Fiore Delarose - Earth

[Miss Fifi]

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The name is Fiore Delarose.
Others call me Fiore, Pet.
I have survived here for 17 years.
There's no doubt I am a Male.
My place in this world is a Nomad.


SPECIES
* Demon-possessed Vampire
Fiore has the typical qualities of a vampire, but after being possessed by Wynona, has gained power from her own demonic strength.



** User of the Earth element.


WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR...
*With sullen cheeks and a very pale complexion, Fiore looks like he hasn't seen the light of day for a long time. And he hasn't. Even though he is still somewhat young, his face is very thin and without any baby fat. He looks to be about five years older than he actually is, his face splotched with light scars and fading bruises. Fiore's eyes have lost all sense of adolescent wonder, and all that remains is a dull, empty, hollow look. His eyes are like tinted glass--a pale, translucent, peridot green. With pupils unusually dilated, it's not difficult to see that something is very off about this young man. He is not like most nightwalkers, for something much more evil is working beneath his skin.

Fiore's hair is a dark and dusty brown that has lost all of its luster in the years of shadowy and dank conditions. The most noticeable sign of his distress is his fingernails; they have been chewed off down to the stub. He attempts to hide it by wearing gloves almost all the time, even though the fabric against the raw skin causes him pain. Almost always dressed in shades of grey, black, or off-white, Fiore takes on a very monochromatic appearance besides his unusually colored eyes. He dresses like quite the gentleman, courtesy of his demon mistress, and is never without an ornately engraved ruby ring that hugs around his ring finger on his left hand. The engravement is Wynona's personal sign of possession.


ABILITIES

• Vampiric strength, sight, and speed
  
• Control over Earth element (plants, trees, etc)
  
• Knowledge of poison-making
  
• Weak necromancy*
  
• Fire manipulation*
  
• Slight telepathy*
  
• Slight hypnosis*
  
  *Courtesy of Wynona
  
  

DISABILITIES

• Weak against Air element
  
• Actions completely dominated by Wynona
  
• No mind of his own
  
• Has an immense fear of werewolves
  
• Child-like innocence
  

MY OWN PERSON...
*Fiore's mind is full of deep, impenetrable, untouchable fear. Fear for the woman he calls "Mistress", the woman who saved his life once so long ago. He is more submissive than a loyal sheepdog, more softspoken than a churchmouse, and more anxious than a rabid squirrel. His life has been a constant struggle for dominance between his own soul and the Hellish soul attempting to grow inside him. Very attentive and observant, Fiore is always watching. Especially if you're a stranger, you can feel his eyes boring into you. He hadn't exactly be raised with the typical set of manners or human behavior. He's much more dependent and animalistic than a normal boy his age.

In a sick and twisted way, Fiore feels a sense of devotion to his demon caretaker. He would protect her with his life, especially if she told him to, and is very defensive when it comes to her. He has never been prone to violence or aggression, but if she is threatened, something within him lights aflame and he is prepared to rip the head off whoever dared speak against her. His sense of loyalty and commitment is uncanny and a bit frightening, but it's the only thing he knows.

LIKES

• Warm weather
  
• Bright colors
  
• Animals
  
• Dragonflies
  
• Sunrises
  
• Cherry trees
  
• Autumn
  

DISLIKES

• Cold
  
• Being wet
  
• Water (he can't swim)
  
• Yelling
  
• Chains
  
• Dark, small spaces
  
• Werewolves
  
• Being touched, especially on the wrist and neck
  

THE STORY OF MY PAST...
*When Fiore was only a young child, he found himself alone within the depths of the Wilderness, scared and confused. Nothing had made any sense. One second, his older brother was walking right along beside him. The next, he was gone. Disappeared. Fiore had heard the howling of the wolves. He had felt the wind whip his face. What he hadn't seen was the wolves snatch his only defender from behind his view, dragging him away to his demise. So he sat, alone, in the middle of this vicious and unknown place, just waiting. Little did he know the wolves were eager for more and were on their way back for him as an after-dinner snack. He whipped around just a moment before and screamed a horrible scream, scrambling backwards in a panic. Just as he heard the gnashing of their razor-sharp fangs behind him and felt his tunic being ripped from his body, a burst of fire exploded in front of his eyes. He winced as the dying cries of the wolves hit his ears.

Looking up he saw a figure of a beautiful woman standing in the flames, and was fascinated by the beauty of the dancing colors of scarlet and blazing gold. She had smiled kindly at him, scooped his 6-year-old body up from the muddy floor of the Wilderness, and walked with him, protecting him from the trees lashing out at both of their figures. He stayed with the gentle and loving woman for the rest of his years in a tall, decrepit tower, where she cared for him as if he were her own. He was hardly ever allowed to see daylight, or have interaction with anyone other than his mistress. Over time, Fiore felt his defenses against her lower, and his willingness to obey her every command grow stronger and stronger. When he turned fifteen, he finally confronted her about the unusual changes he felt within his mind. She only smiled. But this smile was not kind; it was malicious and deviant.

She never had to speak a word, for he already knew. This woman was a demon, a demon who had taken his soul.

SAMPLE OF THE WORKS...
*Admin pass

EXTRAS...
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