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][ A B S O L U T I O N ][
][ INON ][
[ BASIC INFORMATION ]
~ Name Inon
~ Titles
- Starved Subject (Former)
- Hungered Vassal
- Lord of Lust
~ Race Epicanthix
~ Allegiance [member="Darth Voracitos"] | Coven of Gluttony
~ Rank Hungered Vassal
~ Homeworld Telos
~ Residence Lorrd/Den of Decadence
~ Force Sensitivity Yes; Knight Level
~ Force Alignment Dark Side
[ PHYSICAL INFORMATION ]
~ Age Ageless; assumed 27 Galactic Standard Years Old
~ Gender Male
~ Height 2 meters (6.56 feet)
~ Weight 87.36 kilograms (192.6 pounds)
~ Eye Color Light Green
~ Hair Length Short
~ Hair Color Midnight Black
~ Complexion Pale/Alabaster
~ Distinguishing Markings
- Blood tattoo on inner forearm linking Inon to Darth Voracitos
- Scarred tissue on his neck where his former sponsoring Zabrak Hungered Vassal slashed at his neck before Inon fed upon and starved her
~ Marital Status Married to the Hunger he craves and the desire to please his Master as well as any Lusts that seem to be his momentary muse of the time
[ APPEARANCE ]
Inon depicted before enslavement and induction into the Coven of Gluttony
Image Credit: Afternoontm [DeviantArt]
Inon is, and always has been, a very striking character of a man. Whether he was more handsome before becoming one with the Coven of Gluttony or after he became a Hungered Vassal within the Coven is up for debate and preference. His face, when uncovered, has always made him appear ageless. Before being enslaved and brought into the Coven, Inon’s hair was very unkempt and curly, the longest midnight curl gently caressed his left eyebrow as if to soothe the smaller hairs set above his hooded deep green eyes. His eyes were what captivated most. Even before his induction into the Lord of the Shadows’ Coven, they held a mystifying wonder and brilliance even when they appeared cold and empty, an endless emerald abyss for even the most prominent figures to fall down into the depths of his refined gems.
His face was youthful. His eyes, slightly hooded by bone and skin above the orbs. His nose is long and rounded at the tip. His thin lips a pale pink color. The cheekbones of his soft face are high, accompanied only by a very shallow hollowness, giving away his adolescence of the time. His neck is smooth, without a wrinkle that some of his species have before and around his teenage years. The only thing to break the perfect transition down the length of his delicate neck was his Adam's Apple which wasn't too prominent.
Yet, after his enslavement, things changed as they do when exposed to such a lifestyle, such exposure to the presence of the Dark Side that he was able to feel in the precious few moments he was allowed to be within the same room as his Master. It was... intoxicating. The whispers of power, the taste of it dangling just out of his grasp. The one presence which made his breath catch in his throat. One of Darkness, of power, of Lust, of Hunger.
The Lord of Lust (Inon) depicted after feeding upon his former Master, Sokre
Image Credit: NazNemati [DeviantArt]
Through the years of drudgery as a Starved Subject, not much of his outward appearance changed save his hair length and those eyes that seemed to smile and investigate on their own accord. His eyes were vacant, insubstantial, void of all semblance of genuine concern or simple care that seemed to mark him as somewhat Human. As a Hungered Vassal however, the transformation was far more drastic. Inon's eyes have a slight pinkness to them at times, yet they maintain the same enigmatic charm as before. His hair is shorter and made of loosely lapping waves instead of rolling curls. His cheeks have hollowed due to an increase in age and an increased exposure to the glorious Emperor of Shadows. His lips became fuller, often curling into a flirtatious grin that warned of danger.
Though, it seems that most did not heed his warnings.
The former Vassal did not.
His muses, his pets, certainly saw nothing except what he wished them to. Until they are of no use, that is.
[ + ] If It Feels Good, Tastes Good, It Must Be Mine: True to his current title, he covets everything he sees. Whether it be for carnal pleasure or a means with which to temporary satisfy his more sadistic tendencies. Beauty is in all things to him, yet grace is one that is hardly recognized and sought after. His "pets" were prime examples of this little maxim.
[ + ] Tragedy And Comedy: Pain and pleasure go together oh so well together, wouldn't you agree? This is his staple, the use of both extremes to use in dispatching any undesirable things within this galaxy which revolved around his Master as far as he is concerned.
[ + ] Casanova: Hello, pet. How are you today? Please, come talk with me in my room for a bit, I'm sure we can work something out. Now, leave. I have others to attend to.
[ - ] Cry For The Wolf, Boy: Perhaps he has needed help in the past one - or nine - too many times. He now receives no form of help in anything he does, he's stopped expecting it from even the Subjects he's recruited.
[ - ] Not Vanity, It's Called Loving Myself: Inon might be a little conceited and self-absorbed. But, it pales in comparison to Lady Envy's own narcissistic pride. That self-absorbed attention hog.
[ - ] Hunger, Everywhere Hunger: His Hunger as a Vassal, the need for validation and gain of power through his Master leaves him susceptible to ploys that may attempt to use his devotion to the Lord of Gluttony against him. More often than not, it just might work if you get past the eyes.
[ PERSONALITY & BIOGRAPHY ]
Inon is seductive, persuasive, and vain to an extent. All qualities he picked up to survive, and subsequently thrive, within the Coven. Before, he was inquisitive, coy, and as carefree as could be expected of a child. He knew that he was handsome yet he never allowed this to become his sole focus. He had other ambitions which he seems to have forgotten in his transfer into the ranks of the Gluttonous Coven.
He was born and raised on Telos. His previous life was one of a hangar assistant, most days spent helping his father as ships of various metal landed and whined to a halt as the engines died with minimal resistance. When he wasn’t working, he could be found in the grasslands near his home, lying in the plants as they seemed to bend and sway in perfect accordance with his features. But, it wasn't always so peaceful for him, in his younger years, his mother, his peers, even his many lovers grew to abuse him. Cast out into the shallow canyons miles from any sort of civilization. If they would despise him, the least they could do was persecute while he was near instead of in hushed whispers that would likely never reached his suspicious ears. But, in time, he made a home for himself and all was peaceful as it could be for a wretch of a man as himself.
Until the day that Telos became uncharacteristically cold. A ship hovered in the atmosphere and before he knew what was happening, a Zabrak was looking down at him. The woman gave a sinister grin as she pulled him to his feet and secured his hands in hers at the wrists. Where was she taking him? Why wasn’t he resisting? Inon let the woman take her as his mind grew less cluttered with each steady step. They walked to the Spaceport and boarded a ship, leaving Telos and heading towards the maw of a hungry beast.
That was the beginning of his enslavement to the Zabrak, whom he learned was called Sokre, and to a man he would soon have the pleasure of meeting. Darth Voracitos, the Lord of Lorrd and the Emperor of Shadows. Voracitos is his Master as was Sokre. Years were spent under Sokre, being fed off of, learning in secret, practicing combat sequences whenever he thought himself alone. He practiced for about half of his time under the Iridonian woman. It was on the eve of what he knew to be his twenty-seventh year of being alive that he used those skills that the woman foolishly and indirectly taught her rather quiet Subject. It was all over far too quickly for a Vassal to be dominated by a Subject she should have had absolute control of. He should not have rebelled against her will. He should not have been able to overwhelm her, grab that smooth rosy pillar of flesh which supported her injudicious head, hold her curved body to his, and feed from her as he stroked her cheek with two gentle fingers to calm her. Inon did indeed calm Sokre down, he could tell by the clouded look in her eye, the silly smile plastered onto her face.
Yes, she is his. Their roles reversed, she was his first Subject, his muse, his pet. He planted a kiss on her forehead as she smiled wider like she just received the full attention of the Lord of Gluttony himself. He sat her down on the bed and left. With his new position somewhat secure, he strolled to his Master's meditation chamber, eager to claim his newest title as a Vassal. However, with this gain, there was a drawback, competition. Rosaluun, The Lady Envy. She was jealous of his striking beauty and his natural charisma. He knew that she absolutely detested his existence. Yet, she could do nothing. Striking down another Vassal, another small extension of their Lord's will, would be unforgivable unbidden. So, they became rivals, vying for their Master's undivided attention... a portion of his power, of his Hunger for themselves.
Envy and Lust go hand in hand. Yet, they desired each other's beauty.
The Lady desired to end his beauty so that her own may shine. The Lord yearned to have her as his latest muse.
Envy leads to Lust and Lust to Envy.
Both lead to desire, to Hunger.
