Name: Faustus Tra'ezu
Real Name: Khromen Firebane
Age: ?? (appears to be in his mid 20's)
Race: Human (apparently)
Height: 6'5
Weight: 120 lbs

Physical Descryption:

This man has shallow, dull black eyes that never glow, showing a low glimpse of absence of life to any who glare into them. Incredibly handsome, his face seems too perfect to be of a mortal human, yet still his grim expression overpowers his looks most of the time. He also seems incredibly well trained, the built of an athlete flexible as a cat. Yet the most curious about his body wouldn't be his muscles, but the marking engraved all over his body. For those with the knowledge, it can be easily linked with infernal ritualistic symbols. For those with even more expertise in the subject, those symbols represent links with a noble brand of Baat'ezu, named as Tra'ezu, or Traliel. The real purpuse of those symbols however would be impossible to know from just reading them, but they hint of being some kind of binding curse.

The more one would analyse his figure closely, the less human he would seem. Small fangs are formed in his knuckles, his teeth are abnormally sharp, his nails long and black, and hints of very small horns arise from his forehead. Yet, he is still human, not having any Infernal blood running in his veins.

Aside from that, his manhood would be way too much oversized for a normal human. Maybe a beast, perhaps an orc, would match his size and thickness, but if that unnatural size comes from infernal or natural causes, it is unsure to say.

Short Bio:

Khromen was a monk, like many others. He prayed like many others, trained his body and mind like many others, and was peaceful and abstinent as many others. The difference between his order and the other orders scattered around the world still was a very grave one. His order seeked eternal life. Living a life in reclusion in distant hills of a distant country, he and his brothers and master meditated and trained themselves to live longer than any human ever could. Many sucesses were made, they managed to develop many techniques to increase the human lifespan  past to 200 years old, but all of them would eventually die. Khromen, after 150 years, would see his brothers and master all pass on and fail on their race against time. And he was next.

For the first time, a grim shot of despair struck his spine right thru his meditation and self control, and he ran into the woods, screaming and begging for mercy to the gods high up, but none would seem to listen. His heartbeat was running wild, he didint seem to have much time left, when he bumped into asmall cave in the middle of the forest. He thought he heard something come from inside, and he followed, without thinking twice. The scent of the cave was the smell of tainted roses and flowers, getting him addicted to it, drawing him to step further into the black cave. There, he met his salvation from death.

A beautiful devil, with no words to describes. Her curves envyed all of the godesses, her lips wet with poison saliva and her sex shown from her wide open perfect legs would eventually be the origin of those addiciting odors. He care not for life or death no more, all he wanted was to have her. Her bright red skin and long horns never entered his mind, for him, she was nothing else but divine, and was offering herself to him. And he took her, over and over again. Each time he gave her his seed, he seemed to get younger, stronger. He couldn't remeber how many times he has had sex with the devil-godess, seemed like days, weeks has passed, and all he did was to love her over and over again. In the end, he found himself alone in the cave, and several symbols would be encraved in his body. A massive feeling of guilt took his soul as he screamed in regret to the heavens, and the sweet delicate voice that has given her so many soft moans echoe in his mind.

"-What is it my pet? Do you resent the gift I gave you?"

He froze, looking around in terror.

"-We are now bound, and that is all. I gave you what you wanted. You shall never grow old, nor die of any disease or plague. yet, nothing is for free, my 'love'... I do believe your servitude will eventually be quite the grateful one..."

Her sweet voice vanished in laughter inside his head, then left him with nothing but silence. Desperatly, he ran back to the monastery, but to find that there was nothing there. Seemed like decades, centuries has passed, and those walls and rooftops, once sturdy and filled with life, now were left as ruins for time to feed upon. That has broken whatever was left of Khromen, as he ran away into that old world he has never seen.

As decades passed, his despair turned into solitude, and the solitude into acceptance. He tried to die, but couldn't, he would always come back over and over again, and with an unnatural hunger for sex with any female that he could sniff to be nearby. All that guilt eventually turned away as he wandered many lands and many countries. He now would be somewhat thankful, yet still grim for the price he has paid for the eternal life amongst mortals. Not only that perfect devil, but many others would come to him to charge his servance. He could never deny any order that comes from a devil, from simple things to the most absurd request, he'd do it, as long the devils were females. They all paid him with that tainted sex that gave him eternity, and bittersweetly, he tasted every drop of sweat from it. The conscious of the monk has died. Nothing but the Wanderer remained.

(pardon the gramatical errors, i didnt revise this text :P)

OOC Info:

Faustus needs to have sex with a devil female at least once a year for him to remain imortal. But for that, for that year, the symbols in his body bind him to serve the devil, unconditionally. Any Devil around him would not even need to see the symbols, the mere scent of him would show his curse and it's purpuse clear as night. His immortal soul works as an ever regenerating feast for devils to relish on over and over, never fading. From the imense power of this curse, one would hint that the Devil that gave it to him could be one of the 9 Lords of Hell. Yet, he still has his own free-will and conscience, as a normal human. He is a servant, not a zombie.

Lights:

-No males, child-play, gore, toilet-play. for the rest, anything goes.