Description
Though Iori may choose any form previously memorized, the one most often presented is the following.
He is lithe and limber while still appearing muscular. His dark skin is almost amber in colour and covered in what appear to be graceful and smooth white scars in the forms of demonic runes. His waist-length ivory coloured hair seems to move almost as if it is alive, often caressing the sides and shoulders of this demon. He wears no clothing, but actually shifts the pigment, shape, and texture of his skin. In this way he is able to change "clothes" with a simple thought. His eyes, however, never change their colouring no matter what form he happens to take at the time. They are the deepest of purple, nearly black, at all times. He prefers to appear cleanshaven and youthful, perhaps in his late teens or early twenties. His features are fair, and generally prettier than any man has a right to.
Note: The eye color is flawed.Personality
Iori is mysterious as he is charming, and deadly as he is graceful. Capable of performing exceptionally in many different instances, his long demonic life has made him a jack-of-all-trades. From dancing, fighting, and art, to romance, debate, and the more carnal pleasures. His talents are many, and his tastes are varied.
The one flaw in his personality is his twin sister, Yori. When around each other they seem to feed off the other. Iori manages to becomes a bit more reserved at times, though reserved for the demon is still quite eccentric to many. The twins seem to compete in nearly anything, from flirting to gambling, and even fighting. However, when the two work together on the same goal, they're nearly unstoppable. Hells forbid should the same goal be a prospective bed partner.
Even so, Iori is flirtatious and can be the outright embodiment of several sins. He's fun, and he lives his 'life' on his terms.
The Twins are extremely protective of each other, but this is generally only in regards to extreme danger. Jealousy has no place between them.
He can be mischievous and downright malicious one moment changing with almost no thought at all into childish or even flirtatious.
Equipment
None needed. He forms what he needs from his body, be it weapon or clothing. Thought generates reality.
History
Many millenia have passed since the Twins came into being, they were not twins as we know them, as they had no real form, simply a sense of being. They were not born they simply were. The depths of countless hells were their playgrounds. Though formless at first, it wasn't until a greater being formed the countless cosmos. The Twins were intrigued by this and went throughout them, learning more and more of these cosmos. At first they did not have the means or power to change the cosmos about them, and the being who had formed them no longer issued power into them. The cosmos had been left to grow, wildly and chaotically.
It was this chaos that intrigued the twins, having seen its like in the hells that they had often found themselves in. They went to several of the planes and worlds within these cosmos, learning all that they could about them.
Countless races and organisms traveled through the consciousness of the Twins, but it was the self-named "humans" that pulled them. They brought their existence to the plane of "man" and watched as the race evolved through the eons.
Over the course of their "lives" they learned to take the forms of many of the beasts and raves they encountered, furthering their knowledges by living amongst these beings.The humans, however, had not warranted any such involvement. The Twins simply did not think them worthy enough at the races' inception. Many of the fell deeds that "man" has placed upon religious symbols was more often than not the work of the twins, though there were other lesser demons that played their own little parts as well. The Serpent in the Garden, Odin and his Valkyries, and countless other stories were generally results of the Twins actions.
Their ancient souls, however, were much more powerful than that of man, and they were always learning new things at the expense of this race of beings. It wasn't until what mankind dubbed the "twenty-first century" that the twins started to hold particular interest in man.
They had watched the self-destructive path of humanity from its inception to its current state. While they had played roles in many of the religions of man, they were most intrigued of the fact that humanity seemed incapable of working together as a whole. Constantly fighting amongst themselves. It was this that fed the Twins' desire to stay on this world and eventually assume the forms of two siblings.
They live amongst these lesser souls now to personally watch the course which will be taken by mankind as a whole. They have no fear of death as they do not truly live, though the bodies they currently generate feels as humans do. For this reason the Twins find all things human interesting, from injury and sickness to the touch of another persons flesh.
So begins...
Iori Testadorian shimmered into existence just where his sister had predicted with an all too knowing smile playing at the edges of his lips. His form was drapped in heavy fabric, more purely white than any that could have been created by mortals hands; a collared coat with pearl buttons, and pants with white silk stripes trailing down to his tailored shoes. Raising a hand to her cheek, Iori leaned towards his sister to where his words would feather against her lips, teasingly. "And I could easily make you, Yori..." He pulled away from his sister with low chuckle in his throat and gestured towards the door of the establishment known as 'Gambit's Bar'. "Shall we then, love?" With a slight bow, he raised his upturned ivory-gloved hand for his sister to take while the door slowly sung open at his beckoning.
Iori Testadorian pulled his arm from hers and placed it upon the small of her back, though more low then a brother should ever touch a sister. Guiding Yori into the room, he looked down at her with lustful eyes, "A pretty thing, you say? We shall have to see... " His steps rang through the room with confidence and almost arrogance, though Iori was far too humble to show such a thing willingly. Stopping just before an all too common bar chair, Iori looked upon it and almost frowned. Such distaste these beings had here... but such was the way of humans. The lame wooden chair would then grow into something more symbolic of a throne with red velvet draping over it and intricate designs working into the wood. He released his hands from his sister's and sat upon it, then motioned for her to sit upon his lap, while dark violet eyes examined those around him... seeking out something tasteful for his beloved Yori.
Iori Testadorian closed his eyes as she squirmed in his lap, and stifled a moan that wanted to burst forth from his lips. After taking a few moments to calm himself, he would open his eyes again only to see his sister looking up at him, "Yes, Yori? What may I do for you to please my beloved sister?" One of his gloved hands went to her exposed thigh, stroking it tenderingly with each finger creeping further and further up her flawless skin.
Iori Testadorian used his other hand to bring Yori more closely to his chest, pulling her against his body provocatively while his other hand seemed to completely disappeared beneath the dress she was wearing. "I am sorry that there is nothing here that would suit your tastes, dear sister." His words were like silk against the nape of her exposed neck, causing the small hairs to rise and feather along his lips. "Of course how can you expect anything as lovely as your are to be in this place?" Iori placed a kiss there while his eyes were still busy with surveying those around him...
Iori Testadorian caught his breath at her movements into his lap again, and immediately brought his eyes to rest upon Natsuko when his sister called out her name. "Ahh.. our little friend, we meet again. It is good to see you, Natsuko." His arm around his sister grasped her to him a little more tightly while Iori struggled for his breath. "What... troubles you, Natsuko. I can sense your pain."
Iori Testadorian pulled his hand from his sister's dress and stared upon the glove for a long moment, before shifting it off of his body completely allowing it to disappear. A charming grin spread across his lips, as he brought his eyes back onto Natsuko... "Yes... we do not like to see others in our company weeping tears. Though I must say they make you look wonderfully beautiful with the way the light glitters off of your eyes."
Iori Testadorian arched a fine brow, "A secret you say, hm? And what would this little secret be?" He had heard her whispers, and chuckled. "And what would make our little friend not cry any more do you suppose?" Iori poked out his pink tongue and ran it along his lips while still keeping those piercing dark eyes on the kitsune's.
Iori Testadorian could not deny any wish that his sister made of him and brushed a hand through her hair, "If that is what you wish, Yori and if it is what would cheer up out little Natsuko." Iori shifts his sister in his lap, and leans towards Natsuko while placing hands to each side of her face; one gloved in white and the other now naked. Slowly, and with dark violet eyes locked onto her pink lips he touches his against hers in a seductively sweet kiss.
Iori Testadorian dropped his gloved hand from her cheek while the naked one still graced her flesh. "Hmm... and I have a request of the both of you... I want to see you two kiss." A chuckled bubbled up in his throat, and he leaned back in his chair lazily almost.
Iori Testadorian brought up his gloved hands to his lips to hide the coy smile there. This was very interesting to him in this moment and he enjoyed it very much so, though he would not verbalize it. Of course, Yori would feel this excitement as she was the only one in tune with his complex mind.
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Iori Testadorian closed his eyes and reached up for the back of the lavish chair, gripping it in his hand lightly. "Yes that was a most pleasing sight, Natsuko." He was feeling quite relaxed now and if one did not know any better, they would say that Iori had fallen sleep. Even his clothing had shifted and changed into something more luxurious and leisurely; A red velvet smoking jacket, and silks beneath that with fuzzy slippers on his feet.
Iori Testadorian chuckled, "Yes I do not sleep as I do not have the need to do such a thing..." He had caught her statement and nothing seemed to change in his demeanor in that moment. Iori did not even bat an eye, he was used to admirers though the only one he could ever truly love was his sister even while taking a few lovers here and there throughout time. He lifted a hand and trailed a finger down his sister's spine before reaching out with the same hand to caress Natsuko's cheek.
Iori Testadorian leaned over and smiled at Natsuko beautifully, and placed a lingering kiss to her lips while the girl was in his sister's embrace. "I love all... do not fret upon such a thing. But I shall be honest... do not expect you to be the only one that I love. As my sister has said, I give it freely and I am bound to no one."
Iori Testadorian feigned a yawn very much like a mortal would and simply disappeared from where he was sitting. Leaving his sister to perhaps once again tumble into the girl that was in there presence. It seemed that he had duties to attend to once again...
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The air around a lone armchair almost in the middle of the room shimmered beautifully and then a light descended as if a very angel was being sent down from the very heavens themselves. Left in the dying of the light was a man with ivory hair, perfect skin, and silken robes that hugged his neck until it flowed all the way down to his feet. He was... a truly beautiful man. Liquid eyes roamed around as the chair he sat it shifted and changed to fit his magnificence, until it was fit for his presence. An amused smile played around the edges of his lips, yet he remained silent for now.
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The man that had made such an entrance, or rather creature for he was no man, watched Yurikin as she walked across the room. A hand extended slightly from his body in which he then curled his silken fingers backwards, beckoning her to him. He was after all... a social creature of sorts.
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With a flourish of his beautiful hand, a golden goblet not even fit for a king formed in those long ivory digits. The immediate area around him suddenly smelled of thick blossoming roses, and the cup he lifted to his lips and sipped gingerly.
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The man upon the throne like chair now smiled with his kind-seeming eyes over the lip of his goblet before setting it down. There was very little that this creature could not hear, or pry from any mind. He was intrigued by the state of wonder he had instilled in Pelia. He rested his graceful arm upon his seat and dropped the glass only to have it shimmer from existence once again.
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