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┤Lust Demon├
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┤Theme Song├┤No FC├
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┤Lust Demon├
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┤Theme Song├┤No FC├
┤Has a very very cursed necklace in with his things├
I don't care what you think/As long as it's about me
┤Full Name├
Cyris Theo Herron
┤Nicknames├
Cyr
┤Gender├
Male
┤Sexuality├
Pansexual
┤Height├
6'4
┤Hair Colour├
Black
┤Eye Colour├
Light Brown/Gold
Cyris Theo Herron
┤Nicknames├
Cyr
┤Gender├
Male
┤Sexuality├
Pansexual
┤Height├
6'4
┤Hair Colour├
Black
┤Eye Colour├
Light Brown/Gold
Dance, Dance, we're falling apart through half time
┤Appearance├
Cyr is tall, with black hair which falls in loose, messy ringlets around his temples and the nape of his neck when left untamed. His golden, almond shaped eyes give him a sharp, cat-like look, shining in harmony with his light-olive skin. He sports a firm, defined jawline, a strong, straight nose, and a low, defined mouth. The soft shine and immaculate styling of his hair, coupled with his flawless skin, could fool the average viewer into thinking they're looking at a particularly well-bred pride demon. Indeed, with his broad shoulders and carefully maintained musculature, which shows off his strength without unnecessary bulk, he looks very unlike most lust demons, who tend to be either petite and flashy, or willowy and elegant.
Cyr's body is long in the waist and narrow in the hips, accentuating the definition of his chest and his wide shoulders. His muscles aren't for show, it's apparent that he's worked specifically for a core-centric, slender muscle mass, focusing more on definition than size. He would be lying if he said he wasn't proud of how good his inguinal crease looks when he wears his pants low. He holds his body straight and tall, and he certainly draws attention.
There are small hints, however, that he is truly a lust demon. His skin, for example, despite the hardness of his muscles, still feels soft, like silk over metal. The hair on his body is fine and light, and even if he ever wanted to grow a beard, he can't. His eyelashes are long, and frame his eyes, which sometimes evens seem to glow in the light. His nails are well groomed, soft white halfmoons and immaculate cuticles. His palms are soft and uncalloused, though his fingers are long and broad. He also has a tattoo low on his back, framing the underside of his sacrum, something subtle and black, with thin, swirling lines. He thinks it's funny.
Cyr prefers tight shirts and pants that show off the carefully maintained lines of his body. A well placed rolled sleeve, or slightly unbuttoned shirt, a single earring dangling to highlight the curve of his neck, a ring on his thumb, or the faintest touch of makeup make him feel powerful--noticed. He doesn't often show excessive skin, but sometimes a nice turtleneck doesn't leave much to the imagination. Cyr favors natural colours and dark tones: maroons, blacks, navies, alongside golds, browns, and neutrals. He typically wears formal clothes when he's out in public--suits and ties with subtle gold chains and pocket squares. White undershirts, vests, coats. When he's alone, or in close company, he prefers solid shirts, often t-shirts, and slightly less fitted pants.
He takes pride in his appearance, and takes care of himself well, perhaps to excess, but it shows.
Cyr's body is long in the waist and narrow in the hips, accentuating the definition of his chest and his wide shoulders. His muscles aren't for show, it's apparent that he's worked specifically for a core-centric, slender muscle mass, focusing more on definition than size. He would be lying if he said he wasn't proud of how good his inguinal crease looks when he wears his pants low. He holds his body straight and tall, and he certainly draws attention.
There are small hints, however, that he is truly a lust demon. His skin, for example, despite the hardness of his muscles, still feels soft, like silk over metal. The hair on his body is fine and light, and even if he ever wanted to grow a beard, he can't. His eyelashes are long, and frame his eyes, which sometimes evens seem to glow in the light. His nails are well groomed, soft white halfmoons and immaculate cuticles. His palms are soft and uncalloused, though his fingers are long and broad. He also has a tattoo low on his back, framing the underside of his sacrum, something subtle and black, with thin, swirling lines. He thinks it's funny.
Cyr prefers tight shirts and pants that show off the carefully maintained lines of his body. A well placed rolled sleeve, or slightly unbuttoned shirt, a single earring dangling to highlight the curve of his neck, a ring on his thumb, or the faintest touch of makeup make him feel powerful--noticed. He doesn't often show excessive skin, but sometimes a nice turtleneck doesn't leave much to the imagination. Cyr favors natural colours and dark tones: maroons, blacks, navies, alongside golds, browns, and neutrals. He typically wears formal clothes when he's out in public--suits and ties with subtle gold chains and pocket squares. White undershirts, vests, coats. When he's alone, or in close company, he prefers solid shirts, often t-shirts, and slightly less fitted pants.
He takes pride in his appearance, and takes care of himself well, perhaps to excess, but it shows.
My heart is on my sleeve/wear it like a bruise or black eye
┤Personality├
Intense║Prideful║Playful║Cautious║Introspective
Intense║Prideful║Playful║Cautious║Introspective
Cyr's personality is, at a distance, mercurial. He can code switch between the polite company of his family's friends and entertaining guests of his own. He switches seemingly at random between haughtiness, flirtatiousness, and coldness. In truth, Cyr is hyper-vigilant of others, and is forever trying to figure out how others want him to act. What will get him the most attention, the most affection, really anything at all. He just really wants attention. He doesn't hide it. Truly, he doesn't care if he gets found out, he doesn't think his true self is a secret, he just doesn't think he's particularly likeable without the flirty, confident demeanor. He is a lust demon, after all. He should act like it, right?
Cyr is quite reserved and watchful, evaluating others before deciding what face to put on for the occasion. While the demeanor might be an attempt to hit the right note, impress the right people, or charm someone he likes, he still wears his heart on his sleeve. Through the filter of his mask, Cyr's feelings leak--frustration, longing, pettiness--like subtle, bitter notes. He grows attached to others easily, especially those who meet two criteria. 1. He likes them. 2. They give him attention. Casual touches, fleeting glances, they make his heart melt. He does a lot of flirting, but being flirted with is an entirely different story. By the same coin, however, when he feels he's not getting the attention he deserves, he can become petty, expressing small gestures of discontent. He feels that he puts in a lot of work to be likeable, and when people don't like him, that's just not fair.
Cyr loves it when he's in his element, all eyes on him, watching for the tilt of his chin, the quirk of a smile, waiting for the next thing he might say. He's great at talking a lot but saying nothing. Constantly turning the conversation back to the other person, flattering them, hanging off their every word. The way he flirts with those he's not interested in is far different than the way he flirts with those he likes. Soft touches and wide smiles, laughter, no small amount of flattery, he can flirt with anyone if he feels like it. He is quick to pick out the things about a person they love most, and dredge praise, which drips easily from his mouth after a childhood of interacting with pride demons.
With those he's interested in, however, his entire demeanor changes. Though always a watcher, and evaluator, he spends far more time just studying the object of his interest. He may be a lust demon, he is, at heart, a hopeless romantic, and though he knows that many of the demons he shows interest in are either not the sort his parents would approve of, or, due to the hierarchical structure of hell, very few powerful demons of that size would be interested in a lust demon so large and strong. At least, not in public. Despite this, any fleck of attention from those who hold his interest is gobbled up ravenously. Cyr may not look like it, but he pines. He spends a lot of time in his own head, imagining scenarios and playing out scenes. What did that look mean? That sigh? He's memorized many mouths, the napes of many necks, where those soft, short hairs fall, they way they hold their wine glass, how their spine curves when they walk... He knows he has particular tastes, and that he'd have more luck if he relaxed his standards, but so many demons are so...so...small. He'd break them.
Though Cyr is well versed in the etiquette of social society, and the finesse of flirtation, and he can carry it out with confident ease, on the inside, he's soft and gentle, thoughtful and swooning. These are the things he hides away, though even he doesn't realize it.
Cyr is quite reserved and watchful, evaluating others before deciding what face to put on for the occasion. While the demeanor might be an attempt to hit the right note, impress the right people, or charm someone he likes, he still wears his heart on his sleeve. Through the filter of his mask, Cyr's feelings leak--frustration, longing, pettiness--like subtle, bitter notes. He grows attached to others easily, especially those who meet two criteria. 1. He likes them. 2. They give him attention. Casual touches, fleeting glances, they make his heart melt. He does a lot of flirting, but being flirted with is an entirely different story. By the same coin, however, when he feels he's not getting the attention he deserves, he can become petty, expressing small gestures of discontent. He feels that he puts in a lot of work to be likeable, and when people don't like him, that's just not fair.
Cyr loves it when he's in his element, all eyes on him, watching for the tilt of his chin, the quirk of a smile, waiting for the next thing he might say. He's great at talking a lot but saying nothing. Constantly turning the conversation back to the other person, flattering them, hanging off their every word. The way he flirts with those he's not interested in is far different than the way he flirts with those he likes. Soft touches and wide smiles, laughter, no small amount of flattery, he can flirt with anyone if he feels like it. He is quick to pick out the things about a person they love most, and dredge praise, which drips easily from his mouth after a childhood of interacting with pride demons.
With those he's interested in, however, his entire demeanor changes. Though always a watcher, and evaluator, he spends far more time just studying the object of his interest. He may be a lust demon, he is, at heart, a hopeless romantic, and though he knows that many of the demons he shows interest in are either not the sort his parents would approve of, or, due to the hierarchical structure of hell, very few powerful demons of that size would be interested in a lust demon so large and strong. At least, not in public. Despite this, any fleck of attention from those who hold his interest is gobbled up ravenously. Cyr may not look like it, but he pines. He spends a lot of time in his own head, imagining scenarios and playing out scenes. What did that look mean? That sigh? He's memorized many mouths, the napes of many necks, where those soft, short hairs fall, they way they hold their wine glass, how their spine curves when they walk... He knows he has particular tastes, and that he'd have more luck if he relaxed his standards, but so many demons are so...so...small. He'd break them.
Though Cyr is well versed in the etiquette of social society, and the finesse of flirtation, and he can carry it out with confident ease, on the inside, he's soft and gentle, thoughtful and swooning. These are the things he hides away, though even he doesn't realize it.
Drop a heart, break a name~
┤Likes├
┤Muscles├─Cyr is fond of strong people. He likes maintaining his figure, and he appreciates other people who do it too
┤Romance├─He doesn't show it much, but Cyr is a hopeless romantic. It's just that his tastes don't often align with those of the objects of his affections.
┤Gossip├─Cyr can't help it. He loves immersing himself in other people's drama.
┤Hobbies├
┤Combat├─Cyr loves martial arts, fencing, anything with close-quarters combat.
┤Cooking├─While not much for domesticity, Cyr loves cooking. His food is usually spice and protein forward, with bold combinations.
┤Eavesdropping├─Cyr can't help but listen in when things are happening around him.
┤Dislikes├
┤Domesticity├─Cyr hates cleaning and maintaining a house. He'd rather be out, doing things.
┤Expectations├─Everyone always thinks he should act a certain way, look a certain way. Cyr disagrees.
┤Down-time├─Cyr dislikes having nothing to do. Having nothing to do leaves him alone with his thoughts, and he doesn't want that.
┤Fears├
┤Loneliness├─Though he's come to terms with it, he still fears that he might never find someone for him.
┤Being Misunderstood├─Though he can't help but hold up a mask, Cyr fears that no one will ever really understand him for who he is.
┤Failure├─Cyr has put in a lot of work to keep himself safe. Messing up and putting his position in jeopardy frightens him more than anything.
┤Muscles├─Cyr is fond of strong people. He likes maintaining his figure, and he appreciates other people who do it too
┤Romance├─He doesn't show it much, but Cyr is a hopeless romantic. It's just that his tastes don't often align with those of the objects of his affections.
┤Gossip├─Cyr can't help it. He loves immersing himself in other people's drama.
┤Hobbies├
┤Combat├─Cyr loves martial arts, fencing, anything with close-quarters combat.
┤Cooking├─While not much for domesticity, Cyr loves cooking. His food is usually spice and protein forward, with bold combinations.
┤Eavesdropping├─Cyr can't help but listen in when things are happening around him.
┤Dislikes├
┤Domesticity├─Cyr hates cleaning and maintaining a house. He'd rather be out, doing things.
┤Expectations├─Everyone always thinks he should act a certain way, look a certain way. Cyr disagrees.
┤Down-time├─Cyr dislikes having nothing to do. Having nothing to do leaves him alone with his thoughts, and he doesn't want that.
┤Fears├
┤Loneliness├─Though he's come to terms with it, he still fears that he might never find someone for him.
┤Being Misunderstood├─Though he can't help but hold up a mask, Cyr fears that no one will ever really understand him for who he is.
┤Failure├─Cyr has put in a lot of work to keep himself safe. Messing up and putting his position in jeopardy frightens him more than anything.
I've been dying to tell you anything you wanna hear/'Cause that's just who I am this week
┤History├
The circumstances around Cyr's birth were largely hidden from the majority of people. Other than his parents, very few others know who he truly is. Both of his parents were Pride demons, but he turned out to be a Lust demon. Which implied infidelity, of course, but with their stature, a scandal like that (even though anyone who was anyone wouldn't say no to a rendezvous with a lust demon every now and again) would ruin their reputation. Their pride kept them together, and kept their child's true identity a secret. As he grew up, Cyr fit into the narrative better and better. He didn't look much like a lust demon, after all. And he took so well after his dark haired, golden eyed mother, that no one batted an eyelid at his parentage, except perhaps behind closed doors.
When he grew old enough to need to feed, they secreted him away to earth to take from humans. At that point, it was decided that they would need to marry him off without disclosing his true identity. After the marriage was secured, then, the new couple could deal with that on their own, far far away from his parents. However, after a lifetime of doing what he was supposed to, and putting his parents wishes before his own, Cyr put his foot down. All of the suitors whose parents pushed their darling son or daughter his way were of no interest to him. They were too small. Like puppies or kittens. Cyr knew that he would be too much for them, and he'd never took pleasure in hurting others. But the sorts of demons he was interested in, those who could match him in strength and size, were more often than not entirely uninterested in him. And so, a period of great loneliness began in Cyr's life.
His parents, however, very much wanted to get rid of their shameful son, who couldn't even get being a lust demon right. Before this most recent Gala, which Cyr was obligated to attend for social reasons, they made a deal with another demon to marry their son, sight unseen, for a considerable parcel of land and money. Right after the gala, he quickly learned, he would be sent off to live with the new demon, whose name he didn't even know yet. All he has is a necklace that, according to his parents, was sent by the mystery demon for him. And according to the guards, it has some sort of unidentifiable but extraordinarily powerful curse placed upon it.
When he grew old enough to need to feed, they secreted him away to earth to take from humans. At that point, it was decided that they would need to marry him off without disclosing his true identity. After the marriage was secured, then, the new couple could deal with that on their own, far far away from his parents. However, after a lifetime of doing what he was supposed to, and putting his parents wishes before his own, Cyr put his foot down. All of the suitors whose parents pushed their darling son or daughter his way were of no interest to him. They were too small. Like puppies or kittens. Cyr knew that he would be too much for them, and he'd never took pleasure in hurting others. But the sorts of demons he was interested in, those who could match him in strength and size, were more often than not entirely uninterested in him. And so, a period of great loneliness began in Cyr's life.
His parents, however, very much wanted to get rid of their shameful son, who couldn't even get being a lust demon right. Before this most recent Gala, which Cyr was obligated to attend for social reasons, they made a deal with another demon to marry their son, sight unseen, for a considerable parcel of land and money. Right after the gala, he quickly learned, he would be sent off to live with the new demon, whose name he didn't even know yet. All he has is a necklace that, according to his parents, was sent by the mystery demon for him. And according to the guards, it has some sort of unidentifiable but extraordinarily powerful curse placed upon it.
