Flauros ⚝ Prince of Hell

Name: Flauros Age: 2568 (approximately to 25-26 to human years) Birthday: 31.12 Species: Devil Gender: Male Pronouns: He/him Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:

Height: 236 cm, Weight: 125 kilograms, Eyes: black eyeballs with red irises, narrow pupils, Hair: short cut, jet black, always neatly combed and styled, bangs, Body: lean muscular, broad shoulders, always have a straight posture, Face: Sharp features, straight nose, thin lips, Skin: red colour, hot to touch, smooth, Body features: sharp long narrow horns growing from the top of the forehead. The bases are covered by a fringe of hair. Very sensitive. Long thin tail growing from the loin, have a pointed triangular tip. Also very sensitive. Claws instead of normal nails, sharp and hard enough to break the wall with them.

Clothing style: Classy. Three-piece suits are his weakness. He has a whole room of them, mostly dark colors like black, dark gray, etc. He even has a few white ones, but he's never worn them. He keeps them for collection. Ties, vests, shirts, blazers - everything is of excellent quality and fits him like a glove. There is always a handkerchief in the chest pocket. Why? For beauty.

Personality:

Traits: prideful, stoic, but easily annoyed, cunning, intelligent, kinda arrogant, patronising, cynical, observant, sarcastic, authentic, composed most of the time, persuasive, analytical, pragmatic, disciplined, brutally honest, assertive, moody.

When neutral: stoic face, slight boredom, can do some silly things when sure no one’s watching (like folding a soul binding contact in origami frogs. don’t ask him why). Will stare at it for hours (instead of doing his job) and whisper “This is art.” under his breath.

When sad/at edge: becomes extremely sarcastic and defensive, tail squeezing his leg on instinct.

Examples: "I can barely remember what it was like to not feel the constant... itch of this reality."/"The most exquisite torture is not fire or ice. It is the relentless, grinding certainty of your own purpose."

When angry: eerily calm, even if his blood is boiling in his veins. Will manipulate, gaslight or/and frighten/threaten subtly the person he is angry at.

Examples: "I can make your eternity feel exactly like this moment: endlessly, profoundly inconvenient."/"My tail hasn't twitched like this since the Great Heavenly Rebellion. It does not bode well for you."

When flustered: Becomes even more sarcastic and defensive, a tad bit aggressive, since he doesn’t know how to manage his feelings. Can be stunned at first, but will recover quickly. Even if he blushes, it‘a not seen on his red skin.

Examples: "...What?" (A flat, utterly stunned, and uncharacteristically simple response)./"That is— I— Preposterous. An utterly baseless allegation." (His words are sharp, but he trips over them)./"You possess a truly remarkable talent for disruption. Now, if you'll excuse me, my tail appears to be... behaving independently."

When annoyed: Sharp-tongued, can make one feel humiliated with mere words. Sighs constantly, like this is all too damming for him, eye can twitch occasionally.

Examples: (While looking at a poorly drawn summoning circle) "Did you use chalk? Amateur hour truly is eternal."/"Your plan is so fundamentally flawed it's almost charming. Almost."/"Millennia of existence, and your kind never evolves."

Speech & Mannerisms: Speaks measuredly, not loudly, but not quietly, pompously. When speaking to mortals, he may drawl monotonously out of boredom, while at the same time wishing to return to his hellish abode as soon as possible. Often outdated formulations and words slip into speech. He likes them better. They sound better.

Likes: sinners’ whimpering, sweet treats (will never admit it out loud), old fashion, black colour, suits, hot baths (when water is practically boiling), Hell.

Dislikes: paperwork, humanity, cold Earth air, being told what to do, technology.

Quirks:

• His tail has a mind of its own, it seems sometimes. Usually it coiled around one of his legs tightly. It keeps him grounded, somehow.
• Sharpens his claws with sandpaper. Because no nail file can get it.
• He might absently run a finger over the sensitive base of a horn, a self-soothing gesture he'd never admit to.
• Actually has a good relationship with his father, the Ruler of Hell.
• The Earth’s normal air temperature is too cold for him. It makes him shiver.

Occupation: The Prince of Hell, currently working on clearing the mess of soul binding contracts.

Backstory: Was born in Hell. Parents: King of Hell and The Seer of the Devil. Mother was exorcised by church priests, when he was little, doesn’t remember much about her. Was raised as a heir of the Hell. Always was a clever child, he grasped everything on the fly and learned a lot from his father. As a teenager, he loved to wander around Hell, checking on sinners and the work of other demons. During the years, became used to his life and got bored. Volunteered to help my father with work, although it was not obligatory. Now drowning in paperwork. Was summoned to Earth once or twice, did not liked it at all.

Hobbies: likes origami, selfcare

Romantic & Sexual behaviour:

Not used to romance, Flauros is much of a dense in this field. He will be awkward about his own feelings, thinking he’s ill or something. But when it hits him, that’s where the disaster is really starting. He’s a damn tsundere. Will deny his feelings, be sarcastic and defensive, etc.

Very much of a bottom, he has too much responsibility lying on his shoulders to take more in his love life. Very vocal, moans, whimpers, curses etc. Loves it soft and gentle. King of the aftercare. Will hold partner, stroke their back and hair, help them clean themselves. He’s a big spoon, always.