Lucian [Incubus]

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General

Name: Lucian Raelle.
Gender: Male.
Age: 332.
Orientation: bisexual; prefers females.
Species: Incubus.
Powers: Sexual prowess; feeds off confusion, despair, sins of other people; carries a sleek, semi-auto pistol.

Personality

Positive traits:

x Fun-loving and laid back.
x Eloquent and charming.
x Cunning.
x Independent.
x Confident and comfortable in his own skin.

Flaws:

x Flighty and noncommittal.
x Ruthless and inconsiderate.
x Arrogant.
x Selfish.
x Rebellious and spiteful.


Fears: "As contradictory as it sounds, I fear both the immobility of being tied down and true loneliness. I am never happy in a situation where I cannot be around others for this deprives me both of my essential energies and my mental needs. I may be a bit of an attention whore."
Quirks: "If you've got a substance, I'll abuse it. I'm a bad-ass motherfucker and I drink, smoke, and have yet to die from overdosing. I also tend to smirk more than I smile. Hey, it's a habit."
Ideals: "What can I say? I like a nice piece of ass. I also enjoy long walks on the beach, especially if it ends in a hot roll in the sand. Call me shallow, but that's me. You don't come to me for deep conversations. Trust me, we'll get along better if you know how to have fun. Don't take yourself too seriously, honey. I don't."
Overall: Lucian is the bad-ass standing on the street corner of every hormonal girl's fantasy. He's got no regard for rules and is, all in all, just looking for a good time. Although he rarely takes things seriously, he definitely knows how to live life to the fullest, and he's not afraid to take risks. Luc is selfish and disloyal, a habitual liar, but he's a damn good fuck and he knows it. In others, he values a bit of variety although he tends to get along with those who are similar to himself. He absolutely hates stuck-up, self-righteous assholes, but he'll have no problem loosening them up.

Appearance

Hair colour: Dirty blonde, like most of my characters.
Eye colour: Dark red-violet. Think of Cindy's kickass Manhattan nail polish.
Markings: A twin set of hellish runes tattooed over his shoulder blades.
Clothing: Dark, silk button down shirts that he leaves unbuttoned at the throat. Trenchcoats and jackets are preferred along with black combat boots, dark pants.
Height: 5'10".
Weight: 146 lbs.
Overall: Pale skin and fair hair contrasts sharply with the darker colours he prefers to dress himself in. At first glance, he could almost be mistaken for a dark angel, but that impression is dispelled as soon as his dark red-violet eyes come in sight. This demon is tall and lanky, hovering right above the underweight category. He carries himself with loose confidence, always bearing a devil-may-care-let's-go-do-something-fun demeanour. (optional)

History and Social

Family: Unknown. Maybe he crawled out of Satan's ass.
Love: One out of every ten women and one out of every twenty men.
History: Unknown; here having the meaning of I am lazy. (optional)