Reikas Esterion

[Reikas Esterion]

Happiness Demon

[Basics]

Name: Reikas Esterion
Nicknames: None
Age: 233
Apparent Age: Mid 30s
Birthday: 12th May, 1778
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Humansexual, attracted to male or female humans
Status: Slave
Played by: Paul McGann


[Appearance]

Height: 5'9"
Body type: Currently waning-athletic, but can wax and wane noticeably in a matter of weeks if food is sporatic
Weight: Also waxes and wanes, currently around 150-ish
Eye color: Crystal blue
Hair color: Brown
Piercings and/or tattoos: None
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Overall Appearance: Sparkling blue eyes, a kind smile, and a charming, timeless face all greatly assist this happiness demon in finding food. Otherwise, he's rather plain and unassuming, with short-cut brown hair kept well-groomed and a normal, human-looking body. His body type can range from starved to muscular, and of course he prefers it at muscular. He is in fact quite attractive especially to older beings or anyone with ambition and a knowledge of happiness demons. He's of average height for his apparant age, and is unremarkable as far as supernatural characteristics go. But he knows how to charm with his eyes and body language. He prefers for formal wear, button-up shirts and dress pants, but is comfortable in jeans and T-shirts as well, and it's difficult to make him look bad in either. He carries himself with a quiet dignity and pride suggesting a being older than he looks.

[Species]

Species Description: A human-turned-demon cursed by a cruel "sire" to make others happy in exchange for immortality. Sometimes confused for an angel, happiness demons have all the strengths, weaknesses, and longetivity of a proper demon, although a fairly weak one. They must feed on happiness to survive, but not vampirically - they share in this happiness rather than draining it dry. It is their only sustenence, though: they do not eat or drink, their body mass and power relate directly to how continuously they're capable of feeding on others' happiness. These types of demons are very low on the demon hierarchy, barely above humans in their importance and influence in the world. Often, they are subject to the creatures they were made from, or another specific type of creature - a powerful enough demon can create a happiness demon who lusts after Vampires, who thus may be cursed as slave and eternal food source for them in exchange for the satisfaction of their company, or the demon could assign the happiness demon's attraction to werewolves and condemn them to lives of danger or cleanup duty. They have very few other powers, although they tend to become very very clever and socially fluent as the years draw on. They look very much like whatever they were made from, but their aura is unmistakably demon, however faint, and others who can sense such things can tell this about them immediately.

The happiness demon's most noticeable "ability" is his or her demonic overdrive - a state of supersaturation that occurs when around a powerful concentration of joy. The demon becomes supercharged with energy and his or her strength, endurance, focus, and restorative ability greatly increase, restorative ability being not only healing from physical trauma, but also emotional or psychological. For example, panic or fear may be calmed more quickly. In this state the demon often feels brimming with energy as if on a sugar high.

[Personality]

Likes:

• Happiness and happy people (obviously)
  
• Humans
  
• Being fed
  
• People who treat him well
  
• People who will let him know clearly what they like and what makes them happy
  
• Reading
  
• New technology
  

Dislikes:

• Isolation for long periods
  
• Cruel starvation
  
• People who cannot be made happy
  

Strengths:

• Immortality
  
• Cleverness
  
• Social tact and fluency
  
• Strong will to live
  
• Accelerated healing and restoration while "feeding"
  
• Overdrive
  

Weaknesses:

• Very weak for a demon
  
• Dependent on others for food and health
  
• Willing to sacrifice much for survival
  

Fears:

• Starvation
  
• Isolation
  
• Being alone in the dark
  
• The city at night
  
• Inability to trust someone
  
• Being subject to someone he doesn't trust completely
  
• His own weakness
  
• Being pushed too far/pushing someone else too far
  
• His demonic "sire"
  

Habits/Quirks:

• Servant reflexes - Reikas assumes it as his responsibility to make others comfortable even if it isn't his house.
  
• Likes to fuss over his masters/mistresses if they let him
  
• Seeks out company and sources of happiness
  
• Smiles often to put others in a good mood
  

Overall Personality: Reikas is an actor. Two hundred years of being forced to make others happy for life has divoced this man of much of his true self, and he's capable of acting nearly any way a master could want him to. He is protective, submissive, sensitive, caring, loving, passionate, reserved, dominant, loud, quiet, talkative, proud, shameful, passive, animated, sadist, masochist, sweet and gentle or violent and rough. Anything you could want from him, he will strive to become for the sake of your happiness, and he's been at it for a while, so he's pretty good. Often he finds himself in the role of lover and companion, and will pick up on social cues from his potential partner. Few know of his true nature and fewer care. There is little he has yet to see in this world, and he has endured much for the sake of others. He has seen the very best and the very worst of sentient beings, and he hides the marks and scars they left behind in his mind and heart, letting them fade with time as do the scars and marks left behind on his body.

Time and age have claimed any he might have considered friends, and so no one really knows what he's like in company he truly enjoys, or even what type of company he truly enjoys. Few know what motivates him beside a fear of death, and he keeps his true nature by default inside. Of course, he is unafraid of exposing everything about himself if that's what it takes to make someone happy. Everything he does or says is to try to further this goal of happiness, and it's very difficult in the world he's fallen into. A world of cruel sadism and demonic dominance and vampiric lust and werewolf barbarism leaves little room for happiness, but Reikas' will to live has allowed him to adapt to these harsh conditions. He is willing to go to any lengths for food, allowing people to deive pleasure for all sorts of horrible mistreatments of him as a person, and remains unashamed and dignified when ownership of him changes hands. He makes a good slave and a good companion, and perhaps his only weakness is his inability to provide defense.


[History]

Father: Richard Esterion, Jr.
Mother: Istille Courtman
Sibling: James Esterion and Giselle Esterion, both younger
Pet: None
Other: None

Detailed History: Reikas was born Richard Esterion III of noble English blood back in the days when monsters were myths told to scare little children. The eldest of three and a strong and capable young boy, he was the pride of the family, first in line for the family inheritance, and a terror to his younger siblings. he grew into a strong and capable young man who was the terror of his servants, with little regard for their care or well-being. He would have made an excellent master if he had been born a few hundred years later. But he was not, and he instead lived a full human life as a rich man, taking his fortunes with him to America to gain even more wealth in the oil and overseas trade industries. A borderline mogul, he was at the peak of his influence when he learned of the underworld, and the truth behind the dark stories his parents told him and his siblings as children. He fell in love with the promise of even greater power, and fell into bad crowds with demons who had an eye on his wealth.

Exchanging it for immortality was perhaps the single worst idea in the history of ideas. Unused to dealings with immortals, Richard was stripped of his wealth when he was talked into a lopsided deal with a powerful demon who granted him demonic longetivity, but set his food as the happiness of others. For no other reason than sadism and sheer humiliation of a haughty human who dared think he could buy a demon's loyalty and power, he was cursed to either bring happiness to others, or slowly waste his good looks and powerful figure away until he starved to death.

He struggled, at first. But he was not a stupid man, and though he carried for long time a bitterness in his heart for powerful demons, he realized he was in fact terrified of death, and his fear had only grown now that he'd entered into a blood contract with a demon. He didn't reall y care to burn in hell, and he figured that as long as he remained alive and pleased people, eventually he could build up his wealth again and pay people to be happy around him, much like the demons he'd met had kept slaves as he had kept servants.

He couldn't have been more wrong. When the demons, vampires, shifters, and werewolves rose up and overthrew humanity, he was on the losing end. Trying to masquerade as both throughout the conflict, it wasn't lon before he found himself in a slaver's cage like a common human. It's been many, many decades since, and though the change was long and slow, Richard, renamed Reikas in his blood contract, restructured his ideals and goals, learned how to survive and sometimes even thrive in such a radically different world from the one he knew, and now perhaps even enjoys his slave's life and all of its trials and tumults.

RP Example: Unyielding chains rattled as strong arms strained against them. Reikas grunted as his skin was split once again, forming a fiery arc of pain down his chest. It was all the noise he could make; his mistress didn't like screamers, and he would oblige her every whim. She likes pain, not noise. He opened his eyes and granted her whishes, drinking in her excitement and pleasure as she watched his tortured eyes. He could feel the wound closing already. It was a vicious cycle, their relationship. She would torture him for pleasure, he would feed off that pleasure and heal for her, and she would torture her fresh pet more and more. It was the most fulfilling experience either of them might have encountered.

Her clawlike nails traced his chest up to his neck, and he panted for her. She liked that, liked all those little reminders that he was a living, breathing animal dependent on her for survival. His chest rose and fell beneath her hands, and she pressed herself to him, kissing him fiercely. His shoulders strained against the bonds at his wrists and fight her back, matching her lust in this battle of wills and of mouths. She wrapped herself around him and he twisted and struggled for her, fighting to breathe and satisfy her. When she'd had her fill of his mouth her tongue traced his jaw line down to his neck, to the prominent, thick vein that practically begged to be opened by any vampire who looked his way. He tilted his head away, still panting to catch his breath now, eyes closed, taking this moment of respite to relax. He was on his knees, and sank down to sit back for her to support her weight as she rested herself against him, listening to his heartbeat, tasting his skin, tracing his vein with one fang. This wasn't the end, oh no, not even close. This was the summit of the journey, the pinnacle of the mountain, where the sun shone most brightly and warmly and he could take a break and appreciate the view. As her fangs pierced his neck he tensed, his muscles bulging under her touch, and the relsease was nearly orgasmic. Her pleasure and enjoyment flooded him, filling the void left behind by the blood he had lost and the blood she was taking from him still. A soft, audible sigh escaped his chest and he felt her fervor build once again. This was not even close to the end.

After all, he had already taken her up the mountain to its peak...but now he had to bring her all the way back down. And she always took her sweet, terrible, sadistic time of it.

She finished drinking, and by the time she had sat back and was licking her lips, he'd already replenished lost blood. He looked down at her, blue eyed daring and ready, and she smiled cruelly as she rose to her feet and turned away. He rose back up to his knees, covered in blood but completely unharmed, and watched her select a brand-new knife from the wall of toys, his heart quickening as she closed the distance between them once again, her heels clicking on the stone floor.

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