Short tale - Familiarity

The room is dark. Not pitch black, but dark enough that, upon entering, the first thing one would notice is not the sights of the books perched on the shelves, or the magical artifacts littering them, nor the efforts the inhabitant of this place made to turn it into a one-room-home.

It would be the smell. Calming incense, with a wild, harsh note from dried herbs, the addictive smell of old books, paper decomposing, telling of past stories. Life and death and something in between.

The room has been their home and prison for years now, for Meister and Monster.

It's clear from the presence of a neat little bed, the nest that hosts Meister's nightmares and dreams. The first years they were mostly of the first kind, but familiarity breeds a sort of comfort, even when you decide to self-relegate to a single room for the rest of your life, so that the cursed entity you bound yourself to can never be unleashed upon the world.

There's a little kitchen, a little studio, even a fancy area designed to have tea.

The warlock and his monster are having a cup each right now, sitting from one another, having a civil conversation. They don't forget easily their roles, but an external observer would have trouble framing Meister as their captor, and Monster as his tormentor.

The warlock is grateful that today Monster decided to respect his space, rather than hang by his shoulders like a monstruous mantle; perhaps it's true even for Monster, that familiarity bred comfort.

«We're not as vicious as we used to be» Observes Monster, almost amusedly. When it sips from its cup, the action is silent and polite.

Meister is not surprised its thoughts are echoing his own. After eleven years of living forcibly together, they are regrettably in tune.

«Are you complaining?»

«It's a mere observation»

«We can't have much. Peace is a start» Says Meister back, looking down at the caramel-colored liquid.

«We could have everything»

«If only we could get out of here»

«If only we could get out of here» Agrees Monster. Its temptations and Meister's threats are an old song and dance, and neither of them is as irked as they should be of chirping that tune anymore.

«Except we can. It's all in your hands» Resumes Monster

«I can. You cannot» amends Meister «You can't because I won't allow you. I will not because I refuse to let you loose on the world»

«Don't you miss what is outside? You've gone almost blind sitting here without ever seeing the sun». Monster's voice is charming, in its own way, with a buzzing, raspy quality to it that is dangerous and endearing. A faraway swarm of bees.

«Of course I do» Says the man, chastisingly. Meister is using the tone of voice that he used for his children, when they were much younger and asked for something they knew they couldn't have. Too much sweets, staying awake too late past their bedtime.

«One minute. You could peek your head out and be back before anyone could even notice. Just a flight of stairs and you could prepare your daughter's breakfast up there, see her put on her little backpack, and go out of the door»

«Ah, you know me well. What I wouldn't give...»

«Not even the effort of a couple steps it seems». Monster derides him, its voice becomes mean, like every time it gets impatient. It doesn't like to be denied.

Meister misses the outside world. He misses being able to follow his children out of the room, to be sure that they are doing alright. They're everything to him.

After school they will bring him news from their day, and ingredients for him to prepare them a meal. Sometimes they surprise him with a book haul, magic or not. After all, all books are magic in their own way. Even the pitifully ugly ones, those he can read for his kids aloud and laugh with them about, even those can create stories and fond memories.

He would die for his son and daughter. He doesn't even need to question that; which is why just waiting in a room doesn't seem so bad compared to the alternative.

Meister puts down his cup on the elegant tea table in front of them and rises from his seat.

«Are you done?» Asks the man, hinting at the tea.

«Never» answers the creature, referring to something else entirely.

They still understand each other, with no need for further explanations.

Meister gets both of their cups and goes to the sink to rinse them. He makes pancakes in silence. Their delicious smell somehow mixes well with the one that already permeated the room.

A series of little quick steps patters down the stairs, and both Meister and Monster raise their heads at once, as hares that perceive the presence of an hunting dog.

It's not a predator. It's Danni, the warlock's daughter; she's only twelve years old, and she looks minuscule with her red backpack on.

The creature is nearest, so Danni greets it first, with a kiss on the cheek.

«Hi, Dad's Monster!»

«Hello there, sweetheart»

«Hi Dad!». She trots over to her father to plant a kiss on his cheek as well.

«Hello, little possum». He hands her a dish with the pancakes and she squeals happily.

«Awww, you're the best, Dad!»

«Is Phantom coming down?»

«Yeah, in a minute»

«He will be late for school» he says, making a face, and picks up a smartphone that's nestled between a patch of black candles and knitting equipment. He needs to keep himself busy.

Phantom, his elder son, joins them after being summoned through texting. He's seventeen, strong and handsome, with dark hair and his father's blue eyes.

He's not nearly as affectionate with the Monster, but greets him from afar, polite enough. He's not like Danni, who seems to have an innate fascination for everything that could be considered scary; besides, Monster was already there when she was a toddler, and they quickly grew fond of each other.

Familiarity.

Before his kids go, Meister checks that Francis, the artifact doll he gifted his daughter when she was five, is still working fine, and controls that all the hidden sygils in Phantom's pockets and backpack work.

Both of his children accept a hug and kiss him on the cheeks again before they leave for school, and it takes all the willpower their father has not to go after them.

Sometimes he thinks that he's already descended into madness a long time ago. If he screamed nonsense at the walls and tried to fight Monster, maybe, if he acted insane in an insane situation, there could still be hope for him. Instead, he goes to sit on the couch and lets Monster approach him from behind, and put its chin on his shoulder to look at the book he has opened.

He lets it take a pancake from his pile and munch on it.

Meister had several grimoires he intends to re-read, but this time he just picked up a collection of entertaining spooky tales.

«One day I'll get out of here anyway» Says Monster, looking at the pages. The children's visit must have calmed it down, because there's no meanness in its voice now. «And when I do, what will you have gained from all of it? A life of deprivations, of us sinking our teeth into each other, and then I'll just slit your throat for your troubles».

Meister makes a non-committal noise, just enough to be polite and make the other know he was listening.

«Perhaps» The man concedes, putting on his reading glasses «Or perhaps I'll find a strong enough banishing spell first, and you'll be the one left with nothing but a handful of years trying to inflict mysery on others, before you get sent to oblivion»

«And I'll be free of you» they say at the same time.

Monster goes around the couch to sit down, comfortably close to the warlock. They both read together, in silence. Their reading speed was almost matching, but Meister was just slightly quicker: Monster liked to go back and re-read the paragraphs it had enjoyed. The man flips the page only when he knows that both are done.

Characters - September Aster

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Species: Human (Homo sapiens sapiens)

Complete name: September Mattia Aster

Gender: Male (He/him)

Height/Weight: 1,65 m / 63 kg

Body type: Just a little chubby

Occupation: Alchemist, adventurer

Smells like: Musk, marshmallow and burnt amber, with an hint of pineconese
S.O.: Heterosexual 
Birth date | Zodiac sign: September the 22nd | Libra, ascendant Leo

Hometown: somewhere in the USA, but his family comes from England and his main residence Is now in Sicily, Italy
Appears in: Co-protagonist in the book Urban Legends, but he also appears in the collection of short stories Quello che i Cactus raccontarono.


+++ September's Playlist on Spotify +++

Chaotic neutral | Wizard | Roamer

His plans are always crap | Cute potato adventurer | Trouble on chubby legs | Incredible wizard | Wanderlusting

"Now that I found your love
I could never let you down
Even when the times get rough
Nothing's gonna stop us now

We'll grow old
And we'll never be alone
And no matter where we roam
We'll be glorious
We'll be glorious and you know it's true"
"Glorious"- Adam Friedman

September is a powerful, eccentric young mage that loves traveling (mainly by feet), adventures, ancient ballads, fulfilling magical deeds and taming untameable beasts. He loves to learn and experiment; his morality may be a bit grey and ambiguous, but his gentleman's manners and his enthusiasm make him adorable. He loves to impress others and has a flair for acting and "drama". His main talents reside in illusionism, alchemy and hypnosis.
September makes a great friend, since he's loyal, a nice cook and a disgustingly rich person that has the bad habit of spending and squandering his money too easily. Even if he loves to have a comfortable "nest" to come back to, he can't resist the call of living la Vida loca and finding new, dangerous challenges to face.
He grew up in a war zone, even if he'd really rather not talk about it. September descends from a long bloodline of magicians, that is said to come from the famous wizard Merlin himself, and the Aster family members are usually referred to as "The Kings' counselors". He started his education as a wizard at an early age, following a renowned mentor together with Paul Hersen and Mefisto Calabrò and then moving on to research alone, maintaining friendly relationship with the two. Shortly after leaving their teacher, both he and Paul managed to (inadvertently) self-curse and ruin their own lives.
September imparted The Curse of the Beast on himself, a terrible spell that forces the victim to painfully turn into a feral creature every night and lose control of their own body. While traveling to try to get rid of this curse (which he later managed to break in the Village of the Sun, in Sicily) he met his favorite adventure companion. And the most incredible of his adventures really started...
September has a black and white female pet rabbit called "Mamma Coniglia" (it means Mother Rabbit in Italian), that his friend Furiadoro once found abandoned and pregnant and gifted to him.
He speaks fluently both English and Italian, and understands Latin and Ancient Greek pretty well.

Magic

His kind of magic is called balanced or grey magic. He can draw from any element of the pentacle in almost any combination except for the Earth element, but he's not particularly inclined towards any of them. To achieve such balance is a pretty rare feat among his fellows, that requires at least double the work of an "elemental" to achieve the same mastering of their own powers. For this reason, reaching September's level of skill is even more astonishing; it's possible for the grey magicians to achieve incantations impossible to others and be facilitated in certain tasks, such as the opening of portals and "street magic", executed without instruments.
Among the spells with "visible evidence", he mainly uses convoy and manipulation techniques taken from light or water magic, so the light that shines through is usually white or light blue.

He's Furiadoro's co-protagonist in the book Urban Legends, but he also appears in the collection of short stories Quello che i Cactus raccontarono (both works are in Italian).

Notes of style:

He has the tattoo of a Celtic cross on his forehead, that was traced when he was still a baby.
Set is quite the chilly guy, so he often wears warm, colorful clothes; he has a favorite lucky scarf, soft and striped with red and golden. The color combinations he fancies in fashion matters sometimes are... questionable, especially because he loves very vivid ones, but he knows how to dress elegantly if needed.
He has a big curved scar above his right hip and three for shoulder: white, long and thin, almost invisible, left by the talons of a Nosfertatu vampire.

He likes	He dislikes
❤ Dungeons ❤ Poetry ❤ Witchcraft and magic studies ❤ Board games ❤ Bunnies ❤ Books (The Harry Potter saga and Geronimo Stilton in particular) ❤ Traveling with his friends ❤ Scarfs ❤ Folk music ❤ Strawberries and pineapple ❤ Very dangerous and unstable creatures ❤ Colorful swimwear	💔 Boxe  💔 Hunting  💔 Slaughter of human beings, human wars included  💔 Bad cooking  💔 Being unimpressive  💔 His name being shortened as "Sep". Set is the correct form, according to him.  💔 Most undead creatures  💔 Eldritch dark magic  💔 Eating raw potatoes

Skills

[Possible levels: disaster | beginner | mediocre | good | very good | excellent | master] 

Physical	- Walking for long distances (very good/excellent) - Hearing at great distances (mediocre) - Smell (good) - Fencing (mediocre/good) - Wrestling (mediocre) - Standing fight / boxing (mediocre/good) - Pain resistance (very good) - Running (good) - Archery (good)
Language	- US English (very good in written and spoken, excellent in understanding) - Italian (very good in written and spoken, excellent in understanding) - German (good)
Music	- Guitar (good) - Drums (mediocre) - Piano (good) - Singing (good/very good) - Recoreder flute (very good)
Magical	- Creating light globes (very good/master) - Creating magic sygils (very good) - Creating mental illusions with his voice (master) - Creating simple illustrations with magical gesture (very good) - - - - - - - -
Misc.	- Cooking (good/very good) - Sewing (good) - Hunting small animals (very good/excellent) - Intimidate the opponent (excellent) - Learn quickly (very good) - Orienting in forests (very good) - Orienting in cities (excellent) - Shooting with guns (very good) - Planning murders (very good) - Video editing (very good) - Hacking (beginner)

Moodboard

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Gallery of images (Click to enlarge!)

September, Vlad, Furia and Paul Hersen	Cursed beast form
by kmdk13	by Lazy-perfs	by amaerise
by Animunitee	by Aria-suna-kunoichi	by rikise
by DeskaChan	by RoyGribbleston	By AriaSunaKunoichi
by Xxrosethestormxx		by SarottinaDeliriums
by SarottinaDeliriums	by AbbyPaintbrush
With Francesca Harker	By Unifurel	Side by side with Furiadoro
With Furiadoro	With Furiadoro (collab with Amaerise)	With two wolves
	With other characters from Urban Legends
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White dragons

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White dragons
(Verusdraco sapiens alba)

Origins
White dragons are one of those races that are considered to be “classic”, a term used to indicate a category of dragons which are not ancient nor recent.

They've probably been born from the cross of two old dragon kinds, now extinct, respectively known as marble dragons and golden dragons of the Black Valley; other influences from other subspecies may be involved, among which, rumors say, there could also be black dragons' blood. The amount of races that have had an influence on the creation of this splendid variety of Verusdraco is uncertain, a variety that is the only one that can sport a completely white coloration in modern times.

Appearance

White dragons are of average size, covered in scales that are generally very light in color. They can sport scales that are colored in pale golden, cream and even peach, but the coloration that's more common in this race, as well as exclusive to it, it's total white that makes white dragons look like living marble statues. The horns, that extend behind the head following the line traced by the forehead, are smooth and black, creating a strong contrast with the color of the rest of the body. They can have a third horn placed between the nostrils, but in females it's mostly just a black-colored plate.
The back is topped by a single row of extremely sharp and dangerous keratin tips.
White dragons' skin, if deprived of the scales, is liver-pinkish in hue or of a similar color gradation, usually lighter than average in comparison to other dragons. The scales have a rounded rim and are resistant, but very flexible.
The eyes, big e usually described as having a compassionate expression, can be of only two colors: light blue or yellow, even if light blue is more common and appreciated.
They're armonious dragons, never too heavy-looking, with big wings equipped with white membranes and a black keratin hook on the top.
The maximum height ever registered by a white dragon is seven meters and twelve centimeters (around twenty-four feet), with a wingspan that reached twenty-three meters (seventy-five feet).
Their tail is tapering, without fat accumulations, and it almost ends with an arrow-shaped, extremely hardy black keratin tip.
Since they possess a fast metabolism, in comparison to the dragon average, is pretty difficult, if not almost impossible, for them to fatten up.
Their fire can be of any color, but the most common one is pink.

Behavior
White dragons have a very high sense of justice and morality; they're able to sacrifice themselves for others or for an ideal. They usually speak in an elegant and refined way, as they're pretty gifted with languages and learn them quickly, so much so that a white dragon that speaks less than three idioms won't be considered much by a possible partner.
They have ancient rituals, inherited from the races they were born from, and they're devoted to the cult of the dragonixius, mytical alien creatures that, according to them, brought life on Earth and decided to create dragonkind by placing in the “Source of Life” (some sort of Primordial soup in a puddle on the summit of mount Horn) the dragon DNA.
They don't really have deities, but they respect anyone who might worship one or more.
Thanks to their high sense of justice, this species rarely has "racist" behaviors and does its best to relate with all the other races and species of dragons; furthermore, it has a particular preferences for humans, that white dragons protect and educate as if they were their own hatchlings.
There's no white dragon that doens't create a bond with a human: every individual has their own dragoneer, and to not find one would be considered by everyone a great shame, because it would mean that this individual is unable to intimately understand human culture or that they secretly think themselves too superior to have a bond with one of them.
White dragons are often elected to cover important political positions, and the king of Horn Blu Island is, indeed, almost always a white dragon.

Birth and growth

White dragon hatchlings are born, like the majority of dragons, from eggs that are incubated for a variable time period, but that will almost always hatch only at the presence of the human the newborn dragon will bond with. White dragon eggs are robust, with a thick rind that can have a variety of colors from cream to pure white, usually mottled by iridescent veins, and they can remain dormant even for centuries.
At birth, a baby white dragon already has functional horns, thorns and wings, and they weigh from 300 grams to 900 grams. The size of the egg and of the baby depend on the age and size of the mother. The females lay only one egg at a time.
The newborn is immediately sent, often togerther with their dragoneer, at the schools of the Ancient Dragoneery, where they are educated by other dragons and learn several idioms.
Other draconic species, especially the primitive ones, believe that white dragons have drifted away from the ideal of what a dragon should be and, although they don't reject their authority as justice bringers, they won't accept advice or influence from them in matters of warfare or hunting protocols.
White dragon growth is moderately slow, and they reach full maturity and the ability to reproduce when they're eleven or twelve years old.

Social life and courtship
White dragons are extremely social and it's impossibile to find one that lives isolated from the rest of the world or that doesn't keep in touch with anyone else of their kind. They don't exactly live in packs, but, similarly to humans, they group in "cities", made up of close territories, and they very often pay visits to their neighbours.
They rarely get involved in arguments, but when it happens they challenge each other in duels of magic or flying dexterity to determine who's the most skilled and is therefore more likely to be right, or, in the most desperate cases, they summon a neighbourhood meeting and vote by show of wings who's right in their opinion.
Their magic duels are of great beauty, because they're often complex light tricks and spectacularized displays of magic power.
To seduce females, males show off their flying and magic skills in the annual gathering of the white dragons, which coincides with the only fertile period of the females, in spring; the gathering is known among them with only one term in Draconic, untraslatable for humans, but that roughly means "Place and time in which we amicably let the others know we're better than them". The females, much bigger and generally more vicious, can choose from one to three males to mate with during the season, but since the fertility of white dragons is low and the females lay only one egg, not all of them will become fathers, and it's not even sure that the egg will be laid.
Once, if the father proved himself unworthy of being a parent after the mating (for example by staining his reputation with an ignominious act or by obstructing justice), the mother could decide to break the egg with a fist, hence killing the baby dragon before its birth, but in more recent times this custom has been judged barbaric and inappropriate, and it's no longer in use.

Habitat and diet
As the “sovereign” race of Horn Blu Island, white dragons are rarely found outside of it. They usually live in mountainous and cold places, and one of the few other places colonies of these subspecies can be found in is Greenland.
They love eating fish, wild berries, roots and some kinds of meat like seal, reindeer, and deer, but they're omnivores in the broad sense and don't disdain almost any food. Eating humans is a terrible taboo for them, that must never, in any circumstance, be performed.

Famous white dragons
Orotagon
Aureo

 
Facts and trivia

• Females are more often excluded from political roles due to their fiery temper, more prone to angry outbursts, as well as the danger they pose thanks to their bigger strength. However, they're considered to be excellent warriors and guardians.
  
• Despite marble dragons being an extinct race, nowadays this name is wrongly used to indicate white dragons.
  
• In the past there was another species with a completely white coloration, which, however, has disappeared without leaving traces: the glaciers dragons.
  
  
  

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Destinybreakers

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Destinybreakers

(Fatum praedo)

 

▸ Rarity classification: 13

▸ Conservation status: Not assessed species
▸ Distribution: All over the terrestrial globe

Inside the magic society, these creatures were always considered to be an unsolvable riddle and only known by few: beings that with their existence question the base itself of every phisical, genetical or chemical law, so strange to seem simply impossible.
In short, the power of a destinybreaker is that to make the lowest chances come true, and not only that... but to make them all come true together. All the other magical creatures have powers that influence the organic world or some kind of elemental magic, while the destinybreakers operate in the mysterious world of the possibilities, weaving the web of the universe; and this is already an effect of their power, because how many chances could there be that the magic of one living creature could influence the statistich sphere of events?
The powers of a destintybreaker happen passively and continuously (the world around them changes all the time thanks to their only presence) and they're unable of any kind of active defense, but they let themselves be dragged by the least probable events (usually those which have less than the 5% of possibilty to happen, but in very stressful situations they may reach the 0,01%, and with an exceptional effort, even the spectacular realization of the impossible). 

The simple presence of one of these creatures near someone fitting in a prophecy is enough to have that prediction completely nullified; and here you have chosen ones dying, tyrants destined to die becoming immortals, terrible singers becoming popular and saints dedicated to the slaughter of innocents.

Destinybreakers, as you have understood by now, are extremely dangerous creatures, but since very few know of their existence, no one tries to hunt or stop them, also because in order to hunt a destinybreaker, one should find a way to... recognize it!
How many are the chances that inside the same species all of the individuals have different shapes? Very low of course! And, clearly, this chance couldn't help but concretize inside this, we can say it, pretty unlikely species.

► Appearance

Destinybreakers generally resemble reptiles or amphibians, and they can have absolutely normal looks, that can be mistaken for non-magical animals, or possess multiple limbs, an uneven number of fingers, double tails or other assorted oddities.

They're often grey and fuchsia or purple, and their size can vary from the 10-12 to the 55 cm in length, with an exceptionally variable weight. In some case the destinybreakers show strange halos or exhale smoke from their mouths.

 

► Reproduction

Destinybreakers don't need to mate, however, when they have to lay eggs they prefer doing so with some company.

When the conditions are ideal for reproduction, destinybreakers suddenly start to fly (and yeah, they're not equipped with wings) and shout with thunderous voice when they see another of the same species, approaching them. In less than a hour, while the destinybreakers float serene, "chatting" together, a storm breaks loose and that's the moment when the two specimens start flying one around the other doing abstruse acrobacies, while they expel thousands of minuscule light eggs that fall with the rain in the sea under them.

After only 48 hours, the eggs start hatching and tiny grey tadpoles come out of them, attaching with their litte sucker mouth to the substrate. 

Their complete growth cycle is mysterious and not well documented, but it is believed that the hatchlings go through nire than 150 metamorphosis before reaching, after 500 years, their final form.

The tadpoles and all of their transformations have pretty bland magic powers and must survive only thanks to their natural abilities; that's why only one in 10.000 little destinybreakers will become and adult and reproduce.

 

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Character - Sir Mikhail

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Species: Carnalis demon (Daemonium carnalis rex)

Complete name: Sir Mikhail Esuriens

Gender: Male

Height: 220 cm

Body Type: Long and slender

Occupation: Teacher at the Accademonia academy , lord of the Esuriens wine lands
Smells like: A complex mixture of blood, liqueur wine, leather, floral scents, liquorice and a very delicate after-smell of semen

S.O.: Omnisexual
Noble rank: Templar knight of Seduction

Hometown: Firenze (Florence), Italy
Appears in: The Accademonia saga, The Carnalis (comic), Bad Bitch Bites Back (audiostory),

Lawful evil | Judge | Knight

Long boi | Mikhail, you don't eat friends! | Hunger | Hentai tentacles |

 

Notes:

• His mouth seems almost normal when closed and he is able to speak using only the middle part, as if they were the lips of a human being, but when it is fully open it is much wider than that of a human. 
• Wanna draw him naked? In suggestive scenes? Shipping him with your character? GOOD! You can do that. NSFW of him is allowed ;)
  

 

Lord of Wine and BDSM

Sir Mikhail is a carnalis demon and like all of his kind has two main interests: food and sex. In his case, he prefers a little more food: if he can get paid with a few pounds of human flesh, a couple of crates of 1846 amontillado (or maybe a nice fresh soul), he prefers these to a night of passion. Unfortunately, the 1846 amontillado is not very often available and the people who summon Sir Mikhail for his services, obviously, prefer not to give him shreds of their own flesh, so they almost always pay him... er... in the second way. And when it comes to "intimacy", Mikhail is someone who really fits everything. A gentleman in the classroom, a monster in bed, capable of unbridled enjoyment of the smell of sweat, flesh, blood, and all forms of pain. Yes, even of his own. Could this be why his back is covered with a cascade of scars that disfigure him (and which in public are always covered by elegant suits)?

A strange friend

Sir Mikhail loves company, physical closeness and loves both making friends with new people and cultivating the relationships he already has, whether they are with a slightly too hot-tempered hellhound princess or with his half-breed cousins, but because of his upbringing and the typical nature of his species, to others he feels often… disturbing. His theatrical mannerisms, his deep voice and the truly scary appearance of him do not help him make himself understood and make him instead sound pretty threatening. "You are so cute, I would eat you!", Said by him, always seems to have a literal meaning.

Accademonia Teacher

Sir Mikhail is one of the most successful seductive demons, despite his not quite suave appearance... better than him, apparently, there are only a few incubus and succubus (which he hates). However, Incubus and succubus are naturally beautiful and seductive, so they do not use particular techniques and could not teach anything at the Academy, in which Mikhail holds the prestigious chair of Temptation and Excess. And he is rightly proud of it.

Battle form

The carnalis are not demons particularly versed in active magic and cannot change profoundly, but like almost all major demons they are capable of partially transforming if they are in grave danger or if they are in a state of uncontrolled anger. Sir Mikhail is, of course, no exception: in his so-called "battle form" the hair (which is thick and hollow inside) stands on end like thorns, the bones of the spine lengthen and protrude outside of his body, piercing the skin, the tentacles rise and become momentarily stronger, the mouth opens completely, starting to salivate copiously and making him look terrifying. Mikhail, however, does not like to be seen like this...

 

Sir Mikhail's battle form

 

Trivia

• His mother language is an Old Italian variant that took roots in Hell, developed between the end of 1200 and beginning of 1300, which was baptized "Stilnovo" (a name derivative from the Italian literary movement Dolce Stil Novo). Sir Mikhail also speaks current Italian, Latin and some Greek, but no English.
• He needs to eat almost all the time, but he likes to prepare his own food.
• He hardly ever wears "normal" underwear and instead has a collection of lingerie, leather underwear and other assorted oddities, which he always wears under impeccable suits.

He likes	He dislikes
❤ Red wines, in particular liqueur and structured ones  ❤ Sadomasochism  ❤ Italian food  ❤ Lingerie  ❤ Castles  ❤ Make friends with people who are very different from him	💔 Incubus and succubus demons  💔 His inability to change shape  💔 Having to keep his mouth shut for too long  💔 People who only summon him for sex, offering him other sex as payment  💔 Fast for more than two hours  💔 The cold

Sir Mikhail's evocation sigil

Skills

[Possible levels: disaster | beginner | mediocre | good | very good | excellent | master] 

Physical	- Sight in low light conditions (very good) - Selective sense of taste (excellent) - Smell (excellent) - Pushing strength (excellent) - Traction strength (very good / excellent) - Pain resistance (master) - Running (very good) - Saliva that sharpens and improves the sensory perceptions of those who ingest it (excellent) - Quick regeneration (very good / excellent) - Resistance to cold (disaster)
Language	- Latin (very good in speaking, excellent in writing and understanding) - Modern Italian (very good in speaking, excellent in writing and understanding) - Old Italian (excellent in speaking, comprehension and writing) - Greek (beginner in speaking / comprehension, disaster in writing)
Music	- Piano (very good) notes: also played with the tentacles! - Contrabass flute (very good) - Singing (very good)
Magic	- Drawing /activating seals (very good/excellent) - Potions (very good)
Misc.	- Cooking pasta (very good) - Cooking meat (excellent/master) - Making wines (excellent/master) - Make friends (beginner/mediocre) - Seducing humans (very good/excellent) - Teaching (very good / excellent) - Calm down others (disaster/beginner) - Taking care of horses (very good) - Telling funny jokes (disaster/beginner)

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by sunrise.fangirl.4.life	by LovelyWingsArt	Dining with Irata
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