Lorcan

Personality

A bit charming, a bit of an asshole. Definitely not one that you want to cross and piss off. That is most definitely for certain. It wouldn't end well for you. However, for the most part he's mostly laid back and willing to chat it up with others around him. He doesn't usually seem drunk, but he can often be found with a drink in hand, and buying him a refill is usually a quick way to strike up a conversation and a good start on getting on his good side. He's never one to turn down some good flirting. 

History

Lorcan was the result of an interaction between a human woman and an incubus. The woman horrified to find that she was with child later down the line. Already being married, she gave the child up for adoption the day he was born to wash her hands of the accident so she could continue to live her otherwise perfect life. 

For the first five years of his life, everything seemed to be fine and normal. If a few odd things happened now and again while he grew up, it wasn't anything to be too worried about or just an odd occurrence and nothing more then that. He was adopted early to a loving mother and father who were religious, but still kind. A happy family that grew with the addition of two more adopted brothers, and a little girl born from his parents. 

However, not log after turning five he began to develop some rather... worrying features. Those features being small nubs upon his forehead and a lengthening of the spine. The beginnings of horns and a tail. 

From that point things weren't nearly as good. His once young, happy life was now filled with arguments, anger, abuse, and if he was very lucky that day, neglect. His 'father' calling him a monster and something evil. His 'mother' turning a blind eye to everything that her husband did to him. Growing up from then on was what he was sure was hell. 

He was contained and locked in the basement, and not allowed to go outside, and no longer allowed to interact with his siblings. Telling them that he was evil and bad and that they could no longer go near him. They told him that if anyone saw his horns or tail, that he'd be killed in moments, known for the monster and demon he truly was. A sin against god. Evil. He had to remain in the basement because he was deserving of punishment. Because he was evil, and he would corrupt everyone he touched. Already he had corrupted his father, and that was why he hurt him so. It was his own fault that he was hurt and abused. Because he was evil. 

He couldn't understand what it was. WHAT he was. He didn't understand what he'd done or why he was so bad that they had suddenly turned on him and hated him so much. Even when they weren't hurting him he was in pain. Sitting was painful as his tail grew, and it felt like his head was splitting open as the horns grew from his forehead. He didn't understand how or why it was happening to him, and had resigned himself. 

It wasn't all horrible, however. His youngest sister was still kind to him. Slipping what little things she could under the basement door. He looked forward to her quick visits, pictures and letters always. A small ray of sunshine in this bitter, cold basement. 

He remained down there for the bigger part of his young life. Things only getting worse. His brothers eventually learning how to steal the keys and sneak down to the basement. But ingrained with the same beliefs and thoughts of his parents, they too hurt and abused him, making him think he was ugly and sinful, and just as abusive towards him, if not more so. Eventually learning that they were just as cruel... eventually even crueler as time went by, beating him down and abusing him mentally, physically, as well as sexually. Unable to escape or get away. Earning himself chains drilled into the floor and locked into so he wouldn't escape or fight back. If his parents knew of what his brothers did to him, they did nothing about it. 

He was seventeen when he finally snapped. Unable to take the pain or the abuses any longer, something inside of him seemed to snap. He was bad and evil no matter what he did, right? So then why didn't he just embrace it, and show them what a devil he could truly be. They wanted a devil? He would show them what a devil he could truly be. Fighting against the chains and screaming at his parents, their eyes going wide in shock and fear at the son who so rarely fought them, and never like this. 

Backing away in fear as their son finally snapped the chains. Claws extending from his fingers, fangs showing from his mouth, eyes filling with blood from rage as he attacked them, the half demon seeing red as he tore into them on his rage, head turning in a snap as his brothers rished to see what all the commotion was only for them to stop at the top of the stairs and stare after him. His mother's neck in his hand, already struggling and bleeding, only for her to go still as the sickening snap of her neck breaking filled the room. 

They ran, but he was faster. Bounding up the stairs and catching them both and they too were torn to bits. The demon left panting as blood dripped from his fingers, nerves and instinct all buzzing within him. He wasn't expecting the gentle touch to his shoulder.

He wheeled around on instinct, thrusting his hand into the chest of whoever had touched him. Wide, shocked eyes staring at him on shock. It took him a few moments before he realized who it was. All the fight and anger from him gone in a second, like ice cold water doused over him and waking him up, reeling back in shock and surprise as his sister fell to the ground. 

Moving to take her into his arms he held her close to his chest. Pleading her forgiveness. That he was sorry, he never meant to hurt her. Never her. Just hold on. Please. Please just hold on. She'd be just fine. He didn't mean it. 

It was like this that the police found him. Holding the now unconscious and bloody form of his sister, pieces of his siblings strewn everywhere. The cops in a panic as Lorcan tried to desperately to explain, to beg for help. But one of the cops seemed to panic upon seeing the horns on his head and the tail moving behind him, aiming his gun at him. With panic and fear, he fled from the home into the world. 

From there, he lived on the street for a time. Cleaning himself up in a bathroom late in the night at a truck stop after stealing some clothes. Squatting in one abandoned house and alley way to the next. Fearful of the world around him and what might happen to him. Trying several times to cut his horns off, but always, always they grew back. 

He grew cold, bitter, and a bit of a punk. Improving in his theft, and not unwilling to talk back if he was caught. Though always, always he tried to make sure and keep himself in control. Never wanting to end up like he had back at the house again. 

It was by pure chance that he ended up in sleeping in an alley where the mafia were putting out a hit. Watching as they shot someone and being to slow to hide himself they caught him, firing off a shot only to find it had hurt and he bled, but it really didn't have the expected result. Soon being grabbed and taken. 

He had a few rough weeks after that. Being held by them. But then the leader arrived and soon proved he was not afraid, rather more intrigued by his tail and horns, and how on earth he could survive getting shot. And after a time, he was invited and welcomed as a guest. Apologized to for all the trouble, and eventually even offered a job. Something he easily agreed to after such an extravagant dinner. He had grown tired of eating scraps and sleeping on the street. He wanted the good life. 

Refusing to do anything with drugs, he was more easily and willing to do hits. Having learned how to blend in and be unnoticed, he could get to anyone. Used as a hit man, and eventually a guard for the leader. Even falling into bed with him. And it was good that way for a while. The deaths weren't so hard on him, and he had begun to learn to like and full heartedly enjoy sex with his newfound lover. Thought that too eventually would fade. 

As can be predicted with the kind of life that he led, eventually even he couldn't protect his boss, and he ended up being taken in by the police and tried. Murdered in jail three years after that. He served the next one that rose to the top. Even sharing his bed as well. But it wasn't the same, and eventually, the luster wore away. He wasn't a child anymore, and he had grown into himself. He was no longer a fearful child, but a strong and confident man. 

Leaving amicably, still friends and an ally to the mafia, he went out on his own once more, now wanting to really see the world, take a break on killing and just kick back and enjoy himself. Now he takes on odd jobs whenever he needs to. Most favoured ones being a bouncer for bars and other places. Finding himself rather satisfied with his life now and ready for whatever the world might bring. 

Abilities

Where he's not nearly as strong or powerful as your average demon, he is still partially a demon. He has strength, though it isn't much stronger than a standard man who works out or fights for a living. The only exception being when he's enraged and in his more 'beastly' appearance. Then his strength increases significantly. However, he cannot hold that form for very long and is exhausted right after, needing time to rest and recuperate. 

He has small doses of magic, however he has next to no control over it and it's rather weak. Usually only able to do things like break a glass when in a temper or direct someone towards someone if in a fight but little else. 

He holds the youth and so far as he's been able to tell the immortality of a demon as far as aging goes. He is able to heal quicker and won't die from simple wounds. He can however be killed if he's decapitated.

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