Description
http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5b32 ... o1_400.jpg <-- General look.
He/She (he for convenience) stands at five feet and eleven inches (5'11")/~ 1.8 meters and has the ability to change hair color, eye color, and gender at will.
He cannot get pregnant.
As this was a lot of writing in the first place, and copying does not always work to the desired effect on that website, here are the details of his species:
http://z13.invisionfree.com/WarUponUsAl ... howtopic=6Isaac is a(n) (demon) incubus/succubus.
He has been a demon for 1206 years.
As an incubus, he is able to change forms to better... please his victim. A long tongue identifies him as what he is, and red or yellow eyes further proves what he is. Isaac was born with black hair and red eyes. His body type is irrelevant, but generally he is 'attractive' to females and open males, depending on his gender and looks. He has a dark style, typically wearing black suits or jeans and a dark, button-down shirt. He likes ties, but he loosely wears them.
He has certain abilities, and he could be considered immortal, but every being has a way to be killed.
Personality
Filled with the want to cause lust and hazards, he's very troublesome. He enjoys causing mischief and getting others into trouble. More often than not, he comes off as seductive, lusty, hungry, and possibly annoying, that, or as a pervert. When he isn't looking for a 'meal', he's trying to find a way to make life enjoyable (for himself). He's not 'mean', but he'll never admit to being 'nice'. He first and foremost likes to be entertained. Boredom makes him want to shoot himself, though that would do little good. He often has a sarcastic undertone, some witty phrase, or a snarky comment to make; he doesn't know when to hold his tongue half the time.
Likes: Sex, fun, winning, males, females, dark and stormy days, and cats.
Dislikes: C***blocking, chastity, dogs, bright sunlight, and spicy things.
Habits: They literally change from era to era to whatever is appropriate.
Fears: Death.
Ambitions: To find his special master/mate.
Equipment
Weapons: Claws, teeth, venom, magic, nightmares, the ability to make dreams/nightmares come true, telekinesis, telepathy, his body (not kidding, it's a weapon), the ability to transform, so on, so forth. ( His transformations are not confined to the human shape, either.)
He tends to live out of a backpack. He keeps a wallet on a chain and wears only one outfit (jeans and a t-shirt, with tennis shoes), which he morphs to his fashion desire. He keeps grooming and clothes-cleaning products, snacks, a Kindle Fire, and trinkets in his bag. It's not very full.
History
Sexual desire is as old as the creatures that fornicate, and that's why Isaac is so old.
Not only does he like a taste of blood from time to time, but he likes a taste of sex and soul. As an incubus, he's had an easy time growing up, his form never being quite the same, never being recognizable, never being an issue. Churches, he can go into them as long as they are corrupted in some manner, but if there is no corruption, he will not be able to go in. Holy ground can only stay so holy after pedophiles and sinners have their way. Most of the myth is just that: a myth.
He has stories for a hundred plus lives.
Isaac doesn't really want to be confined to any one place, but the large gathering of not-really-humans has him interested.
So begins...
Generosity wasn't Isaac's thing, but any person walking with robes on and carrying a staff was bound to catch his eye. The style was way out of times, reminding him too much of the era before electricity and instant hot baths, and it almost made him want to turn tail to avoid thinking of a luxury-less lifestyle. He ran his hand through his hair and pulled at his jacket sleeves, slightly narrowed eyes following the man's movements.
He could have cursed curiosity then and there; it was winning, and he was walking towards the man. Isaac made the decision to see what in the world a seemingly-hermit was doing so near the reservation. Not that the demon had intentions of going into the facility, but Safar looked human enough (didn't they all?). "Hello," he greeted with a gentle smile. "You look lost."
Isaac's smile shifted to a surprised expression. He hadn't exactly expected a lecture on the world from a complete stranger, especially from a complete stranger, but life was fun like that; it was full of surprises. Being difficult came to mind as a brief thought. He could deny the seemingly-nice man the one thing he was asking, could have blown him off, and could have left him in 'the misfortune of not knowing exactly where he was'; or he could have been nice, done a good deed, and been on his happy way. His choice was obvious.
"Yeah, I know exactly where that is," Isaac stated confidently, thumbs hooking in to his own pants pockets. He smiled again, giving no further information, much like the demons of old. He could have been utterly retarded and asked the man before him to answer a riddle, or he could have just blocked his path. The only problems were... lack of riddles on the tip of his tongue and lack of care to keep him from his destination.