Corporeal Forces: 3 Strength: 6 Agility: 6

Ethereal Forces: 4 Intelligence: 8 Precision: 8

Celestial Forces: 5 Will: 12 Perception: 8

Vessel: human male/2, Charisma +1

Skills: Chemistry/3, Computer Programming/2, Dodge/3, Driving/2, Electronics/3, Emote/4, Fighting/5, Knowledge (Physics/2, Research techniques/2), Large Weapon/3 (bat), Ranged Weapon/3 (shotgun), Savoir-Faire/1

Songs: Laughter (Celestial/4), Lightning (Corporeal/1, Ethereal/1, Celestial/6), Machines (Corporeal/1, Ethereal/1), Motion (Ethereal/2), Shields (Corporeal/3, Ethereal/1, Celestial/1), Tongues (Ethereal/2)

Discord: Addiction/3 (cigarettes)

Attunements: Calabite of Dark Humor, Prank, Rant of Scorn, Knight of Derision

Neumann started out life as a happy-shiny insipid Ofanite of Lightning, but he didn’t last long. Jean was just too worked up about stuff, you know? 'Don’t break this.' 'Don't touch that.' 'Don't try to take a motorcycle along with you when you're using your Attunement.' What an absolute tight-ass that one was. Really, getting booted out was all right by him. Falling was a pain, but Neumann figured that he'd probably be happier Downstairs anyway.

And, wouldn't you know it, Vapula was even worse? Didn't want any scruffy Freak interfering with his precious experiments, oh no. Not that the Prince has anything like an actual clue about what he's doing, of course: Jean might have been an absolutely humorless bastard, but at least he could run an experiment. Vapula's just throwing together random crap in the hopes that something Goes Boom. This wasn't turning out to be nearly as much fun as it looked for the new demon.

Luckily for him, Kobal was taking resumes. Yeah, now this is the life for a Calabite: just as much chance for random acts of destruction, but if you pick your targets right and use those Ethereal Forces, you can get away clean. Kobal doesn't seem to care much what you do, or who you target, as long as it's funny. Neumann can handle funny. He had to save it all up while trapped working for that stuffed shirt upstairs.

Neumann's preferred targets are the self-righteous and anybody who talks without thinking. His favorite trick in the whole wide world is to wait for some moron to say the immortal words, "And may God strike me down dead if…" - and oblige him with a fast Song of Lightning. That's rich stuff there. It's gotten him in trouble with Servitors of Fate and Factions (all things being equal, Neumann would rather whack somebody unpleasant than, say, a nun. You never know when you're going to need somebody dumb enough to help the injured), but so what? They ought to find smarter mouthpieces, or at least funny ones.

Personally, Neumann's an odd one for a Calabite: he's bright, subtle and likes to save his ire for what he considers worthy targets. It's not so much that he's evil (although some of his victims would disagree with him): Neumann's favorite targets usually aren't well liked by angels or other humans anyway. It's just that he's got no sense of restraint in chastising them. After all, why let them live? It's not like they're capable of learning better. To put it another way, most people can distinguish between laughing at the thought of somebody dying in an appropriately macabre manner and laughing at the sight of it: Neumann sees no reason why he can't do both.

Still, a sufficiently tolerant (or casually violent) group of angels would actually find this guy tolerable. After all, he really does have a wicked sense of humor.