning him his “client” is giving him permission to know his or her thoughts, which makes it a lot easier for him to do.
  
• Empathy – He can feel emotion, sense the emotions of others, and manipulate emotion. Works best when he’s summoned.
  
• Space/Time Manipulation – He can manipulate space and time while making deals to ensure he and his client aren’t interrupted, and he can manipulate time and space however he needs to in order to fulfill his end of a deal for his client. He can’t do this of his own accord for reasons other than listed above. He does have a boss to answer to.
  
• Spell Casting – He can cast spells and perform certain rituals.
  
• He can play any instrument he picks up… Not really a “power”, but it’s pretty nifty.

Sexuality: Straight, though it’s mostly irrelevant.
Side(Good, Evil, or Neutral): Evil. Definitely evil.
Hometown: Uh… Hell?
Current Residence: L.A., California/Wherever he’s summoned or sent.

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5’11”
Body Type: Muscular/Slender
Distinguishing Marks: A binding link tattooed on his inner-right wrist, which is usually hidden by a wrist-band, watch, or thick bracelet. His eyes are red, but tinted orange. No one knows why, but it makes him sort of distinguishable and he doesn’t like it. His eyes are a sensitive subject and he doesn’t react kindly to people asking about or commenting on them.
Tattoos and Piercings: Binding link mentioned above; several others, including:


This one, which wraps around his left forearm.


This one, which is on his right shoulder blade.


And this one on his upper right arm/shoulder.

He has many more, which I'll add as needed.
Vehicle (if you wish): Black Ferrari Enzo

Personal Style (write a short paragraph):

Paimon has a large variety of clothing, depending on what suits him at any particular moment. He’s very vain and will often change his clothes a few times a day if he feels like it. He’ll dress in anything from jeans and a t-shirt to leather pants and fancy suits. His style is either casual or over the top. There is no in-between. He also has several accessories he wears on a regular basis, but they’re not just for style. He wears armbands and bracelets to cover the binding link on his wrist. He also wears protective amulets that keep his host body from harm. This does not mean one can’t harm him like they would any other demon… It just means if he gets hit by a car or something lame like that he won’t be as beat up as a normal guy would. These protective amulets would also have to be removed for an exorcism to be completed – provided the binding link is also severed.

Likes (3 at least):

• Music
  
• Singing
  
• Dancing
  
• Parties
  
• Fast cars
  
• Beer
  
• Swedish Fish (the gummy candy)
  
• L.A.
  
• Dogs, wolves, and other members of the canine species

Dislikes (3 at least):

• The Internet
  
• MP3 Players and Ipods
  
• Angels
  
• Anyone who won’t pick a side
  
• Anyone who sings “I Will Survive” for karaoke
  
• Birds – they freak him out
  
• Having to sit still for any extended period of time
  
• Crappy speakers

Strengths (3 at least):

• Enhanced strength/reflexes
  
• Spell Casting
  
• Telepathy and Empathy
  
• Very good head for business
  
• Can really turn on the charm when he feels like it
  
• Musical talent

Weaknesses (3 at least):

• Holy water
  
• Rock salt
  
• Devil’s Traps
  
• Bad temper (we’re talking laughing hysterically one second, snapping your neck the next. He has a long fuse with most situations, but when he does get angry there’s no warning.)
  
• Reality TV (He’ll sit and watch it for hours and get nothing done)
  
• Air Hockey (He’ll play for hours and get nothing done)
  
• Tattoos (He gets tattoos often and, since it’s not his body, he doesn’t care too much about the permanency)
  
• Can be summoned at any given time either at a crossroads with proper summoning rituals, or if someone draws his sigil and performs a ritual.

Dreams for the Future:
He is one of Lucifer’s most loyal followers. His greatest ambition is to help break the 66 Seals to free his Master.

Fears:
That the progression toward Lucifer’s rise will be disrupted and he will be punished.

Hero(es):
None

Biggest Secret(s): He's a demon. Duh.

Personality (write a decent paragraph):
For the most part, Paimon seems like a laid-back guy. Outwardly, he easily brushes things off and seems to keep a cool head in most situations. However, appearances can be deceiving. Paimon has a long fuse, but his anger builds up inside. As a result, there are no warning signs of his build to anger and he seems to snap out of nowhere. As quickly as the anger comes, it fades and he goes back to being laid-back. These temper tantrum type things are very jarring to those around him and even people who spend a lot of time around him never seem to get used to them.

Paimon lives and breathes music. He loves the party atmosphere, singing and dancing and having fun. He prides himself on having the largest vinyl record collection he’s ever encountered and he despises what he calls “The MP3 Movement”. He hates intangible music. If Paimon ever lends you a record from his collection it either means he holds you in high regard and trusts you, or he expects something in return. If he gives you a record, expect to trade your soul for it, unless you’re a demon who outranks him. Him giving the gift of music can either be a high honor toward the receiver, or the complete opposite. He’s known for giving albums to his “clients” shortly before their deals run out and they’re sent to Hell.

Father: Host – Mitch Hannon
Mother: Host – Lauren Chase-Hannon
Sibling(s): Host – Meghan Hannon (younger sister)
Children: None
Other Family: (close family) None
"Family Don't End with Blood": (close friends) None

History:

Paimon is part of one of the older generations of demons, and is and always has been one of Lucifer’s most loyal followers. He’s more powerful than most Crossroads Demons and is able to spend a great deal of time up on earth, provided he carries out the duties his superiors give him. He has developed a reputation for being a dangerous demon when the time calls for it, though he manages to keep himself under control most of the time.

When Paimon was a mortal he had a gift that was looked down on by his elders and he was harassed by his peers. He had the ability to predict the future, often having dreams or visions that would send him into seizing fits. As he got older, he learned that these dreams were warnings telling him what was to come. He had visions of a raid on his village, but rather than heeding his warning the villagers threw stones at him and shunned him. When the raid actually happened, many of them fled the country. Paimon and his family became a part of an early form of a group now known as Romani people.

He soon discovered that the premonitions were not his only abilities. He always had a love of music since he was a child and he discovered that he not only had a wonderful singing voice, but he could play any instrument he picked up simply by willing himself to do it. He could do the same thing with other skills he tried – sports, hunting, and eventually spell casting. He spent a good chunk of his life traveling from place to place with his family, using his abilities to make money when he could.

Paimon’s current host was a junkie when he encountered him. He was holed up in an abandoned warehouse with others like him – a place full of dirty needles, soiled beds, and the slow onset of death. Paimon found him with a needle in his arm, barely breathing. Even if someone had called an ambulance, even if they’d gotten him to the hospital in time, even if he survived, it would’ve been too late. His pulse was faint, his body going cold, and he’d stopped breathing long enough for his lips to turn blue. Paimon jumped inside this body and kept it after that. He never knew the man’s name and found no identification on his person. So he went to work on creating his new identity, Christopher Hannon. He has a passport, a driver’s license, even a birth certificate and social security number.

Paimon currently owns a nightclub called Cerberus as well as a record label called Psychopomp Records. He allows unknown musicians and bands to play at Cerberus and hosts a few Karaoke nights a week. His specialty is making deals with musicians. Cerberus is located on a crossroads in a town outside of Los Angeles, California. This is Paimon’s primary base of operations. It is a group of interesting-looking buildings located in the small town of Montrose, California. One building, the largest of the group, is the nightclub. It has two floors, a bar, a stage, tables and booths. Another building, the smallest of the group, is where Paimon lives – his private residence. Visitors or guests are rarely invited into that building. Two other buildings are the hub of Psychopomp Records, housing offices and recording studios.

Although this is Paimon’s general base of operation, he can be summoned at a Crossroads or by performing a certain ritual in a secluded place, though the details on the ritual aren’t known to many and he doesn’t take kindly to being summoned this way. But, if Paimon is summoned, he sings his responses to the one who summoned him until he or she tells him to stop.

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RP Sample (required):

It started with a low light
Next thing I knew, they ripped me from my bed
And then they took my blood type.
It left a strange impression in my head.
You know that I was hopin'
That I could leave this star-crossed world behind...

Paimon was bustling around Cerberus, talking to a few of the waitresses and chatting up the club's customers. He was all smiles, exchanging greetings and pleasantries with regulars and new-comers alike.

However, Paimon was not happy about the week he was having. When he'd opened the club several years ago he'd been able to get a live band playing at least four nights a week, if not more. And he was always able to make a deal with at least one member of one of them. It was amazing how many straight men were willing to kiss another man if it meant they could have anything in the world they wanted.

But these days it was different. Up and coming musicians were more likely to put their music online and make money off live shows. Which meant they wanted to be paid for their performances. Most of the time it was harder to make a deal with them, too, so if Paimon did pay a band to play there was no guaruntee he'd get anything in return.

He was about to check on the bartender as the stereo played, pumping music through speakers mounted throughout the building, when he felt an odd, yet familiar sensation. It felt as if something was trying to tug him from his body with all its might.

"Ugh," he muttered, closing his eyes, knowing better by now than to fight the tugging sensation.

When he opened his eyes again he was standing in a field. He looked around and realized he was on a farm. Where specifically this farm was, he couldn't be sure. But, he didn't really care. He followed the tugging feeling that still lingered until he came to the Crossroads. There was a young woman with long, curly red hair standing there looking nervous, her eyes darting around. He smiled as he approached, despite his annoyance at being summoned while he was in the middle of working at the club.

The girl looked even more surprised when Paiman greeted her, for when he opened his mouth he didn't simply say hello. He began to sing.

"Well, it seems you've summoned me
And so I greet you with a verse.
Forgive my manners, but you see,
Your timing couldn't be worse."

The girl blinked at him, wide-eyed, stunned, as he went on.

"But now you're here,
And now that I'm here,
Let our business begin."

She finally spoke, or attempted to. "What... Why are you...?"

She trailed off and he continued.

"Is it cash you want?
Or fame, or love?
I can do all the above!

Just tell me what it is you need
I'll set it up the second we've agreed..."

"Stop!" the girl shouted, horrifed. "Why are you singing? Is this some kind of joke?"

Paimon sighed, relieved. "Finally!" he said, no longer singing. "Usually I don't mind a little singing, but I'm just totally not in the mood for it tonight." He sighed, then clapped his hands and smiled, his attitude suddenly cheerful. "Now, what can I do for ya?"

The girl still looked stunned, her eyes wide and her stance rigid. "I, uh... I don't know..." she said hesitantly. "I... I've never done this before. I don't know how it works."

"Well, first you tell me what brought you here - what made you decide to summon me, why you want what you want, how you heard about the whole Crossroads thing - then I buy you a drink and we chat about life. Then you tell me what you want and I take a few days to think about it."

The girl blinked. "Are you serious?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, I'm not serious!" he shouted, his voice booming. "What do you think this is, eHarmony with pizazz? Damn."

The girl took a few steps back, frightened by his sudden outburst, and he took a deep breath and let it out.

"Sorry about that," he said. "Like I said before, your timing really does suck. Just a little pent-up anger. Nothing for you to worry about." He clapped his hands again and smiled, his voice cheerful again when he spoke. "Now, what is it I can do for you? Money? Fame? Both? Something new and interesting? Please tell me it's something new and interesting."

Paimon had been making deals for a very long time, so new and interesting was hard to come by these days.

"Well... um... it's a little... awkward to talk about," she said timidly.

Paimon laughed a hearty, booming laugh. "Trust me, there's nothing you can tell me I haven't heard before."

She looked around again and dropped her voice to a whisper.

"Can you do... you know... physical... body changes?" she asked.

Paimon looked at her for a moment, not sure he'd heard her correctly, and then not sure she meant what he thought she meant.

"I'm sorry, didn't quite catch that," he said, dipping his head and leaning forward to hear her better.

She blushed slightly, looking for a moment like she'd run away before discussing this any further. But then she sighed and spoke up.

"You know... body changes. Can you make me look... different?"

Paimon studied her, looking her up and down. She was tall and thin, long red hair, a pretty, round face.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

"I... I want to be..." she sighed. "I have no boobs," she blurted out. "No ass. I'm, like, nine feet tall - I'm built like a coatwrack!"

Paimon blinked at her, surprised at her outburst. "You want to look less like a coatwrack and more like... what?"

This wasn't really Paimon's specialty, but a deal was a deal.

I, Paimon, have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.

[The Chronicler]