Intoxicating

Gender: Cisgender Male

Gender Role: Hyper-Masculine

Orientation: Bisexual, only interested in men and non-binary peoples (E4 on the Purple-Red Scale of Attraction, a solid 5 on the Kinsey Scale.)

Neutral Personality Traits: Shy about sex (ironic, no?), easily enamored.

Positive Personality Traits: Kind to some, loyal, unafraid to stand up for what he views as right.

Negative Personality Traits: Grumpy to many, socially anxious, mildly touch-phobic unless he trusts the toucher.

Quirks: Flicks his tail a LOT when nervous, frustrated, or excited.

Fears: Large bodies of water, crowds, holy water and other holy symbols, angels/pious beings, open flames.

Languages: Infernal (native), Old Norse (fluent), common (fluent), Latin (beginner), Hindi (conversational).

Religion: Norse pantheon (Odin, Thor, etc). Freyja is considered his race's patron goddess.

Abilities
(WIP, being fleshed out)

Portal-Hopper: Able to rip tears in space-time to be wherever and whenever he chooses. Sometimes he gets thrown into places he was not meaning to go.

Alluring Scent: Although naturally smells of vanilla, petrichor, and smoke, to anyone suceptible to his powers, he will smell of their absolute favorite scent. Whether that be a food, or freshly cut grass, what have you.

Addictive Fluids: Blood, sweat, saliva, and semen all have addictive properties to most beings. Demons and angels are not as susceptible to them.

Feeding: Toxi needs to feed. Although he can eat normal food and drink, it doesn't sustain him. He needs to have intimate contact in order to survive - it doesn't need to be sexual. Even hugging can pep him up. The contact benefits both parties, as the feeding creates a euphoric state like that of drug or orgasm-induced bliss.

He utilizes energy that would otherwise possibly corrupt the one he's feeding on - emotions like lust, rage, etc. Once fed, he's energized, and the 'doll' (the one he fed on) feels refreshed and has unparalleled clarity of thought. The downside is that the more the imbiber takes on his fluids, the more likely they are to be struck with vivid dreams that aren't always pleasant.

Cryourgy & Cryomancy: Fjorond can create (-urgy) and control (-mancy) cold and ice, owing to his frosty heritage. As well as this, his body is naturally cool to the touch.

Fjörond was born the son of two shape-shifting Norwegian forest demons - fjándi. He had a mostly uneventful childhood, but many siblings - one of whom may have done certain things to him he can never escape. Thus, he eagerly sought to set out on his own upon reaching adulthood.


He traveled all over the world, the changeling trying to find the one thing that could be his and his alone: a new form so rare, people would marvel at him just at a glance.


He tried many squirrels. Red squirrel, gray squirrel, even the fantastical flying squirrel, but none quenched his thirst for flair.


And so it was that he came to the Malabar Coast, a sweltering tropical area on the southwestern edge of India. There, he found the most magnificent beast he had ever laid eyes on: the Malabar Giant Squirrel. With vibrant fur in midnight blue, golden yellow, and rusty red, it was certainly a sight to behold. Despite it being a rodent, it was exactly as beautiful as he’d always dreamed.


Fjörond captured one after many weeks of hunting to no avail, and devoured its essence. He was sad to have to destroy such a beautiful creature, but it was all for a good cause: to become as resplendent and wonderful as it was.


Once the demon’s flesh had transformed properly, Fjörond began making his way in the world and working to discover what else captured his fancy. He realized that hunting and killing was not to his liking. He tried becoming a whore, but that was not exactly what he wanted either, despite his origins.


No, what finally struck him was the art of mixing ingredients into oils and potions that his old clients at the brothel utilized. He was told, by a fellow demon, of a world full of furres and hardly any humans, where there was an island of delights that catered to the whims of high and low. Interest piqued, Fjörond traveled to this world via a portal, and the island via a ship. There, he made his home. Guildereim.