Post by Ife on Aug 24, 2006 12:25:36 GMT -5
Name: Ife
Gender: Male
Race: fire/ dark demon
Corner Preference: fire
Age: suspended at 28
Description:
Ife is a seducer; his looks can tempt any woman to lust for his touch. Short shaggy black hair sets on top of his head that goes down to cover just the tops of his deep hazel eyes and long eye lashes. His jaw is strong and his lips are smooth tannish pink color. His dark tan, height (6’2”), and muscular build adds to the enticement of his looks and charm. Around his right wrist is tattoo that snakes around his wrist twice and ends on the top of his hand. The tattoo is black and red and its design is a rose with thorns looking like it piecing his skin. His other physical features that define him are pointed ears that are hidden under his hair, his incisor teeth are long and sharp at a point, and he has two long scars that go down the length of his back. The scars are where his dark demon wings sprout from his back when he calls upon them. His attire is that of a rogue, long black traveling pants, a deep crimson red tunic, a long black cloak, a sword on his belt hilt, and a pack on his back containing supplies.
Personality:
(History related things to help better understand)
Ife was born from a fight between two lovers, a witch and a warlock. The witch of fire and the warlock of darkness, their power thrown together forged him. Their anger and hate was all poured into him, from then on they loved each other and their relationship was grand, but it cursed Ife for life. He would be cursed to never have a relationship that would last, either pain, anger, or death would end his relationship. He would never be allowed to love.
(Likes/ positives)
Ife, part fire, enjoys heat and the comforts of the sun. He also like fast paced gathering. Part of darkness, he likes the night life too, parties and gathering where he’ll have a fun time. Like any male, he great enjoys the company of a woman, even if it be for a short time in which her life will most likely end after ward.
(Dislikes/ negatives)
Many women after spending a night with him will die in his arms. To stay suspended at his young age he needs the elixir or blood to sustain him. He refuses to let his youth slip away when he has never tasted true love. Once he has a mate he will stop and spend the last of his life with them, but because of his curse he’ll never be able to do that.
As much as he hates be alone Ife travels by himself so as to not be hunted down for the loss of the woman he seduces and leaves dead. As much as he hates to steal the life of the woman he must to keep up his search. He also has a short temper some times and will resort to a fight. One of the only things that can make Ife lose his control on his anger is when he sees a couple fight; they have something special that he can’t have and they are just going to waste it on petty little things.
Skills:
• He can steal woman’s blood using his fangs to stay suspended at his age.
• He is a half decent fighter, but not the best.
• He is a fire demon and dark demon, but he can’t manipulate fire or darkness, he is just immune to its touch (except if it is a great amount that is to much for him to handle).
Sample Post:
Fire from the depths of hell forged my soul
Creating the sprit and mind of my persona
Darkness from the shadows molded my flesh
Giving me a vessel to walk the earth with
A fight of the Fire witch and the dark Warlock,
Each in love, but in a fight
Through which
I was born
Their power thrown at each other that day
The hot raging flame sure to kill
The darkness screaming of death
Came and meet in the middle
Two complete opposites of life created a life
A life I shall be cursed to have
For a life created in the rage of lovers
Should only create one who shall be cursed to never love
Their rage taken out on me
And poured into my soul
Their hatred taken out on me
And poured into my soul
Their fight taken out on me
And will forever be scared on my soul
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The reminding of the story kicked Ife. He hated his parents for creating him, for giving him such a life. Yet, nothing he could do to change it. He’d be cursed to this life. To never know love and have it fill his soul and erase the anger, hatred, and fight in him. Ife was never to have his happy ending. Until he some how found love, he would have to resort to taking the lives of woman around him to sustain his life. He would stay with woman one night and if he didn’t feel a difference in them he would leave the next morning; their body most likely a corpse by then.
Irritated with himself, his parents, and his cursed life Ife didn’t feel like finishing what he was doing at the moment. His body went rigid. Sweat still pouring down his body from his activities and the heat around him. Looking down at the blond hair woman below him he lost his lust for her quickly and decided to end this and spend the rest of the night alone in the darkness. Lowering his head he started to kiss the base of her neck.
Giggle—“Ife, why did you stop? Hey that tickles. Wait what ar…”
In an instant he knew again he had taken a life from another woman. Even in an effort to keep him a live and young it still took a cost on him and his mind. His teeth retracted from her neck and his mouth starting to suck in the hot blood. The taste was something he didn’t regret. The taste to him, a demon, was great. His eyes going red in his Iris and the whites of his eyes going black as the blood raced through his body. Sharp talons started to come forth from his fingers, and giant black wings started to rip the scars on his back open again to release them. As they erupted from his back Ife rose from the woman, now a corpse. A deep growl escaped his lungs as the demon of him started to take over. Blood dripped down his lips landing on the woman’s body. His voice no longer the charming tone he carried to seduce woman, but a demonic scratchy voice. The sound of his voice seemed like cries from hell.
“To ever lasting suspended age.” Deep unearth like chuckle came from his throat. “It be the price I pay, but it is you mom, dad that make me live this way.”
Getting up Ife grabbed his pants, put them on, and placed the rest of his clothing in his pack. If he tried to put them on they would only be ripped open later. Lastly, digging in his pack he grasped a deep red rose. Smelling it once he before he laid it in the woman right hand. It was his last gift to his victims on their way of passage. Without looking back he grabbed his pack sword and flew off into the darkness of the open night.
Gender: Male
Race: fire/ dark demon
Corner Preference: fire
Age: suspended at 28
Description:
Ife is a seducer; his looks can tempt any woman to lust for his touch. Short shaggy black hair sets on top of his head that goes down to cover just the tops of his deep hazel eyes and long eye lashes. His jaw is strong and his lips are smooth tannish pink color. His dark tan, height (6’2”), and muscular build adds to the enticement of his looks and charm. Around his right wrist is tattoo that snakes around his wrist twice and ends on the top of his hand. The tattoo is black and red and its design is a rose with thorns looking like it piecing his skin. His other physical features that define him are pointed ears that are hidden under his hair, his incisor teeth are long and sharp at a point, and he has two long scars that go down the length of his back. The scars are where his dark demon wings sprout from his back when he calls upon them. His attire is that of a rogue, long black traveling pants, a deep crimson red tunic, a long black cloak, a sword on his belt hilt, and a pack on his back containing supplies.
Personality:
(History related things to help better understand)
Ife was born from a fight between two lovers, a witch and a warlock. The witch of fire and the warlock of darkness, their power thrown together forged him. Their anger and hate was all poured into him, from then on they loved each other and their relationship was grand, but it cursed Ife for life. He would be cursed to never have a relationship that would last, either pain, anger, or death would end his relationship. He would never be allowed to love.
(Likes/ positives)
Ife, part fire, enjoys heat and the comforts of the sun. He also like fast paced gathering. Part of darkness, he likes the night life too, parties and gathering where he’ll have a fun time. Like any male, he great enjoys the company of a woman, even if it be for a short time in which her life will most likely end after ward.
(Dislikes/ negatives)
Many women after spending a night with him will die in his arms. To stay suspended at his young age he needs the elixir or blood to sustain him. He refuses to let his youth slip away when he has never tasted true love. Once he has a mate he will stop and spend the last of his life with them, but because of his curse he’ll never be able to do that.
As much as he hates be alone Ife travels by himself so as to not be hunted down for the loss of the woman he seduces and leaves dead. As much as he hates to steal the life of the woman he must to keep up his search. He also has a short temper some times and will resort to a fight. One of the only things that can make Ife lose his control on his anger is when he sees a couple fight; they have something special that he can’t have and they are just going to waste it on petty little things.
Skills:
• He can steal woman’s blood using his fangs to stay suspended at his age.
• He is a half decent fighter, but not the best.
• He is a fire demon and dark demon, but he can’t manipulate fire or darkness, he is just immune to its touch (except if it is a great amount that is to much for him to handle).
Sample Post:
Fire from the depths of hell forged my soul
Creating the sprit and mind of my persona
Darkness from the shadows molded my flesh
Giving me a vessel to walk the earth with
A fight of the Fire witch and the dark Warlock,
Each in love, but in a fight
Through which
I was born
Their power thrown at each other that day
The hot raging flame sure to kill
The darkness screaming of death
Came and meet in the middle
Two complete opposites of life created a life
A life I shall be cursed to have
For a life created in the rage of lovers
Should only create one who shall be cursed to never love
Their rage taken out on me
And poured into my soul
Their hatred taken out on me
And poured into my soul
Their fight taken out on me
And will forever be scared on my soul
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The reminding of the story kicked Ife. He hated his parents for creating him, for giving him such a life. Yet, nothing he could do to change it. He’d be cursed to this life. To never know love and have it fill his soul and erase the anger, hatred, and fight in him. Ife was never to have his happy ending. Until he some how found love, he would have to resort to taking the lives of woman around him to sustain his life. He would stay with woman one night and if he didn’t feel a difference in them he would leave the next morning; their body most likely a corpse by then.
Irritated with himself, his parents, and his cursed life Ife didn’t feel like finishing what he was doing at the moment. His body went rigid. Sweat still pouring down his body from his activities and the heat around him. Looking down at the blond hair woman below him he lost his lust for her quickly and decided to end this and spend the rest of the night alone in the darkness. Lowering his head he started to kiss the base of her neck.
Giggle—“Ife, why did you stop? Hey that tickles. Wait what ar…”
In an instant he knew again he had taken a life from another woman. Even in an effort to keep him a live and young it still took a cost on him and his mind. His teeth retracted from her neck and his mouth starting to suck in the hot blood. The taste was something he didn’t regret. The taste to him, a demon, was great. His eyes going red in his Iris and the whites of his eyes going black as the blood raced through his body. Sharp talons started to come forth from his fingers, and giant black wings started to rip the scars on his back open again to release them. As they erupted from his back Ife rose from the woman, now a corpse. A deep growl escaped his lungs as the demon of him started to take over. Blood dripped down his lips landing on the woman’s body. His voice no longer the charming tone he carried to seduce woman, but a demonic scratchy voice. The sound of his voice seemed like cries from hell.
“To ever lasting suspended age.” Deep unearth like chuckle came from his throat. “It be the price I pay, but it is you mom, dad that make me live this way.”
Getting up Ife grabbed his pants, put them on, and placed the rest of his clothing in his pack. If he tried to put them on they would only be ripped open later. Lastly, digging in his pack he grasped a deep red rose. Smelling it once he before he laid it in the woman right hand. It was his last gift to his victims on their way of passage. Without looking back he grabbed his pack sword and flew off into the darkness of the open night.
