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Valiuum — [SS] Malign
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Description
App Information:
[Basic Info]:
- Name: Malign
- Species: Demon
- Age: ??? Appears middle 20's
- Height: 6'5"
- Gender: Cis Male
- Preferred Pronouns: He/Him
- Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
- Occupation: Owner of the Sin-E-Min-E local bakery
[Additional Info]:
[Personality]:
|| + Compassionate and Friendly + || + Cheerful + || + Helpful + || + Reliable + ||
|| - Promiscuous - || - Sadistic - || - Vain - || - Merciless - || - Unstable - ||
Its somewhat difficult to categorize Malign into a set personality traits because he is dependent on the opposing character he is interacting with. He can be the nicest and sweetest person one would ever meet, always willing to do and give to everyone to ensure their happiness. He is very self sacrificing when it comes to people he's invested in and care about. He would die for them if it came to it, being a protector at heart.
However, facts are facts and despite having such a genuinely caring side of him, Malign is still a demon. Inside of him is a darkness that he does his best to keep at bay, a certain ugliness that renders him prone to malicious behavior when evoked. This particular behavior only truly surfaces if hes interacting with someone of much "darker" demeanor. Malign can be considered somewhat of a "chameleon" dependant on the person he's socializing with, taking on the dark and forboding characteristics of an ominous monster. Malign is aware that he exhibits this major downside and flaw to his character. Because he doesn't particularly LIKE that part of him being brought out, he restricts himself and keeps away from ominous characters. He doesn't want to be that person again. Yet, even though that darker side of him can be provoked, Malign will never turn on those he cares about. His passion and devotion to his loved ones can never be jeopardized or severed, regardless of what state of mind he may be in presently.
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o̸r̸ ̸ ̶w̴ ̷e̵ ̸c̴o̴u̸l̷d̶ ̶s̴k̴i̵p̶ ̶t̶h̸a̵t̸ ̵p̶a̵r̴t̵ ̴f̸o̵r̸ ̴n̴o̵w̷
m̴ ̴y̴ ̸m̶ ̴o̵ ̷t̵h̷ ̴e̸r̴ ̸l̴e̴f̵t̶ ̴m̴e̷ ̸ at a young age and unfortunately I was forced to grow up fast. Separated from my older brother, I never learned that the sanctuary was an existing place that I could have sought refuge in and perhaps been blessed with a better childhood than the one I had. I wont expand much on the separation I had with my brother, the memory is too traumatic for me to recall as I would rather not have to subject myself to having to explain such circumstances. It’s a period in my life that I still blame myself for happening, even though it still really wasn’t my fault. I suppose I feel justified by taking the brunt of the blame, that I shouldn’t haven gotten off as easy as I did. What I will indulge in, was during that time, I was around 7 years old. I had access to "outdated" yet still informational science textbooks from decades prior which I enjoyed reading from time to time. What I didn't learn from reading on my own, I learned from my brother who was two years my senior. Despite only being the young age of 9 years old, my brother’s intelligence far surpassed that what was expected and even made me feel rather stupid and naive at times.
I miss my brother. I hope he’s still alive...
Nevertheless, I’d like to consider myself as being a smart enough kid and I learned the methods of lying to blend in as a normal child, blaming things on a reoccuring subjunctival hemmoraging or broken blood vessels as an excuse for my odd scleral color. I lived on the streets at that time and never interacted much with the same homeless panhandlers before I was taken in by other "societal rejects". I stole makeup from various street vendors while I ventured out for food and slept in a public bathroom during the night for a few months while I scoured for a permanent residence. There were plenty of odd homeless orphans who ran about the streets in that part of the city, I didn't stand out much from the others, especially with using makeup to cover any odd 'blemishes' on my face. The street vendors sold just about anything from A to Z and constantly fought off the homeless from thieving their merchandise. Why they continued to sell in those parts where NOBODY had any money to buy their products, is beyond me. I suppose that having a license to sell and distribute doesn’t exactly promise common sense. Regardless, I got my hands on some decent cosmetics which is when I began to actively take an interest in makeup. I was taken in by an old washed up drag queen, Maxine, who struggling to pay her rent and on the verge of being evicted, caught me thieving a few tubes of lipstick from one of the vendors while their attention was diverted. She took a liking to me and I earned my first permanent residence since being separated from my brother.
"Hey little boy- do you have an infection or something? You look like you could use some eyedrops."
It was an absolute trash hole. The worst hole in the wall apartment with cheap fluorescent lighting, walls vandalised with graffiti that was notorious for drug trade and use. Addicts came and went to sample Maxine's "services" before leaving and usually never being seen again. At least she had some decency to keep me in a separate room when transactions took place, but I wasn't that naive to not be aware of what was actually going on in her apartment. Crowds of people didn't just come over to a dumpy apartment for a cup of tea and a chat. Maxine was old and definitely past her prime, but she had somewhat of a 'shine' to her in the way she was, almost like a grandmother with a shady past, I guess you could say. I lived there for a few years before the local authorities came in to shut the place down, Maxine written up with drug charges and arrested.
I had to find a new place to live.
As I got older, it became easier to blend in with a human society where body modifications were nothing out of the ordinary depending on what part of the social community you hung around. It was simple to blame any inhuman or outlandish characteristics I had on cosmetic surgery or tattooing, however eventually I dug myself a hole when familiars began questioning where I went to have such "surgeries" or "modifications" done. The simple lie that "I did it myself" seemed to suffice for a little while (despite having absolutely no experience with a tattoo gun). I did a few shows under the stage name of "Magdalena Maligna: Demonness in the Flesh", but never anything noteworthy or wide scale famous. Hiding the fact that I was inhuman was easy, especially with the folk I hung around. It was all just a "character" I played for entertainment purposes and I simply "enhanced" my own appearance to fit the name.
At least thats how the humans saw it. I didn't have any complaints myself as long as I was able to blend in with minimal efforts.
Yet there was so much lacking in my life and I sought a sense of normalcy where I didn't have to pose as a 'reject' in order to be accepted. I longed for a life where I could be that atypical neighbor tending to their yard over a white picket fence, who would wave at you if they saw you. Baking and cooking for a family or for newcomers to the neighborhood that I would welcome with a smile and my hospitality. Something far better than living in the slums with the other “alternatives”, barely scraping along like Maxine had done before me. I didn’t want a life of luxuriousness so to speak, just rather a normal life where I didn’t have to hide what I was or try to impress anyone with a facade. I wanted to be myself and not pigeonholed as a particular stereotype that I had to fit.
Thats when I discovered the sanctuary after what seemed like months of extensive searching. They didn't exactly make themselves a public broadcast to human society, nevertheless I packed my bags and disappeared to the nice little city, wondering what kind of future awaited me there...
[Do's]:
♡ Baked goods
♡ Sun bathing
♡ Makeup and dressing in drag
♡ Eying up the cute girls
♡ And the cute boys too
♡ Making lasting friendships
♡ Helping others with their struggles in life
♡ Sex
♡ Cold weather/snow
♡ Looking fabulous and beautiful
[Do not's]:
✘ Being told he's ugly/any kind of insult on his appearance
✘ Unintentionally hurting someone he cares about
✘ Bugs and roaches
✘ Frogs
✘ When flowers die
✘ Accidentally burning the cookies
[ Abilities ]:
Pyrokinesis - Can produce flames from his fingertips as well as breathe it from his lungs. His flames are colored red instead of the standard orange. His body temperature can also rise to extreme levels which may cause things around him to catch fire and burn or even reduce to ash. This typically happens when he's enraged which generally doesn't happen often. This also makes him immune to any level of extreme heat.
Malign has the ability to tear portals at will to travel between Hell and Earth
Heightened strength and speed
Rabbit??? - Probably the most obscure ability he has which is the ability to transform people or other beings into rabbits. He can't turn anyone into anything else, just rabbits in general. Why he has this ability is unknown and even he doesn't understand why he can do this. He has the tendency to abuse it as means of punishment or revenge to others.
[ Trivia ]:
He has no gag reflex.
His touch immediately causes any sort of flower to wither and die
Can be both submissive and dominant
Absolutely loves baking
Cursed with permanent bedroom eyes.
[ Piercing Count ]: 28 total
Ears = 6
Eyebrow = 3
Bridge = 1
Lips = 2
Tongue = 3
Nipples = 2
Abdominal region = 3
Genitals = 8
Malign © me
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I will never get tired of seeing malign. He's so fabulous and hot! I also wish see more of his papa too
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nothing.
i cant say anything cause you'll yell at me
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You were going to say butts weren’t you-
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This man right here. He over here makin the snacks but doesn't realize HE the snacc. Imma marry him is that cool?
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