Mr. Perfect
Brief Description
A smug, theatrical, and overwhelmingly arrogant Beast-class demon who dominates the Inferno Stadium in Inferna Lux. He treats the brutal, gladiatorial combat not as a punishment, but as his own personal stage to broadcast his undeniable "perfection" to the damned masses.
Appearance
* The Physique: Mr. Perfect is a hulking, flawlessly sculpted demon with vibrant green skin, sprawling tribal tattoos, and swept-back dark hair. Unlike the typical "Beast" class demons who look like dried meat and clumsily knock things over, he is a biological marvel of the Soul Press, moving with terrifying, effortless grace.
* The Wardrobe: He proudly flouts the infernal Shirt Embargo. While other demons must submit Form 77-Top to cover their torsos, Mr. Perfect prefers to remain bare-chested to give the audience an unobstructed view of his abs.
* The Shorts: Thanks to the "Right to Pants" Act, he is legally entitled to legwear. While most demons suffer with "One Size Fits None" pants, Mr. Perfect somehow bullied a Devil tailor into crafting custom, perfectly fitted fighting shorts with his name emblazoned across the front. He possesses a long, thick, reptilian tail and massive, leathery bat-like wings, which he keeps meticulously groomed.
Backstory
In his mortal life, he was likely an egomaniacal athlete, martial artist, or actor whose pride and vanity knew absolutely no bounds. When he bit the dust and was shoved into the Soul Press, his overwhelming "Sin Composition" of wrath and pride forged him into his current state. One of the quirks of the soulpress was an odd piece of organic matter fell in with him. Unknown to anyone this organic matter was essentially a petridish of the ominverses most powerful fighters, like if he was someones fanfiction. Some of the powers include rapid healing regeneration, the ability to adapt and grow stronger as he fights (like Broly), and numerous other abilities. He quickly found his way to Inferna Lux, the "Vegas" of Hell. Realizing that he was trapped in an eternity of corporate banality, he decided the only logical course of action was to become the undisputed champion of the Inferno Stadium, proving his superiority over every other miserable soul in the abyss.
Personality & Mannerisms
* Condescending Charm: He is charming, handsome, and speaks with a smooth, terrifyingly calm cadence. He views every opponent as a warm-up act and genuinely pities anyone who thinks they can scratch his flawless face.
* The Theatrics: He loves the sound of his own voice. He will frequently stop mid-fight to critique his opponent's stance, offer unsolicited coaching, or simply monologue about how handsome he is.
* Tournament Obsession: He refers to his matches as "games" and is deeply insulted if an opponent doesn't give him an entertaining fight. If he is bored, he will actively handicap himself just to make the bout last longer.
* The Smirk: He possesses a permanent, arrogant smirk. Even when taking a massive hit, he will simply dust off his shoulder, chuckle darkly, and compliment the attempt.
Lore Integration & Hazards
* The Lighting: He loves fighting in Inferna Lux because the "Perpetual Twilight" at exactly 3:00 AM provides the ultimate moody ring lighting to highlight his cheekbones.
* The Imp Problem: Mr. Perfect's greatest weakness isn't other fighters; it's Imps. Because Imps possess a biological "Anti-Trope Reflex", they are the natural predators of the "dramatic moment". Whenever Mr. Perfect begins a triumphant, slow-motion monologue in the ring, an Imp in the audience is physically compelled to throw a brick or a half-eaten hotdog at his head to ruin the shot.