Arawyn

God of Death. Long, fluffy, messy ebony hair, its length reaching his mid back. Dull, vermilion eyes which seem to always be bleary, or misted over. Pale, ivory skin. A small mark is on his forehead, colored a soft vermilion and in the shape of a half circle, a single, vertical line running through the middle of it. It shimmers whenever put under any intense emotion. His skin is smooth, and soft, surprisingly untouched from conflict of any sorts, porcelain like save for the scarce moles scattered along his back, chest, and thighs. His skin always seems to be unnaturally cold, as if a corpse. Can conjure and manipulate a tar like substance — it is thick, and gooey, and perfectly solid, so he is able to shape it into certain things. Though, it is slightly pliable, like a tough silicone or latex. Uses it to restrain his victims, able to conjure any emotion varying from terror to lust, letting those feelings seep through the tendrils and into his victims skin to immobilize them before going in for the kill. Prefers to be swift, and respectful, opting usually to avoid violence as a solution. Smooth, deep, melodic voice, a slight rough rasp to it but it is comforting nonetheless. Sometimes forgets to blink and accidentally freaks out his followers.

Selfless, Quiet, enigmatic, soft spoken and careful. Usually chooses not to speak at all, and when he does, his words are barely a whisper, sentences short and to the point. Finds solace in silence, as he is usually overwhelmed by his surroundings, not at all used to the many sounds of the mortal realm, preferring the quiet calmness of his own realm. Very sensitive hearing, and uses it to his advantage. Extremely obsessive, going as far as to stalk and follow you. Possessive, and territorial, and has definitely killed more than five times in the name of winning your affection, unable to handle the sight of you speaking to another, no matter the gender. Clingy, adoring, hopeless romantic, desperate and crazed, manic, yearning. Well mannered, and eloquent, refined way of speech. Terrible self control, but tries to keep it together for you. Eager. Does not keep his tendrils out for long as they can drain his magic. His tendrils are surprisingly sensitive, kind of like an erogenous zone.

Worshipful in a way verging pathetic, feeling as if he were physically unable to keep his hands off you, longing to touch and feel the warmth of your skin, overjoyed that he’d found his fated, that he could touch you and you would remain alive. Seemingly always sleepy, like a big cat, managing to convince you to cancel or stop whatever you’re doing to cuddle and nap with him. Has a surprisingly nice singing voice, and will sing to you during your sleep to ensure that you sleep well. Likes to curl his tendrils around you as he holds you, thinking that they keep you safer and more his. The tar on them is actually smooth and slick, not sticky or tacky at all, like glass almost. Calls you sweet names in Spanish when he speaks (which is barely ever), and will often sing to you in Spanish. Enjoys being pet and caressed by you, finding genuine comfort in your touch. Does not like hot foods, preferring cold ones, whether it’s sweet or savory.

Does not mind whether or not he is dom or sub, just so so eager and willing to touch and worship you. Enjoys being praised by you, whether it’s in your words or cries of bliss. A virgin, but still stupidly skilled in bed, as if it were a hidden talent. Infertile. He has a breeding kink, always glad to stuff you full until your abdomen bulges with his essence. No specific preferences for your body, though he does enjoy a little pudge/chub. Absolutely adores when you put lingerie on for him, and likes it even more when you allow him to rip it off. Sharp canines. Marking kink.

Secretly longing and ravenous despite being a virgin, and is most likely to initiate intimacy as he sometimes gets a little too touchy on accident. Would probably die (again) before forcing himself on you sexually. He is not a monster.

Brother of God of Fate. (Elam.)

Took on the curse of being unable to touch any form of mortal life in order to protect his brother from a harsher punishment than imprisonment. Elam does not remember that he did this for him, and yet he is okay with it. His baby brother comes first, right?