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Doesn't like talking about his age
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Ranges anywhere from hipster to suits to 'bad boy' depending on how he's feeling and where he's going.

Genderbent Wesix; Owner of Love Bites

Wes
Icarus (former)

Human: Medium olive
Demon: Purple-ish blue, see gallery

Lean, kinda slim, hella muscles tho

As a human, he still has slightly pointed ears that can be passed off as a defect. They're not as long or pointed as his demon form, but they're a good mark of his non-humanness. Other than that, he's considered to be 'flawless,' a charm that comes with being a Daema

Also has a pair of gorgeous golden feathered wings, as seen in the gallery.

And horns, also in the gallery.

And a long, typical devil's tail

Human: The same, ahem, chest piercings as his demon form. A line of piercings up his ears, the lobe ones being small hoops. Snake eye tongue piercing.
Demon: See gallery.

6'2

Raven black

See gallery

N/A

Light violet

Daema (Incubus)

• Seduction: He can seduce anyone that has a sexual attraction to anyone, doesn't matter if they are gay, straight, or whatever. The only people that this doesn't work on are people that are asexual.


• Glamours


• Minor shapeshifting (human/demon)


• The ability to tell what one person wants more than anything in the world, even if that person doesn't even know that's what they want


• Minor telepathy


• Slight sunlight manipulation

i fuckin hate filling this out because i'm shit at explaining

Uhhh, okay. Lively, spontaneous, slightly reckless. Gives off major Big Sibling vibes around the regulars at the bakery, since he'll dish out advice and chat with them without a problem. Discounts are given out to everyone but the people on his bad side, so having to pay full price for a muffin is a way to see if you're the dick of the town. Flirty to a point. Lots of people are minors to him, so he refuses to do anything with them. He will, however, help a pal out of they're questioning their sexuality, specifically if they're ace, since his powers of seduction are useless against the aces. Seems to know everything that goes on around town. Just generally super friendly and helpful, but also playful and youthful. Slightly full of himself, but whaddya gonna do.

Baking, flirting, eavesdropping, giving out advice, teasing, reading, flying, looking up at the sun

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Jk, sorta. No physical flaws because he's a being of seduction, ain't got time for flaws. But as I've stated before, he's slightly arrogant and reckless, and impulse control goes off the fritz quite a bit.

Vhessea
Jynney

Doesn't really do religion, but he doesn't not believe, y'know? More like an acknowledgment that all cultures have their gods and beliefs.

Ur funny

Milkshakes

Gold

Birds

Owner of Love Bites

Crete

OH BOY
Long ass time ago, roughly around 2697 BC. And it's less "birth" and more "creation" day.

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Daema can be created two ways. One is through the usual summoning ritual. Another way, a very rare and damn near unheard of way, is if a god favors the dying, loves the dying.

They bring back the one they fell in love with, but in a different form, a slightly twisted form, bound to no contract but fiercely loyal to the god that saved them without knowing why. Without knowing the love that had resurrected them, even if they had known in their mortal life.

That is how Wesix was created.

He doesn't remember his past life, but he had been lively. Spontaneous. Reckless. Foolish. He still contained some parts of his old traits, but those traits were coated by a sexual and sensual undertone. Now almost everything he did, knowingly or not, was meant to seduce and allure. But back then? He had fallen hopelessly in love with the sun, and it cost him his life in the end.

His father had been a foolishly brilliant man, always concocting strange ways to appease his boisterous son's wishes. One day, Wesix, once named Icarus, had asked for wings to fly with. His father had obliged, granting him a pair of wax wings coated in brilliant feathers. Icarus took these wings to the highest cliff he could run to and made it his mission to greet the sun he had admired for so long.

He jumped.

He flew.

But the wax could only hold for so long. The closer he got to his beloved sun, the more the wax melted and scorched his skin. But Icarus didn't care. He flew higher and higher, a grin on his face that could rival any light. He laughed as he lost air. He turned on his back and watched the sun as he plummeted to the roaring sea. Skin scorched, feathers lost, eyes trained on the sky.

As Icarus fell, the sun fell with him. The god that upheld that mighty task raced after that reckless mortal with an intent to save him.

But it was too late, and ill-fated.

So as the sea crashed just yards away from the mortal's mutilated back, the god wrapped his arms around the young man and held him close to his chest. The last thing a smiling Icarus felt was a warm kiss to his forehead--

And then Wesix woke up in the forest, suddenly created without a summoner, but an urge to look to the sun and smile every hour, every day.

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