Hennimore, Behemoth

by **Behemoth Hennimore** Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:00 am

DOSSIER: DEMON

Hennimore, Behemoth Wwkms6

"The only thing I ever learned was that some people are lucky and other people aren't and not even a graduate of the Harvard Business School can say why”
- Noel Constant, The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut Jr

BASIC DETAILS

NAME:
Behemoth Hennimore. (Behemoth will repeatedly insist it's pronouned "BAY-a-moth" rather than the UK English "BEE-a-moth" or US English "Be-HEE-moth")

ALIASES:
HENNIMOOOOOOOOOORE!, The Lucky One, The Bad Omen, The 'Bardluck' Bringer, The Worst of the Plagues, That Stupid Girl, Bearer of Bad News

AGE:
102

APPARENT GENDER:
Behemoth identifies herself as female.

HOMESPHERE:
The Blightscape

PICTURE: DEMON:

Spoiler:

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PERSONAL DETAILS

DEMON DESCRIPTION:
Despite the imposing first name, and the origin of said name, Behemoth's appearance is not particularly imposing herself. She stands only just above 5 foot, and on her black oily skin lies a fairly benign face, a completely unreadable but non-threatening expression always plastered onto it. Her skin is like that of a salamander, both scaly like a lizard's and yet moist. Resting upon her head are two ram horns, the connection to her skull hidden by her light-blue hair. Said hair's more often than not in pigtails, which she puts a lot of effort in keeping. She has wings, leathery like a bat, but they aren't that big and in fact are entirely useless, unable to lift her off the ground. She uses them more as periphery limbs, fans, handkerchiefs, towels and just about everything other than wings. She only has one hand, her left arm simply ending with what resembles a crab's claw. Behemoth's usually seen with a small red trident for self-defence and always wears the same leather jacket and pants, with a red shirt underneath. She doesn't have a mortal form, simply remaining as a demon.

PERSONALITY:
Behemoth Hennimore MIGHT be evil... if she could work up the motivation.

Like her current master, Behemoth has very little empathy or compassion, but while Asmodeus is cruel and greedy, Behemoth is simply apathetic and uninterested. Few things really catch her interest, and she certainly has no goals in life (if you could call it that). Even amongst other demons, many of whom want to wallow in chaotic carnage and hedonism, Behemoth has no goals other than to just exist and get on with whatever she wants to do, a want that changes erratically. Weirdly, she often gets by hopping from master to master, but this is only because she knows of nothing else to do. When she IS in servitude, she's unreliable, disloyal and generally can only be expected to work when she feels like it. She treats it more like a shitty job than an unearthly sworn duty.

This isn't to say that her attitude is one of perpetual stoicism. On the contrary, Behemoth's quite lively once her energy's going. She was born a snarker, and experience has taught to use her deadpan wit to save her hide on multiple occasions. One thing must be duly noted; considering Infernis and its residents puts it into perspective when it's mentioned that Behemoth's language is foul. Were she an archdemon, she'd be the Princess of Profanity and possibly rubbish customer service. She can barely go a second without her mouth letting out the kind of stuff a drunken sailor would pale at hearing, and she does this both casually and when annoyed. She's more easily irritated than angry, and she prefers simply playing games and taking naps to any malicious activity.

HISTORY:
Behemoth woke up in servitude, though given the long string of bodies behind her, fate probably thought it had better places for her.

Behemoth Hennimore only remembers her surname from her past life; nothing of why she was in Infernis or who she was. Just a name; 'Hennimore'. She just simply arose as a demon with a crab claw and a neat leather jacket. Then she saw who stood by her. By instinct she simply knew that he was a Hellguard, and wanted a servant. Hennimore agreed, but she made little secret of the fact that she wasn't a fan of the arrangement. It wasn't too long before the Hellguard tired of her bad attitude and general clumsiness, and decided that he was going to make her death more permanent. However, by sheer coincidence, said Hellguard was killed by a very skilled demon hunter before he could act. Hennimore couldn't quite believe her luck, but it soon turned to misfortune. The demon hunter was originally planning to kill her too, but she managed to say... something right. The demon hunter found her funny, and offered to spare her life in exchange for her guiding him safely across Infernis.

Hennimore agreed, being freed only to be stuck in servitude again, and this time to a human. It was only a slightly better deal, until the demon hunter tried to get 'friendlier' with Hennimore. Hennimore replied by cutting his heart out and leaving him to die in the wastelands. She spent the next few years wandering. Considering that her appearance wasn't all that impressive, and that she had been attacked twice now, she took up the moniker of 'Behemoth', solely because the name might get demons to leave her alone.

Eventually, many demons did learn to avoid her, though it wasn't to do with her name; every single master she served perished, and all of them horribly. It was either rotten luck or Behemoth simply growing bored and finding a slightly better deal just over the horizon. Some of the demons who became familiar with her name guessed that it was some ancient curse. Her next master was a demon who ended up being torn limb from limb by Axiaxes. The next was a demon hunter whose body was later found on the shores of the Black Sea. The next four were a cabal of demons, all inexplicably driven mad and they ate each other until they died. The next master died as well. And the next. And the next.

Soon, Behemoth Hennimore couldn't seem to find any demon to serve. Even some of the archdemons whose spheres she had wandered in were wary of her. Misfortune became her only companion, following her like a great plague. It wasn't long when she met another great plague; Contagio Contagium Mortis, the plague of the blightsphere.

It seemed that the misfortune that followed Behemoth didn't apply to her; she was completely immune to it.

Being immune to the virus, Behemoth found herself as a perfect candidate to serve Asmodeus, the archdemon, the heartless queen of all desire and lust. Behemoth didn't quite know whether Asmodeus already knew of Behemoth's existence and made her immune to the virus so she could serve the queen (possibly amused by the idea of a servant who's greatest weapon was luck) or if the virus immunity came first and that made Asmodeus so interested in her, but Behemoth found herself a new master.

She still wasn't happy with the deal, but it's not like she knew how to do anything but serve others.

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FACTION:
Serves Asmodeus the Lustful

SKILLS:
- Behemoth is one of the few really good cooks in Infernis, a rarity amongst demons.
- Despite all outward appearances and her lackadaisical attitude, Behemoth is actually a world-class practitioner of both fencing and Kali (Filipino knife fighting), using her claw as a sword. Even she isn't quite sure where she picked up this skill.
- While it's not so much bravery as apathy, very little phases her, and she's basically entirely fearless. Even Lucifer at his angriest would have trouble provoking much of a reaction from her beyond raised eyebrows and the utterance of "Huh. Didn't know you could do that."
- Behemoth is completely immune to Contagio Contagium Mortis, the virus plaguing the Blightscape.
- She's also pretty good at Dance Dance Revolution.

WEAKNESSES:
- Given her complete lack of motivation, Behemoth's one of the few demons in the Blightscape whose loyalty to Asmodeus can be called into question, though she can't be trusted to betray her master as she's just as likely to double-cross anyone who asks her for help taking on the archdemon.
- Also due to her lack of motivation, Behemoth is very slow to act... very slow. She does her master's bidding more out of boredom and a lack of anything else to do, and is rarely in a hurry to get any particular task done.
- Behemoth doesn't really know a whole lot about social cues, is profoundly clumsy, and is overall a bumbler when it comes to life, the universe and everything.
- Oddly, Behemoth has hay fever. Luckily, given the lack of flowers in Infernis, this rarely bothers her.
- Despite her wings, Behemoth can't actually fly.
- Behemoth can't play piano, and whenever she tries it's unintentionally hilarious.

COLOURS:
Behemoth speaks Demonic (pink), English (coral), French (dark orange) and Russian (lime green)

TRIVIA:

- The misfortune that follows Behemoth has it's own name in certain circles; "Bardluck", deriving both from the phrase 'bad luck' and the Latin 'bardus' meaning stupid. It is unknown to Behemoth whether bardluck is an actual curse/ability she has, or if she's just incredibly unlucky.

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USER DETAILS

ALIAS:
Sponge, or Rob, or The Colossus Of Rhodes.

OTHER CHARACTERS:
None, as of yet

ROLEPLAY HISTORY:
I've never been big into roleplay in sex, though I won't say no to a short skirted nurse.

CUSTOM RANK:
The Butt Monkey