Character(s) Shroom's Garden of Ocs

[wanderingshroom]

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Welcome to the sprouts of my head
These characters are all 18+ only

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[wanderingshroom]

Name: Basil

Pronouns: He/Him
Species: Satyr
Sexuality: Pansexual
Accent: Irish

Family: None

Looks:
Hair- Long, thick, curly, copper ginger
Body- Lean and fit
Skin: Fair and freckled
Eyes- Brown
Horns- curls around his faun like ears and much like ivory ram horns
Height- 5' 6"
Legs- Thick, soft, brown fur with a little curl to it

Personality:
Curious, cheerful, open, playful, sociable
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes music, nature, and people
Dislikes being judged, negativity, and politics

Back Story:
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Born in deep woods, Basil was left alone in the wilderness to fend for himself and ended up being a traveler for most of his life. He picked up the knack for learning different instruments along the way, such as string, woodwinded, and percussion. Though he only carried a rounded woodrow that he mastered effortlessly, using it as a way to make money for food or lodging. The satyr is a wandering nomad, with no place to call home and has been everywhere his hooves would take him.

 

[wanderingshroom]

Name: Asmodeus Bellon
Other Callings:
Asmodeus the First
Blood King

Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: Homosexual
Accent: French

Family:
Mother- Marie Bellon ( deceased )
Father- Thomas Bellon ( deceased )
No Siblings

Looks:
Hair- Long, thick, and blonde
Body- Lean and fit
Eyes- Blue or pitch black
Height- 5'11"
Face Claim: Cody fern

Birth Date: October 1st, 1601
Home: His father's Estate in France

Abilities: Superhuman strength, immortality, telepathy, true face,
strong senses, superhuman stamina, hypnosis, scaling walls, and superhuman reflexes
Personality: Confident, independent, arrogant, sullen, self-centered, malicious, and pompous

Back Story:​

October 1st, 1601. Born into a wealthy household, his father being a part of the French royal court of Louis XIII, Asmodeus grew up rather privileged. Though in his younger days he did not fully understand how much he had. He would play with a lower classed English boy, named Gabriel, and when his mother and father found out Asmodeus was soon not allowed to play with his good friend anymore. Being kept inside more often to be schooled on education and being well mannered. Not seeing his friend for quite some time after that had happened. While being kept inside so much for most of his life and his early adult life, Asmodeus was not very sociable with others. Turning into more of a silent type who just stands along the walls during the social gatherings in the palace. Young French girls whose fathers worked in the court as well would call him "La Blonde Solitaire" which meant "the lonely blonde". They always asked him for a dance and when he would say a soft, quiet "no" they would laugh and giggle amongst themselves as they walked away.

When he grew older into be becoming a young man, his friend had returned into his life. Gabriel began working for Asmodeus's father and soon he was able to talk with him to refresh their friendship. Talking for hours when Gabriel had no work on some days. Finally having his friend back and no longer was the lonely blonde he was made to be. Though he did have trouble at first talking, being told all of his life to talk when spoken to. That manner had broke with his old friend coming back. His mother was quite happy for him to have someone else to be around other than her or his tutor. This friendship went on for years to come.

By the time he was 31, his father had been taking him to the court while he worked to learn how to do his job. This is so when Thomas, his father, would pass he could take his place and know what he was doing for the king. This gave him the chance to go to more parties the king threw. And finally there was one for invited guests and of course Asmodeus invited Gabriel, who was still working for Thomas. This party was his chance to show his friend what it was like in the palace of France. It was a wonderful night, there was laughing, drinking, and lots of drinking between the two. Though two men had been watching them all night, looking at their every move and making sure they were alone when the two outcasts drunkenly stumbles around the king's garden during the night. Asmodeus was singing some old French tune and was leaning on his friend's shoulder as they made fools of themselves. Though the alcohol had run through the blonde rather quick and excuse himself from Gabriel to piss alongside a tree. Knowing his mother would kill him if she ever saw him not using a chamber pot. A shadow rushed around him, his senses dulled as he just drunkenly giggled at the tree bark. He had never consumed this much alcohol, only wine that his father brewed, and it showed. The shadow then grew closer to him and his neck was soon gripped tightly as he was buttoning his trousers up. He tried to yell, but his mouth was covered and a voice behind him whispered "Rejoignez-nous". Then all he could see was red as a sharp stabbing pain pricked his neck, feeling like an animal biting him as he tried to struggle free. Screaming for Gabriel under the hand as the man kept a hold on him. Little did he know the same thing was happening to his dear friend by the other man who was watching them. He soon fell unconscious and the men ran off into the night.

After this incident, days went by and Asmodeus felt more and more different. Not feeling like himself as different symptoms led him to believe she was going mad. He was once again not going outside of his father's manor, but kept in his room and never came out. His mother having to plead several doctors to visit him, but he would be asleep when they were able to come. Both of his parents worried for their son, but they didn't know what to do for him. Asmodeus hardly knew either and had this growing urge that made his throat so dry. Since the party, he had not seen his friend in fear that he might give whatever this was to him. This struggle went on for several weeks, books were the only things keeping him company. Reading of monsters and creatures of the night, feeling that the monsters in the the stories were very similar to how he felt.

The dryness in his throat continued to get worse and his urge during these weeks. The thirst was driving him over the edge of madness.

It had been over a month and a half since the party and he was even worse than before. His mother had checked on him early one morning and had cut her finger accidentally on a book that he had left open on his chest. The deep paper cut dropped blood and she backed away with the book to find a cloth. Asmodeus's eyes snapped open from his deep sleep, they were deep red color, he rose from the urge overpowering him. Finally finding the sustenance it craved for almost two months and he was not aware of what it was as he tackled his mother in a frenzy. Practically ripping her throat with his now extended fanged teeth, draining her blood until he couldn't taste it anymore. Not hearing her screaming for her husband over the ringing in his ears. Thomas came in to see what was wrong and shouted in shock as he saw his only son on the floor of his room on top of his wife with her blood all over the young man's face. Asmodeus smelled the warm blood enter the room and quickly stood to his feet to grab his father and do the exact same to him. Once he was finished and his thirst was finally gone, the ringing had stopped and he was left covered in both his mother and father's blood. Weeping for both of them, pleading that he was sorry to the corpses as if they could hear.
From that moment on and for centuries to come he knew what he was and the guilt of killing his own parents still tortures him to this day.