Name: Gavin Trumwell Species: Demon, crowned prince of Hell; Amon Prince of Wrath Job: Living paper tent Time With Cirque: 3 years
True Age: Timeless Apparent Age: Mid thirties
Description: Standing at 6’2, Gavin is well built and can usually be found with an obnoxious smirk on his face that usually means he’s up to something devilish. Which to be fair, is a good ninety percent of the time. He’s prideful but not so much so as to take his brother’s title. What demon isn’t? He takes care of how he looks and though he doesn’t need to do it, he typically works out four to five times a week. His style of dress is ever changing, ranging from wife beaters and jeans, pajamas with fuzzy slippers, to suits. It all depends on what he’s in the mood for at the time. Played-By: Ryan Reynolds
Personality: Gavin is well, Gavin. He’s an obnoxious asshole on his best of days and something to fear on his worst. He’s well read, intelligent (even if he doesn’t act like it most of the time), and quick witted. He speaks in biting sarcasm most of the time and loves to see exactly what makes people tick. His main focus at the moment is Kenneth who he affectionately refers to as Kenny. It’s a wonder the Djinn hasn’t killed his body yet. If he can cause shenanigans then he will, it’s just that simple.
This doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a serious and more volatile side. After all, he is the demon of wrath and one of the crowned princes of hell. He has an explosive, fiery temper that sometimes seems to stretch for an eternity and when you have eternity at your beck and call, that’s very well possible. He holds grudges, he can be petty, and most importantly of all, he can be downright dangerous.
Gavin is loyal to no one but himself and he’s out to have a good time. That is his main focus on Earth and so long as that’s happening everything is gravy. It does only when the fun stops that people need to watch their asses.
Background: In the beginning God created the heavens and the Earth. Blah, Blah, Blah. We all know how that story goes and Gavin will gladly roll his eyes whenever someone mentions daddy dearest. Let’s skip to the good stuff shall we?
Enter Gavin Trumwell or that’s the name he goes by. Bored of hell, the demon Amon (now known as Gavin) decided to see what the big whoop-dee-do was about and came topside some fifty years ago. Honestly, he’s lost count. Earth was…interesting, humans, less so. But he did love how easy they were to manipulate, how easy it was to make them go to war over the dumbest of things. So he decided to stay but never in one place too long. He doesn’t have the attention span for that mess. So he roamed.
Africa, Europe, he even visited Antarctica (a big mistake. Too damned cold if you ask him), he hopped across the globe amassing wealth and spending it just as quickly. He drank, fucked, and gambled across every continent and nearly every country, and thankfully he can’t catch any diseases because he has tried everything. Heroin, crack, LSD, you name it and he’s put it in his body. But with the attention span of a gold fish or a cracked out squirrel, your pick, boredom soon settled in. He almost decided to head home. That was until some idiot decided to play with an Ouija board and all hell broke loose.
Enter Margaret, a witch who was just coming into her powers and messing with things she had no business messing with. Such a sweet, innocent young thing poor Margaret was. Such a poor little lamb who didn’t know how to properly summon a demon such as himself or give an offering. Like really? Who summons a demon and doesn’t give anything in return? We all know what happens to lambs, they get slaughtered. He didn’t kill her right off, he took his time. She wanted wealth and fame and he gave it to her, only to cut her down in the prime of her youth. It was a nasty way to die but at least she had fun doing it. Well, he had fun and that’s all that mattered. Another soul collected and most importantly, he wasn’t bored anymore.
So he decided to stay a little longer. It was some three years ago when he stumbled across the cirque by happenstance. It was a fluke really. He was in town, they were in town. I mean it was bound to happen. He soon found himself in management’s tent and signing a contract. Eh, there were worse things. Like that hooker in Thailand, or not finding any penguins in that damned frozen hell of a place. So now Gavin spends his time playing with paper things, fucking with customers, and trying to annoy Kenny dear. He’s having fun and that to him is a good enough reason to stay.
Magic Powers: Teleportation, Shape shifting (human to demon only), brief animation of inanimate objects, telepathy (but does not use it much because it's no fun.) Skills: Damn good with a sword and shield, mixes a mean drink, pretty good poker player. Does biting sarcasm count? Resources/Financial: Gavin has amassed and spent so much shit that he's lost count. He's sure he's got money out there somewhere but for now he's good with what the cirque pays him. Goals: To push buttons, have fun, and get under people's skin. Story Hooks Lovers, flings, enemies. People that he gets along with and people who absolutely despise him. Serious relationships are a no-go for him.