Demon Name: Ixrafael Vescorva Numïn
Human Name: Darius Vincent Hawthorne
Human Age: Appears to be in his early 20s
Gender: Male
Sin: Gluttony
Demon: Hell yes.
Likes: “What don’t I enjoy?”
Dislikes: “People who deny me what I want.” Starvation; and his boring job in Hell.
Fears: Starvation
Hates: Emptiness
Time of Day: Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks in between.
Piercings: In demon form, no. In human form it varies. He can look any way he pleases.
Tattoos: There are black tattoos that twist down the length of his arms to the tops of his hands and join behind his shoulders. They resemble jagged vines and they can be seen in his human guise. This may be the best way to identify him.
Demon Form: Ix’s mane reflects the color of his skin, though his complexion changes colors as he wills it. He can appear pitch-black, dark-red, brown, and any other varying shades. His eyes are a vibrant yellow, but can shift to red or black depending on his mood. His horns spiral outwards from his crown and extend eighteen inches. As mentioned above in the tattoo description, his tattoos tend to glow when he uses black magic or same as his eyes, when he’s in a certain mood. His physique is lean and athletic, but can easily change depending on how bad he binges. “Eh, I’ll sleep it off.”
The demon is capable of sprouting wings from the foot-long incisions in his back. His red tail is two meters, fleshy and he uses it to grab things or slap stupid people.
Imp Form: Ix can transform into an imp, small enough to perch on an unsuspecting mortal’s shoulder and fill one’s head with his mischievous ideas. He has bat-like wings and a long, naked tail. His skin is red like it is in his demon form, but can also vary from shades of red, browns to blacks.
Personality: “Let’s see, my hobbies are eating, drinking, hoarding, eating, drinking, eating, sleeping, eating, and uh…yeah eating.” There isn’t anything that Ix can’t eat—so he believes. He can eat anyone and anything, and drink even the most experienced alcoholic under the table. His stomach can seem like a bottomless pit with how much he can consume, but the demon does have a visible limit. He can expand to great sizes before he nods off to a drooling sleep.
Despite his gluttonous hobbies, the demon is a demon. He is a troublemaker and isn’t afraid to show bad manners in public. What does he care? Stupid humans.
If there is anything out there the demon hasn’t tasted before, he makes it his mission to get his hands on it. He will eat a restaurant out of business, drink a bar dry, and snatch candy from babies. Mm…babies. He must be watched at all times!
Not seen without: “I want to say food but times can be tough.”
History: Ixrafael helped oversee the Third Circle. While the souls who had the misfortune of being sent to such a place wailed and screamed to be free as intestines and animal parts were being shoved down their throats, Ix became envious and hungry. While they got free servings of endless amounts of food, he was standing there starving not allowed to eat any of it for it would interrupt the soul’s punishment.
It was between mouthfuls that one of the souls spoke of the food of the mortal realm and how he missed its taste. He mentioned cakes, steaks, fries, burgers, and other foods with strange names. He described the food to be sweet, sour, buttery, and flavors Ix just couldn’t imagine. Was there food up there on the surface better than demon meal?
The demon became eager to fill his stomach and quench the thirst of his curiosity. Real food…as he munched on a mere bowl of demon meal when he and the other gluttons were on break, he couldn’t help but stare at the meager portion. A bowl of demon meal for busting his ass for centuries? There were humans dropping into Hell like flies for indulging too much in the food above. The soul had to be telling the truth!
Ix didn’t waste any more time. The demon sprouted his wings and fled Hell for the surface. Unfortunately, when he emerged in the human world, his hunger pains felt like nothing he had ever felt before. Weakened and on the verge of dying and plunging back into the land of the damned, Ix curled up in the form of an imp next to a trash can he had appeared by, waiting for his end and in no mood to see his punishment when he returned to Hell. No fate was worse than what he was experiencing.
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