Name
Phyrxus
Nickname(s)
Phy
Race
Daemon
Appeared Age
Appears to be in his early or mid twenties
Actual Age
Unkown | He lost count after the first century; all Phyrxus knows is that heâs been there long enough to have forgotten why his soul was damned in the first place. If one was to inquire as to how long he was in Hell, heâd simply reply with, âToo long.â
Gender
Male
Orientation
Pansexual- As long as youâre willing to spread your legs (and even if youâre not), Phy wonât be picky
Special Abilities
-High Chemical Tolerance: Phyrxus has no control over this ability and it is constantly active. He often wished he did for with it active it gives his malnourished body a high amount of chemical tolerance and makes it bloody hard to get the buzz he so very much craves. He views this âgiftâ as a nuisance more than anything as it forces him to have to take much higher amounts of the drug of choice to feel anything at all.
-Delirium: Phyrxus has come to greatly appreciate this ability for it enables him to make anyone see or hear whatever he wills them to. Though this gift has found a small place near his heart, he rarely uses it. If one were to ask him why, and if they were lucky enough to receive an answer, they would be replied with something along the lines of it being too much of a bother and associating with the filthy human worm babies gives him a headache. What he would not tell them is that messing with the minds of lesser beings pricks at his very small sense of moral. But that would never happen, because no demon in their right mind would have a conscious nor would he hold the human race with an ever so faint amount of respect. Right? Right.
Partner
Melina Dranic
Residence
Wherever Mel drags him or where he can get comfortable enough to sleep. Or get high. So, essentially anywhere.
Human Appearance
The body Phyrxus has claimed as his own upon arriving in the realm of the living is definitely not someone who falls under the general publicâs idea of âgood lookingâ. Sure heâs tall and has a thick thatch of unruly dark hair that falls into his eyes, and yes his face could be considered aesthetically pleasing, but his lengthy limbs carry little muscle and his scarred skin is pallid and sickly in such a way that within one glance, one would assume he has several unhealthy addictions.
Phyrxus stands at approximately 6â1.5â and if he were to stand on a scale, most would be shocked into wonderment as to how he could still function properly with so little bodyweight. He is sickly thin to the point his paper-like skin is stretched so tightly over his sharp, angular bones that in some places they seem to protrude. If he was to expose his torso, one would discover the ink covered canvas does not completely lack muscle. He has faint muscle definition etched between his very visible ribcages and thin, wiry muscles entwined throughout his undernourished limbs. The means for this slight muscle definition is most plausibly from his many and frequent bouts of late night physical activity.
His poor physique is absolutely littered in ink. Running vertically along his spine is the inking of a fishâs skeleton. The ribs of said skeleton branch out to meet his own painfully noticeable ribcage and towards the bottom of the black and white depiction the skeletal tailfin stretches to brush where the back of Phyâs hips jut out. On both his arms it is a rarity to find a sizable patch of pale skin that is free of ink as both are intricately threaded with black and greys. Though both arms have different, seemingly random designs, they both share a common theme; eyes. For the few intellectuals that know of Phyrxusâ unique ability, they might connect it to this common theme. Each eye was so carefully crafted that it appears to hold a different emotion from its predecessor which ensures no two are alike. Aside from the eyes, there is no other theme or pattern to his unconventional display of individuality.
Everything has its flaws and strong points and Phyrxus is no exception. Though his appearance is very evidently flawed, he does have his aesthetically pleasing features; his face and its features being one. Its structure is of that to be admired. His jawline gracefully swoops down before angling into a narrow chin and his nose sharply angles down in a straight slope from where it is evenly positioned between his most memorable features; his eyes. From a distance they appear a dull, darkish colour but once a closer view is acquired, one would find they are not dull, but instead quite stunning. They are of a variety of purples, which grow in intensity towards the edges of the irises. The outermost ring of the iris is such an intense shade of purple that it appears black and around the pupil is its lightest point.
Phyrxus honestly couldnât care less about aesthetics and because of this his attire usually consists of whatever he can get his hands on and finds comfortable. Comfort is a big thing when it comes to Phy. If he finds anything uncomfortable or scratchy, he has no qualms of simply stripping down right then and there. He finds nudity to be the most comfortable state and if it wasnât for the protests of his roommates and the public law (which he cares nothing about), he would be a full-scale nudist. Unfortunately, because of his roommate, he cannot be in his preferred state and falls back to walking around shirtless. One article of clothing he can never seem to go long without, however, is his socks. He has an absolute fetish for socks and is almost never seen barefoot.
Personality
Phyrxus is definitely not known for his charms or gentleman-like behavior. He looks out for himself and rarely comes to the aid of others as it is a hassle and his personal ideology is that the less annoyances living on the planet the better. Phy treats the average human with a constant level of indifference and a hint of distaste (though depending on the person those hinted levels will rise or fall). He views the general public as irritants that constantly fester and aggravate his skin and are the case of severe migraines. The only good thing Phyrxus has discovered of the human race is that they are skilled in the craft of manufacturing drugs and a quick way to find sexual satisfaction.
He finds no need to associate or get to know the humans as he feels they are all the same in one way or another. The only time he does he does with slight reluctance and is only to purchase and/or steal his chemical pleasures, or to hunt out a bed partner for that night.
Phy is an addict of many things all ranging from a colorful assortment of drugs to exciting sexual activities, the feel of an adrenaline spike to simple comfort, and even the peace and escape a fictional world printed on paper provides to the unique feel of soft material caressing his feet that only socks could provide. All of these Phyrxus has come to appreciate of the human world.
In Phyrxusâ short time spent on Earth he has picked up a rather offensive and sometimes obscene form of speak, often adding unneeded curses from all sides of the colour spectrum. The disapproving looks he receives from both his speak and appearance does nothing to deter him as he honestly couldnât care any less about the opinions of others and finds it utterly pointless to get worked up over petty and overall insignificant opinions.
He is rather primeval, preferring to listen to his most basic instincts; survive and reproduce. Though primeval, he is in no way unintelligent nor is he inept. He is actually quite the opposite. Phy enjoys sitting down with large, wordy books for they are as just as much of an escape as his assortment of drugs and chemicals. He could lounge for days, surviving only on cigarettes, cheap booze, and a good book (if his malnourished physique wasnât evident enough of this).
In the many moments of solitude Phyrxus has shared with the human world he has learned to become quite observant. If given the chance he could sit still for hours just observing his surroundings and contemplating the significance of all the finer details his mind had absorbed.
Likes
- Socks
Probably not you
Peanut butter
Any form of drugs. Whether it be caffeine or cocaine, alcohol or LSD, Phy has tried âem all and is willing to do it all again.
Sleep. If you must wake him, I suggest you do it indirectly and with minimal contact lest you desire to have your hand bitten off as thanks
Sexual pleasures and activities
Cigarettes and alcohol. They may not be the most entertaining of drugs, but they are easy to come by and because of this they have become close to his favorites
Body art.
Hidden and deeper meanings. Phy likes to over analyze everything and find the deeper meanings hidden behind those that are obvious
Puzzles and riddles. He enjoys solving them as they force the brain to work in a way it usually wouldnât
Damp weather.
Comfort.
Quiet.
Discovering obscure and remote places that remain hidden to most
Dislikes
- You.
Liars. Typically, Phyrxus treats everyone equal: with a heaping pile of indifference and a dash of irritation. But, if you lie, he will be sure to express his mal feelings towards you.
Milk.
The heat. It reminds him too deeply of his homeland
Irritants. Aka, humans.
Excessively bright lights. He can handle the sun just fine, but those annoying, flashy neon signs and strobe lights can go die in a hole.
Felt. The feel of rubbing it the wrong way just sends his skin crawling
Sugar.
Public humiliation. Whether it be to himself or others, he would never truthfully express his distaste of watching someone be publicly humiliated and stripped of their dignity and honor.
Polluted air. This is rather ironic considering he spends most of his time sucking smoke into his lungs
Unnecessary movement. This includes and is not limited to: getting up to eat, bathing, clothing himself, going out in public, talking to Irritants, and anything else he can survive without doing
Going a day without brushing his teeth. He absolutely detests the feel and taste that is left in his mouth if he does not routinely brush his teeth every day and night.
Quirks
-Phyrxus is the kind of guy that just honestly can never seem to find where he misplaced all his fucks. So, if you are in the mood to jest at someone or just looking for a shoulder to cry on, it would be wise to search elsewhere
-He is almost always missing at least one article of clothing
Biography
Phyrxus was reborn and grew up in a more⊠undesirable part of the underworld (not that any of Hell could be desirable). Violence was a constant presence in his life and he quickly acquired the means and skills to survive. His favorite ability came into play many a time back in his hometown for if he was ever stuck or cornered into a fight that did not bode well for him, he would simply cause the assailant a slight hallucination and then make his escape.
Phy did not associate with other demons because the longer he hung around them or let his guard drop, the closer he was to a near inevitable and painful annihilation. He spent most of his time in the underworld avoiding conflict and frequently found himself slinking through obscure crevasses and uninhabited areas. When he did decide to come out of the dark, it was under the protection of his hallucinations and to acquire (steal) the necessities of survival.
Reason for Banishment
During one of his rare excursions out of the shadows, Phyrxus was unfortunately caught off guard as he was stealing assorted valuables to sell and didnât have enough time to conjure one of his illusions before he was severely injured and dragged off to hellâs version of court. Unfortunately for Phy, the âcourt systemâ was quite backed up at the time of his conviction and had to spend this waiting period in the âwaiting roomâ. The waiting room would be better described as a torture chamber. Assortments of weapons specifically designed for demons lined the blood stained walls and the rusting floors were decorated in red. Phyrxus spent days in the waiting room where his captors and tormenters kept him suspended in a state between life and death so to ensure he felt every bit of damage done to his body. After getting beaten and tortured to the point of near death for days on end, he was then âfairlyâ tried and found guilty. Guilty of what? Phyrxus is still uncertain. His punishment was several more long years of torture that sent his mutilated body screaming in blood curdling agony. He endured the torture for the next years and was surprised to find that one day it just stopped. He waited for days, months, possibly years in solitude chained to the wall that had served as his home during these pain filled years and was driven to near insanity waiting for the inevitable return of his tormenters. It was almost a relief to Phyrxus when they finally did return after what seemed years. He prepared his body for the long awaited torture and was shocked to find none came. His body was instead roughly unhooked (yes unhooked. He was suspended on the wall by chains and rusting hooks pierced through his flesh) and tossed to the floor where he was once again picked up by the neck and dragged out of the waiting room. His limbsâ relief was short lived as he was then suspended in a similar fashion as he was in the waiting room to an iron pole in the center of a highly populated area. According to one of the demons, he was to be put on display as an example. Hellâs authorities made a brief speech to the other blood lusting creatures and gave them all permission to do whatever they wished to the prisoner as long as he was kept alive. To Phyrxusâ displeasure, the other demons were far more⊠creative in their torture than the ones in the waiting room. He was publicly tortured, on a few occasions even publicly raped, and overall publicly humiliated in every way possibly imagined. After so brutally being stripped of his dignity, the authorities topped of the humiliation by banishing him to the pathetic human world.
Other
Try not to piss him off.