seraphim&&morphine

name || Dorian elysius
alignment || Chaotic Neutral
physical description || Dorian will be an almost replica of his mother. Ivory pelt with misted grey eyes. His build will be slender and lanky, built of compact sinewy muscle. He will stand at a shorter 33" a good middle ground between his mother and his sire and will bottom out at a rough 115. Hes incredibly lanky extending to an almost five feet in length.
personality || Dorian will be the epitome of of the world callous. Nary a word will escape his larynx that isn't bathed in sarcasm or spoken with a sneer. Arrogant, haughty, a complete narcissist, self-absorbed and caring for only fleeting, desperate pleasures, the male will care little for anyone or anything, his mother being about the only exception, he will have the smallest of soft spots for her solely because she was kind enough to push him from her womb, but even his adoration for her could be questioned.
roleplay sample || Dorian sneered at the bitch beneath him, her ample body taking each heavy thrust of his cock. Her lyrics sang to him, speaking of love and devotion, how she would become his wife and her body would be forever his. In response, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder, ripping through skin and muscle, tearing flesh and writhing in both the taste of blood and her body squeezing him like a vice... fucking virgins. She whimpered in pain and he released deep within her and slid from her back, licking his lips, savoring the last of her coppery taste. The woman collapsed in a huff upon the earth, looking up at him with stars in her eyes. He sneered.

"Dorian, that was incredible! When we are married, we must do this often! Could you not bite me so hard though? That last hurt... oh but puppies! Puppies Dorian! I will be a mother and you..." Her voice became white noise to the lengthy male. He paced towards her, deception and lies disguised under the veil of a charming smile and a soft glint that gleamed like a beacon in the depths of his eyes. Without warning, he snapped forward, coiling his teeth around her larynx and snapping the ample organ like a twig, he was sure not to nick the jugular, he didn't want her filth staining his coat.

"Marriage is for insipid fools. You are nothing more than a cheap fuck. A greedy whore whose heat demanded a cock. I can't have you carrying my spawn Sweetheart, say hi to the devil for me will ya?" Dorian sneered down at the dying creature, her limbs propelling uselessly in the air, her body seizing before falling still. With a heady laugh, the male would turn, vanishing back into the woods from whence he came.