Brookview-Academy: Daz (New and improved)

Timezone: Eastern
Full Name: Dazreal (Nickname-Daz)
Gender: Male
Species: Prince of the demons
Age: 3053

Class Year: 1st or is he now 2nd
Main Class/es: Ninja skills, Pokemon training
Dorm: To be added later

Abilities: Can summon demons by way of bone, can change between human form and demon form.

Likes: When people, especially demons, obey him. Being lazy.

Dislikes: People that disobey him.

Personality: Simply put, he's a brat with a temper. You're know when he's mad when the lights that make hiss eyes flare up like flames. He hates being tied down to the school with only to abilities, but he's learning to get over it, slowly. His human self is much more polite and calm (he chose a human he liked from the fiery pits of hell. The only reason the human was there in the first place is cause he was bored of heaven. Dazreal, in his human form, acts like the human he chose.) He can still be a little uppity about being tied down *metaphorically* but he handles it better.

History: Here, this is the day before he came to school.
Dazreal, a powerful demon, renowned for his power and for being the son of the devil himself. Also renowned for being a lazy, undisciplined brat. His father had left him alone for a long time. He had his work, why deal with the boy. But as time would have it, he had to confront Dazreal, the boy was to be his eventual successor.
The older demon approached his son, who was lounging on a soft rock of limestone, tying two imps' tails together.
"....Dazreal, may I speak with you?"
"Oh hi dad, couldja wait a bit, I'm busy." The boy let the imps go and they tried to fly away from the other, going nowhere. He laughed meanly, "They're so stupid!"
"Dazreal." The Devil's voice came out stern as he grabbed the foot of one imp. The imp burnt to ash as well as the other imp, receiving a disappointed whine from the son. "I need to discuss your behavior. I have several reports and I don't like what I've heard."
Dazreal sat up and crossed his arms, "Whatever you heard, isn't true. They just wanna make me look bad."
"You talk to the rotten human souls, making their torture less....torturous."
Dazreal huffed, saying that the human's had more interesting stories than the deman around here.
"That's another thing Dazreal. You.."
"Dad," Dazreal interrupted, the glowing lights in the sockets of his skull flared a bit, "I go by Daz, not Dazreal. Sounds cooler."
His father just continued, "You don't have the respect of the demons you should have. You play pranks, annoy, and ignore them. The respect of the demon's is far more important than your amusement. You are my heir, you must act like my heir."
"But Dad.."
"That being so I'm enrolling you in a school on Earth."
Dazreal's eyes flickered now, "......What?.....Wait what!?"
"I found a nice school, more creatures than humans."
"Dad.."
"I've given them specific orders to teach you how to be a proper demon lord."
Dazreal would have gritted his teeth if he had a lower jaw, "Dad...."
The older demon just continued, ignoring his son for the moment. He spoke about the class he would like his son to take, and that he'd be restricting most of Dazreal's powers.
"WHAT!?!"
"You may only have two abilities Dazreal. You may only change your form into one thing and one thing only, a human, you may choose how you look."
"But Da..."
"If you ever find yourself in trouble at all, you can summon demons to help you. Just throw one of your bones on the ground and a demon, specifically assigned to that bone, will appear."
"DAD! I don't wanna go to school.....and gimme the rest of my powers back!"
The Devil sighed, looking down at his son with dark eyes, "These decisions are final. Without all your powers, maybe you'll be more humble, and until you show that you are worthy of being my heir, you are going to school." He turned to walk away, ".....You will be leaving tomorrow, go figure out how you want to look by then." Then he left.

Additional info:
- He gave his human self a new haircut.
- That crown always floats over his head, he cant change that.
- Even the smallest of demons, made by his toe bones, are strong, but fear the femur bone demon.