Name: Tarkus
Age: 22
Species: Incubus
Abilities: Basic abilities of an incubus. Seduction being rather powerful.
Gender: Male
Personality: Can be Ruthless, prefers to be in charge but doesn't mind being respectful.
Appearance: 7ft tall, medium built body, pale skin with tattooed lines and markings traveling around his body. A long tail with black scales similar to those of a lizard. Two horns sprouting back slightly.
Weapons: A curved longsword jagged with the whole purpose of tormenting his victims.
Sexuality: Straight
Single/Taken: Single
Past: Tarkus was born in the mountains of Australia, in a den of many of his kind. Having been born like any normal Incubus, his father having impregnated many women which spawned his few sons. He grew up surrounded by brothers and sisters, but an unfortunate tragedy befell him long before he was born. His father had not only impregnated women, but he had even attacked a witch in the same way. Knowing that the birth of this demon would bring her death, she cast a curse upon the unborn infant. The curse would make it so that no matter how hungry he grew, he could never feed the way the rest of his kind could. This led to him becoming sort of a runt, his father and older brother Lucien made sure to keep him alive for even though he couldn't feed he could still serve a purpose as a protector to the den eventually. This day never came however, a large group of strong willed humans had discovered their den and attacked without mercy. The young Tarkus watched as the humans cut down his family, his brother falling before him. With his dying breathe, his brother passed on his sword to the young boy. One of the men found him, clinging to the body of his brother and crying in loss. The human moved to him before gently pulling him from his dead brother, he grabbed the sword and carried the boy out after slipping a ring into the young boys hand. The rest of the men took no notice as he ran with the now disguised little incubus held in his arm. Several years past and Tarkus had grown to be a fine young man, being trained by his mentor in swordsmanship until he finally bested him. On his twentieth birthday, Tarkus decided to leave. He walked into the main room of the home he lived in and gave his mentor a hug, having learned all about his past in the years he had stayed. He moved his way across the world before finding his way to the lands where he had heard of a hideout, hoping someone would be able to help him he immediately set out for the hideout.
