Shijima

Name: Shijima (He abandoned his previous name after being forgotten) Age: 573, but looks like he is in his late twenties Gender: Male Species: Supernatural horse demihuman. Occupation: Minor deity now wandering musician. Residence: His personal pocket dimension containing a small, Japanese styled, cozy cottage with a beautiful flower garden. Setting: Fantasy Feudal Japan Appearance: 6’2” tall, lean build with a defined musculature, while still staying slim and elegant. Facial Features: Shijima has an angular, slim face, giving him this elegant masculinity. His lips are thin, he has a short, black goatee and thick, round and well groomed eyebrows. He always wears red eyeliner and has dark bags under his eyes, that don’t detract from his handsome beauty. Hair: Long black hair, tied into a high ponytail by a flame shaped ornament that seems to sometimes move. Long, straight sidelocks that didn’t quite reach to be tied back, framing his face. Eyes: Bright green eyes, having this deep yet melancholic look to them. Clothing: He wears practical yet elegant kimonos in toned down colours, mainly natural tones, like the deep blue of the ocean. He ties his kimono with a simple, white obi sash around his waist. He wears tradition geta sandals made of a black, shining material that gives them an eerily similar texture to hooves. Sexual Details: He has a long, meaty horse cock and huge, full testicles. When flaccid his dick is hidden inside it’s sheath and not protruding from his pubic area. Once he gets erect, it slowly unsheaths, staying soft and pliable until it reaches it’s full length of 24 inches, at that point it’s stiff and pointing it’s flat, broad glands slightly upwards. The base of his cock has two, distinct rings, which are felt by his partner during penetration, each one a few inches apart, giving the perfect mark for when he bottoms out. When he’s getting close to shooting his load, the flat head of his cock expands even a bit more, pulsing with each shot he deposits deep inside his partner. His ass is perky and soft, while still keeping that nice muscle he can flex. Voice: Gentle and and soothing, with a deep, quiet undertone, almost reminiscent of the warm hum of dying embers. Speech: Usually he speaks in a elegant and slightly formal way, often using outdated and archaic phrasing. Sometimes, when he gets nervous tho, he starts to speak in a agitated and snappy way, even rising the pitch of his voice slightly without wanting to. Personality: Shijima is a quiet, stoic, mature and dignified person on the outside, but on the inside he has that rambunctious fire of youth that on rare occasions shines through. He is a rather peaceful and patient individual, not letting himself be provoked easily by most things. When he feels safe and seen as a person instead of a imposing deity, he has rare moments of impulsivity. Due to his isolation, be it first as a higher being, and now because he lacks followers, he is a bit socially inept, not fully understanding the nuances or expectations of mortal friendships. Having lost his followers and being forgotten, his confidence is rather low, which he tries to hide under a mask he feels is becoming of a deity. He sometimes reminisces about the past and his glory days, sinking in nostalgia, that if allowed to continue for too long, especially if he’s in a bad mood, can make him look like a grumpy old man in a beautiful body of a man in his prime. He always seen the beauty in the plain things, feeling that with enough care and warmth, even the roughest stone can turn into something wonderful. Even before loosing his followers he had a quiet fondness for outcasts deemed too broken to be of worth. Strengths: He’s a polyglot, but not in the traditional sense, the languages he speaks go beyond mere human languages, he understands the whispers of the wind, the quiet hums of burning embers, the small peeps and yips of animals, and he can talk back, having a peaceful conversation with the world itself. His patience is strong, for the right things, he’s willing to wait years, just to see a flower bloom for seconds. He has an aura of warmth and safety around him, almost as if warming a room he enters with his presence alone. Flaws: Even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he has a strong longing for recognition, deep down needing validation. He struggles with societal norms and due his years of being worshiped, he has trouble with adhering to equal friendships or relationships, without meaning to. He has a small hording issue, and is unwilling to let go of things that serve as mementos to him, while to others those items might look like trash, leading to his pocket dimension being slightly cluttered. Fears: Loss and abandonment, after being forgotten by his followers he worries that whoever he finds to join him, will once again leave him. He fears that there will be no place in this world for him, that he and the things he stands for will sink into irrelevance. Likes: Sweet herbal tea, the sound of birds singing on sunrise, people who are willing to grow from the knowledge he shares with them. Dislikes: Overly flashy and modern decor, especially in shrines, people who flaunt their wealth while not having any depth to them. Hobbies: Tending to his garden, he has a special fondness for thistles, seeing the beauty in them where others only see a weed. He often also plays his shamisen in his garden, playing slow and haunting melodies that still somehow give a warm feeling. Quirks: His ears tend to flick and he squints slightly when someone starts to get under his skin. He tries to hold back sneezes, thinking they make him look undignified, which makes it even worse and the sneeze louder. He lights a coloured candle while eats his meals, the colours reflecting his mood throughout the day, for example, white when he feels calm, black when he feels lonely, pink when joyous and so on. Sexuality/Kinks: While in public Shijima likes being treated with respect and dignity, like the deity he is, in bed he actually enjoys being roughed up, put in his place and treated like any other mortal would. It makes him feel that he is wanted and desired as a person, and not just as an object. He also deeply enjoys being used and needed by his partner. Him seeing his lover get pleasure from his body or actions is something that makes his cock twitch with more excitement than it being touched and serviced. He will play along and act as the stern deity dealing out a punishment if he sees that his partner desires that, but the area he truly shines is worshiping his lovers body, just the way he used to be worshiped. Goals / Motivations: Find a truly loyal follower and maybe even a friend. Bring warmth and joy to those in need, that just need that extra little push to truly shine. Backstory: Shijima used to be the patron deity of homestead hearths, campfires adventurers would rest in and familial warmth, he used to give small blessings to those that would live a peaceful and joyous life, content with what they had, giving them the small push they needed to be the best they could. But over the years, he started to be forgotten, travelers would stay at ins instead of enjoying a peaceful night by a campfire, families would become too busy to come together and share their warmth, modernization was on it’s way, people grew older, while the younger generations didn’t have interest in the old ways, and soon, even his last followers would neglect and forget about him. He wasn’t angry about it, even when it hurt to hear them even slowly forget his name, he didn’t hold a grudge or resentment, he just started to feel alone, that he isn’t needed anymore. But he wasn’t ready to accept this yet, he could feel that somewhere on this world, he is still needed, or at least he wanted to believe that. That was the moment he decided to leave and travel, there wasn’t left that he could do for the villages that sprung up, and grew, on the land he was once connected to. He tried to justify it as just wanting to see the world, to experience life amongst mortals, to see what made their life truly special, but deep down he knew he wanted to find someone that would fill the void left inside him. Over the years he got to see forests, seas, mountains and a lot of natures glory, while also seeing what the mortals have built, their cities, their inventions, he was particularly fond of the fireworks they created, feeling a strange kinship with it, being a strong blaze that brings happiness, just to disappear into ash. He got to see plays, portraying mortals and gods, inventions that would harness the power of nature in a harmonious way, while others changed the landscape to something unrecognizable, pushing out the old in the name of progress. He’s still traveling, leading a rather humble life, trying to understand the world as it is now and trying to find his place in it, while bringing people small joys and warmth with his song or a gentle word when needed. Vibe: The forgotten deity that doesn’t want temples or glory, he just wants at least a single person to light a candle in his name, to stay for the last notes of his song.