Name: Ignus
Nickname: Iggy
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Nationality: currently a demon
Orientation: Bisexual
Looks: He has fiery colored hair, his eyes are a bright green. His black pupils are slitted. He has sharp teeth, like most demons. The only thing he lacks more is horns and a tail. His skin is slightly tan, not pale or anything. And he is missing his left arm because of an accident. He wears a cloak, and black jeans. He can turn into this odd orange tabby, he uses this power to hide away easily or to escape quickly.
Height: 5'4" smol thing
Personality: he can be a bit snappy and rude at first. But once you get to know him he's truly a great friend and sweet. Feline like in his actions. He gets a bit paranoid pretty easily, but other then that... He's pretty okay and chill.
Likes: he enjoys neck kisses, snuggling, fingers curling through his hair, cats, and fire.
Dislikes: bitter things, paranoia, sarcastic people, water, and small places
Fears/phobias: the ocean, and he is a bit claustrophobic
The day seemed like any other day... Get up, face what horrors that lie on the other side of his door. It was probably close to midnight, the usual time he had gotten up. He enjoyed sleeping for most of the day, but he would get up and sulk around for a while. Watching people with curious eyes. He enjoyed watching them, he guessed it was fun. Just seeing half of them mess up on things in their lives. Especially if a mass murder happened, that was always something that was pretty interesting.
Ignus shifted around on his bed, grumbling sharply as he struggled to wake himself up. Blinking his eyes sharply, sitting up to stretch out his tired limbs. Reaching his right hand to lightly palm his eye. Trying so desperately to wake himself up. He shuffled out of bed and pulled on his normal clothes. Shuffling down the stairs to head to his fridge, starving. He opened it and pulled out some meat he had stored in there. He loved eating raw meat, glad his body could handle it. Since he was different than normal people.
Ignus wolfed it down, scrambling out the door and into the dark forest ahead of him. Looking around to make sure that no one else was around him. He always hated the paranoia of being out in these woods. Especially since he was alone in the dark of night. He enjoyed it, but always feared there would be a point where he couldn't see a potential attacker. The demon continued down the trail, making sure to keep a eye out. Sighing, he came to a small stream. This poor guy knew he was going to have a bit of trouble. Climbing around something with one arm was tough . He was still around, so nothing bad happened. He wish he still had his arm though. The memory of how his arm was lost came up in his mind. He was being chased by demon hunters. Ignus knew what was going on, because the mountains creaked and moaned above them. The demon hunters were making too much noise, and started a rockslide. This little demon's arm got caught under a rock. So he had to tear it off in order for him to get away. He was glad he made it out with his life, and knew the sacrifice was worth it.
He just continued on with his walk, making sure to keep himself aware of what was going on, not wanting to end up being caught by anything he didn't want to be faced with. He perked up as he heard footsteps, causing his body to stiffen up in panic.
