Description: Malice has eyes like an empty void, as black as the soul residing within his withered husk of a heart. To those astute observers, he has no shadow and to those who watch where he walks, he leaves no trace nor mark.

Name: Malice Briarheart

Age: 30
Sex: Male

I am: Staying long term

I am a: Heartless demon, surviving off of the emotions of other creatures and over time leaving them in a state of continual depression and sorrow. Nothing is more pleasurable to him then to devour away a lover's passion, to consume the love that they feel and leave them only with an empty shadow of what once was.

Personality: Malice is a demon of the most refined quality. He is sharp with his tongue, often finding the most sensitive of topics to a subject and they artfully twisting them until the victim of his words is drive to tears or anger. He views the whole process of emotional distress to be akin to a marinade on a quality cut of beef. While lacking any actual desire for flesh, outside of perhaps consuming it, he will press a woman (or man) if he believes that it will grant him a chance to reap out their emotions for his pleasure. Pain, discomfort, sorrow and of course heartbreak are among his favorite emotions to see in people, but he is a patient creature and will wait for the suffering to build before he tears is out, leaving behind broken lives.

Being a proper gentleman, he demands that all of his needs be serviced exactly to his desires and specifications, for woe be to the servant who would dare serve him the wrong spoon for his afternoon tea. Malice will not tolerate any insult from lesser beings either, and should he ever find a spot of dirt on a piece of flatware or within his chambers that he did not intentionally place to frustrate a servant, he will not take such a slight against his person lightly.

Fears: Long ago, Malice withered his own heart, draining dry any love or compassion that he might have once felt. It is these emotions he fears, should he ever feel them himself, he might be driven to cut the offending organ from his chest.
Dreams: Malice dreams of becoming a high demon lord, of having a full staff of personal servants to perfectly serve his every whim without mistake. This is more than a simple fantasy for him, he believes this to be his birthright as a noble gentleman of proper heritage.

Other: Malice feeds on emotion with a small tendril located at the base of his wrist, completely invisible to humans, otherworldly creatures may see it slithering out as he goes to feed from an appropriate victim. He himself is above killing, not for any moral reasons but because he believes he is too important of a person to do something so beneath his effort, better to order another to do this for him