sacrifice the pure & rape the righteous
we only want to corrupt; we only want to destroy
They call me Carnifex, baby. And my damn fine looks do not betray my age; let's just say it's been about seven years. When winter rolls around you can bet your pretty little ass that I'm the one chasing the ladies down for a wild night; I'm 100% masculine and ready to put that gift to use. But let's get back to what really matters here.. what you should be looking for when craving my presence.
Eyes dark as the night veiled in a red sheen only seen in moonlight. All the better to stalk you with. My coat is of pure, sinful black with only the darkest gray ticking over my shoulders. This black is oily and shines beneath the silver light of night. Just call me a god. It is medium length and an odd mixture between thin and average, providing the nice shine it gets. That's not even the best part of me, babe.
I stand firm and striking against the blood splashed horizon at 40" and 192 pounds with an imposing stature created by packed, burly muscle, a deep chest and thick legs
Looks aren't everything, but for most part, yes they are. Either way, most others spread rumors of me being berating, surly, haughty, and tyrannical. But they don't really know me anyway.
I'll go down in history, that's for sure, but so far my life has been dead. Son of Noir and some bastard, living life with my uncle Hyperion and what's left of his line before I heard about my cousins that had found this place. Not interesting enough? Fuck you too.
I'm pretty sure I have a soulmate and am able to imprint. Unfortunately I'm stuck with some loser called Fate.
SEVEN YEARS || NO FURY || DEMON BLOOD || FREE OF CHAINS || EXOTICAN BEAST