WT - MR. FITS

Age: 5 Centuries (502)

Birthday: December 26th
Starsign: Capricorn
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 267 lbs.
Family: The Council of Demons (They banished Fits from their realm)
Species: Fire Demon
Dimension: Haderon

He really isn't an official fitness instructor, but he does spread mirth and merriness in the form of exercise wherever he goes. 

    _{|| Jolly || Positive || Charismatic || Naive || Cheesy || Strong-willed ||}
    
    Mr. Fits is the basic antithesis of what a demon should be. Instead manipulating, raping, or just outright slaughtering mortals, he'd rather go for the simpler pleasures of his semi-immortal life by teaching the masses of how to stay fit. He is obsessed with the idea of working out and staying in shape, along with keeping one's self motivated and positive no matter what situation may arise. Mr. Fits is always ready to lead a cause, especially if it appeals to keeping the body healthy and happy. Often he jogs and would bring along passengers with him, as the typical sedated lifestyle a train goer can live is taxing on the body's physical prowess. The demon has also adopted a plethora of inspirational quotes and speeches with the help of cheesy 80's work out videos, and would often spout some in an attempt to keep both himself and others motivated. He has an almost unshakable will, and will most likely see any job finished no matter how difficult. His hard-headedness helps play a part in that determination, but for the most part it's an endearing character trait as long as he doesn't use that head out of metaphor. 

    The dimension that is known as Haderon is a world plagued with demons that scour the land in search of bloodshed. Whether it be through pillaging, rape, or outright slaughter, these demons made themselves known to the inhabitants that consequently live along with them. Before accepting his new alias as Mr. Fits, he had a fairly demonic name that spread terror to the many who knew it. Many would dare not speak it, so they settled to call him 'The Butcher.' The Butcher was a leader amongst all the other demons, heading wars against the people of Haderon for the pure sake of chaos. However, when one does something far too often, it becomes quite a bore. While many demons continued to revel in the massacres and fights that they'd get themselves into, The Butcher soon grew tired of killing. He believed it to be a chore and soon outright didn't like the bloodshed that he wrought, disgusted with the actions he and his fellow demons would make. He soon lost purpose, and fled into the mountains in an attempt to seclude himself from society. 

    After many years, The Butcher soon stumbled upon a magical train that flew over above him, which then accidentally drops a dead human along with a giant box of goods. Curious, the demon opens it to find a stash of old vhs tapes, a vhs player, and a television set. It took time, but he soon figured out how to make it work. The Butcher began watching all the vhs tapes that turned out to be 80's work out instructional videos, in which he watched with great intrigue and wonder. His eyes soon opened to the wonders of fitness, disco, inspirational quotes, and 80's music and slang. The Buther soon discarded his demon name and title, and changed it to Mr. Fits in an attempt to emulate the people in the videos he so loved. He cut off his wings as well, as there is little point in keeping them if he was going to 'stride and run' like the humans do. He jogged down the mountain and attempted to tell the people the wonders of exercise only to be met with fear due to who he was. Knowing he need to be remade further, he adopted the fashion of the 80's, wore ridiculously colored shades to hide his demonic eyes, and shaved his lengthy horns all in order to better himself and show the people he meant no harm. It was all in vain, as his red skin made it impossible for him to blend in with the people of Haderon.

    Mr. Fits soon set his sights on his own people, and tried to show them the joy he felt when he exercised. They shunned him and called him a fool, disappointed at just how much their leader of slaughter has fallen. Unphased by their insults, Mr. Fits was determined to change himself for the better and teach the world how important fitness was. He started by waiting in the mountains once more until the very train that changed his life flew and landed nearby. With determination, he headed inside the World Train, fire in his eyes so that he may share to the universe what he has learned in those sacred videos. 

Recent History:
    Mr. Fits has been coming to and from the World Train for quite some time. Often he would be the instigator for mischief and disarray, leading many of the passengers into chaos and danger. But on the bright side, he has been the savior for many of them during rough encounters along with establishing a fitness program that some train goers seem to be fond of. While he's caused tons of broken furniture, holes in the ceilings, and broken doors, it's apparent that he has grown to care for the residents of the World Train. Ajax was one of the first to teach him the importance of empathy, and as the fire was lit in his heart for exercise, he then directed it towards trying to understand people and their feelings. With time, he now understands people to a much better level, and would often give cheesy inspirational quotes to assuage them if need be. A couple of months later the Steam Attendant relinquished their title and left the train. Arlaena was forced to find a new person lest the Steam Car goes unattended. While apprehensive at first, she eventually considered Fits as a potential candidate due to his popularity with the train members and his overall protectiveness of the locomotive. Despite past offenses, he was soon given a trial period and has proven himself worthy to being the new Steam Car Attendant. TOTALLY TUBULAR!!!

Skills: 
- He used to be able to cast spells of fire, but that was completely eradicated the minute he chopped off his own wings, as they were the source of it.

- He is incredibly strong, albeit a little on the short size for a demon of his girth.

- He can do an infinite amount of reps, of everything. 

- He can make very inspiration quotes, most borrowed from his vhs videos.

- He can sing pretty damn well.

- He is a fantastic disco dancer.

- As a demon with a long lifespan, he had little that would really be a weakness. Though now that his wings were cut off, the source of many of his powers and resilience were gone, so he is about as strong as a demigod, if needed to be compared. 

- Negative attitudes

- He is a demon who draws strength from heat, so cold climates really get him down. (He'll still try to jog, though)

- Water. He can actually still swim in it, fairly well in fact, but it renders him to about the frailty of a human, in which he can be killed if in it. 

Weapons:  
- His weights
- His noggin 
- HIS BODY

Likes: Exercise, Fitness, Running, Disco, Boxing, 80's music, 80's slang, Swimming, Positive Attitudes, Group Efforts, Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees

Dislikes: Death, bloodshed, modern music, indie music, his shortness compared to most demons

- Stayin' Alive is his favorite song.

- The body hair used to be longer as well until he started shaving.

- His uses a nail filer to keep his horns from growing too long.

- Earth, Wind and Fire is his favorite band.

Mr. Fits stood among the rest of his old colleagues, many of which glared at him with utmost disgust with the change of his appearance. Many spat at him, called him names, even beat him for the ridiculousness that he has succumbed to. However, he did not mind, and wore the same big grin across his face like the work-out instructors in his videos. He soon stood before the elder demon, in which he did a quick bow.

"Hey there, gramps! Would you fancy a jog?"

"This game of yours is tiring, Butcher. You leave for a century to a place unknown so we couldn't find you, and you come back looking like a fool." The elder sighs, rubbing his temple.

"However, I am willing to give you one last chance to return to your former self. If you do not, you will be beaten to an inch of your life, considering that you no longer carry your wings, and you will be banished from our people for the rest of eternity. Do you understand, Butcher? "

"..." Mr. Fits stands, looking down on the ground.

"...well then? I assume we have an agreement? "

"...I think you should lighten up, gramps! Don't be a total snoresfest or that'll be totally bogus! All this killing for what? Enjoyment? That's totally lame, and not worth my time!" Mr. Fits spits at the elder's face, his grin not relenting.

"I'm done playing demon. I will be what I've been called to be. And that's a fitness instructor!"

Demons from all over soon flocked to Mr. Fits's position, their fists tightening and looking at him with rage in their eyes.

"So be it, Butcher. May you live the rest of your days blind and foolish if that is what you wish..."

"Blind? No, brother. I think for the first time in so many centuries, they're finally open." He kneels, ready to take the beating of his life in order to move on towards a new beginning.