Duke était debout depuis quelques heures. De bonne heure au lit et de bonne heure à la hausse avait toujours été un dicton populaire de sa et aujourd'hui n'était pas différent. Sa routine matinale était simple au mieux, s'habiller à 6, se laver à 7 heures, puis manger vers 8h30. Ce n'était pas souvent qu'il ait jamais été interrompu de son emploi du temps et encore moins quand c'était une réunion de groupe.
L'annonce du système d'orateurs dans sa chambre l'a pris momentanément par surprise, mais il a continué à manger l'œuf bouilli qu'il avait préparé. Duke s'est moqué de lui, "Damn Robo-girls, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas avec un bon vieux mag nudy?" 5 minutes plus tard, le petit déjeuner était terminé et son assiette était jetée dans l'évier avec le reste de sa vaisselle. Vraiment, l'évier n'était qu'une formalité pour lui. Quand vous vivez sur la route, vous ne gaspillez pas d'eau sur des choses qui en ont à peine besoin. Les vieilles habitudes sont mortes durement pour Duke.
À la sortie de son appartement, Duke ramassa sa canne à côté de la porte, et son cher John Deere Cap. En le plaçant fermement sur sa tête, il ouvrit la porte et s'embrasa. Duke n'a pas pris la peine de fermer complètement sa porte d'appartement, après tout, il n'y avait personne dans l'immeuble Rogue X qui voudrait lui voler et de toute façon, il n'avait rien de vraiment intéressant à prendre. Les pensées de Dukes dérivent brièvement vers le singe, mais il n'a pas de soucis, "Aghh, qu'est-ce que l'enfer. S'il va là-dedans, il pourrait même faire le lavage pour moi."
Name: Duke Delroy/"Were I to say it out loud, you would turn insane"
Alias: Host of Plaixare (Usually just "Plaixare")
Age: 71
Gender: Male/Unknown
Appearance: The best way for me to put it is using a reference photo  seeing as his appearence is based on a real life person.
 
His outfit is generally very simple. Almost always a variation of a white vest, check shirt and a pair of tatty blue dungarees. Whenever possible he is wearing a John Deere Cap
When Duke is controlled by the Demon, Plaixare, his eyes glow a dull orange and his beard literally and figuratively burns like hot coals in a fireplace. His face also turns a slight tinge of Grey. Dukes skin seems to tighten around his bones giving him an almost skeletal build for the duration.
Personality Strengths: Duke is a humble man who cares not for money nor fame. Were he to have his way, the rest of his days would be spent with a fire in the hearth and a sheepdog by his side. When he is not taken over by an ancient demon, people can quickly tell that he has good intentions in what he does. He is a great listener and has an affinity for making one open up about themselves.
Personality Flaws: The Demon, Plaixare is a cruel and sadistic being who is barely controlled by Duke. Should he mistakenly relax his hold on the being for too long he will find himself using more than excessive force.
Regular Duke does also have his flaws but not nearly as severe. Due to his old fashioned way of life he can sometimes unintentionally be sexist and or racist. He means no malice by this but it can rub some people up the wrong way.
Powers: All of these power can only be used when channeling the power of Plaixare, something he only does when extremely necessary.
1.  Duke can project a roaring beam of flame from his face in a straight line for roughly 20 metres or until interrupted.
2.  Within a 5x5 metre dome around himself, Duke can eliminate the effects of all light sources other than those created by himself causing the area to be almost pitch black. Those outside can see in but those inside the dome may not see out.
3.  Duke is able to perform short range teleportation. He can disappear in a cloud of black smoke and reappear in any direction up to 10 metres away from his starting position. This can be straight up or at angles but cannot be used to pass through solid objects.
4.  When first taken over by Plaixare, aside from his appearance altering transformation, Dukes body gains some form of weapon suited to the task ahead. This could be clawed fingers, horns, a prehensile tail or some other kind of alteration. He can only gain one modification at a time and is stuck with his choice until he takes back control of his body. These additional transformations cannot add powers or ranged attacks, they are purely tools or melee weapons.
Skills:
Major 1. Farming. Since a young age Duke was working on a farm and therefore knows the correct technique for growing most common vegetables. He can also operate most simple machinery.
Major 2. Stringed instruments. Duke is skilled at playing instruments including but not limited to banjos, guitars and fiddles.
Major 3. Demonic tongue. Being the host of an otherworldly demon gives you all sorts of knowledge. Duke knows about some of the mystical realms and can speak fluently in demonic tongue.
Weapons: Duke carries with him a hook handled wooden cane. When taken over, the cane burns up into ashes but reforms when Duke returns.

Equipment: Duke carries a tobacco pipe, a tin to hold said tobacco and a hip flask

Duke grew up on a farm in the deep south in the 1950s. He lived with his parents up until the ripe old age of 14 where he packed a bindle with his worldly belongings and decided to make his own way into the wide world.
In his first years on the proverbial street, Duke lived off of busking with his banjo. He would sit on a street corner in the blazing hot sun and play until day became dusk.
This routine continued for three years, three glorious years. Of course he had no luxuries in his life but he made enough money to have at least 2 meals a day and a thick blanket to sleep in at night.
This all changed when one Winter night he came across a gang of Street Urchins no older than himself but all armed. They robbed him, kicking him to the ground and smashing his treasured instrument purely out of boredom. Broken and bruised, Duke crawled back to where he was staying the night and wept himself to sleep.
During this sleep a voice reached out to him through the mist of his dreams. The voice said, "embrace me . take my power . enact revenge . kill them all."
When Duke woke he found himself surrounded by the bodies of the kids who had cornered him the night before.
Each one maimed beyond recognition and posed, pointing at his resting place with a single outstretched finger. Some were missing limbs, others had had there faces burnt off. Those that still had a face, showed an expression of utter fear. Somehow, Duke knew he had committed these murders (COULD IT BE THE FACT THAT THEY WERE ALL POINTING AT HIM!? WHO KNOWS?)
The demon that had reached out to him had only intended to use him as a host for a single night. The plan was to siphon Duke's energy and then once it was more powerful it would move on to a new host, one with more power, more strength. That was the plan anyway.
When the demon tried to leave it's host's body, something inside of Duke held on, pulled back even. Such was Duke's will that Plaixare the demon found itself unable to leave this mere mortal.
As time went by and Duke aged he began to forget this ordeal and write it off as a bad dream induced by a bad choice of mushrooms in his stew. He got on with his life and even started work in a car factory of which he worked in for 20 years. The powers that he had witnessed that night never manifested themselves again but they still lay dormant, waiting for the moment to strike out with the rage and fury of an immeasurable force trapped within an unbreakable cage.