"Fresh Prince of Avarice"
Parody of “Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” by Will Smith.

Now this is the story, all about how
Dem's cross got flip-turned upside down.
So I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you all about how Dem got a hell-bound lair.

In fourteenth century France, born and raised.
At the church-yard there, spent most of his days.
Chillin' out, maxin', acting like saint.
Little did he know about the incoming taint!

When a couple of blasphemes,
They were up to no good.
Started causing trouble in his priest-hood.
He got into one little debate with God, and got scared,
He said "You're moving with my buddy Luci downstairs."

He whistled for a hearse and when it came near,
The demonic surroundings filled him with fear.
He thought that if anything, this place was s**t!
But hey forget it, let's hear some Brit Brit!

He pulled up to his office 'bout 1347, or 8
The spawns of hell had sealed his fate.
By capturing souls, he'd find his retrieval.
Soon he'll learn that money's a root for all evil.

Song Credit: Ultimate Baku

Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas

Profile Credit: Fennekin

In character nearly 100% of the time in towns.
Private messaging is dependent on how approached.
Despite what it may seem like, Demetri is a srs character.
I, however, am not a srs person. Feel free to drop me a PM.
Always accepting new roleplays. Post stalk me if interested.



The soul scarf you are trading/gifting is your own soul.
You are not trading a spare soul, a friend's soul, a family member's soul, an animal's soul, a mule's soul, or an acquaintance's soul.
You are trading the one and only soul you are born with. The scarf is representative of that.
You are agreeing to never get the soul back unless Demetri Marquette says otherwise.
You are agreeing that this transaction is final.
You are agreeing to trade over your soul to Demetri Marquette, myself, and the gift/trade transaction will be documented for this purpose. You can change your name, but the fact that I own your soul is still the same.