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Name: DON DIABLOS

Nickname: DON ******** DIABLOS

Age: As old as the violent flame of reckoning within men's hearts (31 36 42)

Birthday: The day earth stood still, held it's collective breath, and then suddenly shuddered with the fear of the eternally damned. (June 6th)

Sign: Hazardous Materials (Gemini)

Gemstone: Once he set a woman's heart on fire and then crushed the ashen remains into a diamond. (pearl)

Blood Type: Don't worry, none of it's his.

Fav. Food: The pained screams of those who oppose his will. (strawberries)

Hated Food: Food isn't worthy of Don Diablos' hatred (peanuts)

School: OF PAIN. (He probably went to school at some point.)

Hobbies:

Training -- In the darkest depths of the Underworld until his time has once again come to arise and show the living what "Hell" really means. (He jogs and works out a lot, usually at night so as not to be interrupted by either fans or media.)

Reading -- Don Diablos trains his mind as well as his body, using ancient texst of war and philosophy to pave the Don Diablos Way. (He also likes the occasional Harlequin.)

Baking -- Don Diablos will bake you a cake. OF ETERNAL MISERY. (Actually, he's pretty good at it, and often records cooking shows so he can follow along. It's an odd match for his temperament, but everything is ok as long as things turn out alright in the end. Sadly, sometimes his cookies are a bit burnt around the edged and then he throws a chair or two. Or like...a lot more than just two. Sometimes he borrows a few chairs from his neighbors.)

Virtues:

Hard Working -- Don Diablos doesn't wait for victory to come to him. He goes out, grabs it by it's skinny little turkey neck, and rips it's head off with his teeth. (He doesn't rest on past victories, but always works toward self improvement, never taking his success as something to simply be expected.)

Passionate: -- The fires of Don Diablos' passions will ignite your heart until it is but another victim to the fiery hot lava of his soul. (He doesn't do things by halves, he puts his all into everything he finds worth doing. He also doesn't hide behind a cool facade of uncaring, but instead lets the whole world know what he's feeling. Loudly. In allcaps.)

Charismatic: -- Don Diablos' will inspire you through both his words and epic violence! (The above virtues coupled with his skill as a fighter and flashy, no-holds barred, do-or-die villainous persona has gathered him quite the following, a large portion of it could even be described as "rabid.")

Flaws:

Don Diablos -- IS GONNA SHOW YOU HELL! (He's always like that. The mask never comes off in public. He is a dude walking down the street in a ******** wrestling mask. He does not adapt to his surroundings. Most of his major flaws are a result of this.)

Disregards Authority: -- Don Diablos doesn't follow anybody's rules but his own. (He has his own sense of honour, and abides by it. Laws, rulebooks, and societal norms can all go to hell though. Sometimes people might admire this. Until he throws them through a window on some perceived slight. As a result he's done a fair amount of jailtime, and is constantly being sued for some reason or another.)

Violent: -- As ********> (As ********.)

Loud -- As hell. (******** you and your "inside" voices.)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Eyes: Hold the power of a thousands suns. (Black and enraged)

Face: Ruggedly carved from the same slab of granite as his abs. (Chiseled, and mostly covered by his wrestling mask, his skin is dark latino)

Clothes: Don Diablos does not require clothes. (Has been seen a variety of outfits and uniforms since being banned from the DCWF, there's even a tumblr tag for them! But typically these days you'll either find him in gym clothes or a suit. The mask is always on.)