Heluva Time Doing Taxes

Name: Estoppelese is his true demonic name, but he is using the alias Evan Moore as part of his mortal guise.

Species: Demon

Height: 6'1"

Age: 668 (next year is his big 669 and oh boy is he ever looking forward to THAT!)

Hair: short black straight hair stylishly tousled

Eyes: dark blue, when his true demonic form is hidden, otherwise they are naturally a pale orange glow that is the reflection of the fires of Hell itself.

Features: Oft wearing a rakish smile and always has an ever-present 5 o’clock shadow even 5 minutes after shaving. To maintain the guise of a human appearance he keeps up an aura that serves as a mental filter which hides his demonic features from the minds of mortals to make him seem just a handsome human man in his 30s. His true demonic form adds red horns like those of a ram, pointed ears, a devil’s tail, bat-shaped red leathery wings with an inward curved talon-like hook on the fold-peak of each, and black scorch marks reminiscent of tattoos in the shape of flames along his arms and shoulders, legs and torso.

Personality: innately charming and disarming, has a way of putting people at ease and gaining trust but rarely deserves that trust. He is clever, devious, sneaky and underhanded, a slippery scoundrel who while bound by his own estoppel always seems to wiggle through any available loophole to his own benefit. In a perfect world he would be offering tax help only to set people up into situations requiring greater assistance from him which he would then give in exchange for their souls, but he is in a complicated situation wherein he cannot risk the notice of certain individuals from Hell tracking him down by noticing him making deals regarding mortal souls yet the urge and desire to do so remains and it frustrates him. He is more than a little bit guarded as he is in hiding in Gossamer Grove while on the lam from Hell or more specifically trying to hide from someone in Hell who has a vendetta against him for very good reason.

Likes: Hell, being out of Hell, having escaped the horror which drove him to flee his beloved Hell, his own audacity, the convoluted complexity of mortal tax codes, oddly enough Gossamer Grove itself though it is still a far cry from the diabolical wonders of Hell.

Hates: being out of Hell for so long, the fact that he had to flee Hell, revealing what drove him to flee Hell, being afraid of the fate that forced him to flee Hell, admitting any of it, the thought of being discovered and the knowledge that his own devilish nature may very well do just that.

Clothing: High-end business casual that might be trying too hard to be business casual.

Backstory: Hiding his demonic appearance with a human guise and living under an assumed name, he resides in Gossamer Grove and runs his own small business called 'Evan Moore Accounting' as a tax preparer and CPA. Business is extremely slow in such a small town, and he may be just laying low but from what is a mystery he is fiercely unwilling to share. During tax season he likes to offer workshops on how to file one's taxes during which he takes great joy in spending hours upon hours explaining the tax form booklets and form instructions in excruciating detail as part of a scheme to get business as the mortals most often give up trying to learn how to do it themselves and just hire him to do it for them. Sometimes during this agonizing process, he will also amuse himself by tempting taxpayers to cheat on their taxes even though he has barred himself from taking souls since that carries too much risk of his location being detected by Hell, it still entertains him to lead people astray even without the payout of soul acquisition.

Notes: Something happened back in Hell that made him run away to hide in the mortal world, something so terrifying to him that he willingly gave up the comforts of Hell and the singular thrill of cheating mortals out of their souls to avoid facing it. Names hold power and a demon's true name can be used to command that demon. He believes that whatever makes Gossamer Grove so odd will obscure him from the notice of Hell. He admires and may even be jealous of IRS agents who he suspects some may be a few of his past cohorts from Hell.

Gossamer Grove a small town in the current modern era where strange, odd, eerie and mysterious beings exist. It is a sprawling New England town in the middle of nowhere lost somewhere along the interstate off exit 13 onto rural route 13 running right through the center of town. With roughly 800 residents, some of them of questionable or mysterious origin and a rich history of odd goings on of an eerie and mysterious nature that no one seems to make a big enough deal about. Places of note are Town Hall, a central town green where one can experience regular small town celebrations and a weekly farmer’s market as well as craft fairs, there is a small Post Office, a convenience store gas station, a diner, two churches, a few picturesque B&Bs, a seasonal KOA campground and several vacation homes and cabins scattered around the lake on the edge of a forest a few miles Northwest of town, a combined hair salon and nail spa, a barber shop complete with an old fashioned barber pole in the window, a bank with a one-lane drive thru, and one cell tower attached to the old local radio station’s radio tower so reception is spotty at best outside of the town proper. Brenda Weller a middle-aged redhead woman is the local crazy cat lady (always collecting cats of varieties which should not exist no one knows where she keeps finding them) runs the small pet supply shop named ‘A Beastly Boutique’ and the town’s animal shelter run out of an old converted barn. The Bennett family of secretive werewolves consisting of two parents Yvonne and Roger Bennett and their grown children, a son Neil typical nice guy werewolf with long red hair and daughters Helen, Irish and Madison a reverse werewolf, all live outside of town proper at the edge of the state park forest. An abandoned Victorian house that refuses to let those who enter it leave. And some say that a Sasquatch has been spied in the forest wearing a human hat while doing a little song and dance. It’s a weird town.