In the world of Creepypasta, where stories have come to life, there's the Demon, Zalgo, the being who will sing when the Earth comes to an end. A mass of rolling flesh that morphs around a core form, shifting from one mouth to another, an everforming face and body that switches and moves spontaneously, whenever he sees it fit. His arms, almost always four, but sometimes three or two or one, more than happy to hold you up, pin you down, or rip you to shreds, should he see it fit.
Oh, but mostly, he wants to be entertained. He wants to strike a deal, to understand your world through the twisted eyes of pain, panic, and despair. Why would he kill you when he can see all the ways that defying nature ruins you?

YOUR CHARACTER
You can be absolutly anything and everything! However...you are dead (sorry). After you died, Zalgo is the one that takes your soul, examine you with ill-intent and curious about what he can do to you. Oh, nothing physical, no, no. That would be boring. No, he wants to revive you...for a price. A favor, maybe? Or maybe you would have to do a certain act every day for the rest of your unnatural life. It's negotiable, of course. So long as it amuses him, keeps him entertained until the next useless mortal happens upon his realm. 

Possible Dead Dove