if i tell you who i really am and you refuse to believe
me, i can hardly be blamed for your disappointment.

backstory

a restless and determined entity, born half demon and half hellhound, not an ounce of mortality coursing through his bloodstream. he spent the first few centuries of his life guarding the gates of hell, alongside his siblings born from the same pack. it wasn’t until his 666th demon year birthday that an offer was presented to him by his maker; to inhabit earth and corrupt human morality, turning them away from everything they know and edging them down the dark path of depravity. he accepted the offer, tired and growing disinterested with the constant routine.he was the only one from his pack who found even the slightest bit of interest in the human realm— or anything, for that matter. those surrounding him content with their reserved seats in eternal damnation. he was different, refusing to settle for less.the day he set foot on earth, he was given the appearance of an introverted university student at the age of 29, blending into society as an ordinary handsome man on his 5th year of attaining his PHD while actively working for law enforcement as a crime scene investigator and detective. admired by his peers, which isn’t hard when he has the ability to compel and make them forget any experience he doesn’t see fit. more specifically, the late nights meetings where he’s seeking help with studies, only to help himself by latching onto their carotid artery, draining the blood from their body yet not enough to kill them or when he’s coincidentally on the site of the murder scene minutes before it’s reported, the taste of blood still prominent on his tongue with no trace of him left behind.having access to all criminal files and being the one called when his chief needs assistance works in his favour. the school board or the local police department never thought to question the successful, seemingly honest student of his whereabouts, considering his generous donations that keep the university afloat. along with the slight intimidation they couldn’t seem to shake. a black and red kawasaki ninja motorcycle is his desired choice of transportation, matching the color scheme of his helmet decorated with devil horns. enjoying the freedom of speeding down the side streets despite his demonic ability to teleport wherever he pleases. reserved for the silence that encloses him in the solitude of his bedroom, barbed wire wrapped around his heart and heavily uninterested in letting anyone get too close, he cares deeply for those who show sincerity in their friendship with him, devout to protecting them with his life.

appearance

he stands tall at 6 feet 4 inches, two silver hooped snake bites etched into his lower lip, matching the piercing on his right eyebrow and a frenum bar, few are lucky to get the chance to see.tattoos adorn and sleeve both of his arms, a sigilism tattoo inked in black on the back of his neck that connects to the mark of skeletal wings on his latissimus dorsi muscles.his hair jet black and curly frames his face when he gives it the chance to grow out, reaching just above his shoulders.his eyes a shade of deep crimson red, almost passing for dark brown, which glow when his emotions are heightened- positively and negatively.when he walks through the doors of his rather large home, enchantedly cursed with a spell that causes it to be unseen to normal eyes, a pair of sharp black horns appear perfectly symmetrical on the top of his head, exceptionally sharp fangs replacing his regular canines and with every full moon, his hellhound form takes over as he finds himself lurking in the never-ending abyss of trees just outside his home.

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