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G i v e n N a m e:: Elijah Shea Weylyn
O t h e r N a m e s:: Shea
A g e:: Nineteen
B i r t h d a y:: February 14th
O r i g i n:: London
S p e c i e s:: Dream Incubus
H a i r C o l o u r:: A soft pink hue
E y e C o l o u r:: Hot pink in color. However they can change from darker hues of pink to light shades of red, depending on my mood.
H e i g h t:: 6'1"
B u i l d:: I have a muscular but lean build
S e x u a l i t y:: Homosexual
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Ruby, Cloud, Bed, Rose, Lollipop, Heart
C o l o u r s:: Hot Pink, Plum, Green, Deep Purple
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L i k e s::
☑ Apples
☑ Sweets
☑ Singing
☑ Flowers
☑ Sweet Dreams
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Bees
☒ Smoke
☒ Sour Foods
☒ A Dirty Home
☒ Thunderstorms
T a l e n t s:: I love to sing and have ever since I was small. I think I have a rather nice pitch after all the lessons I have had. I'm an excellent cook and when I can, everything is sparkling.
Q u i r k s:: Whenever I am mad or nervous about something, I either play with my hair or I clean whatever I can get my hands on. It helps me relax for some strange reason, and once everything is clean I tend to calm down. In order to use my powers, I need a LOT of energy that comes from sex... and even then... well... I need my partners "bodily" fluids to increase my power. Another thing, whenever I am weak from hunger, I become incredibly irritable and hard to get along with. My body will slowly start to lose its appeal and shine as well. I must have a partner willing to be with me in order for me to live. I'll die without the sexual energy. And... I'm afraid of being alone. Being an unwanted child really did some damage to me, and I'm terrified that I will end up that way again. Which is why I am grateful to be what I am. Everyone loves sex and I'm sure that someone will want me just for that.
S k i l l s:: enter people's dreams and do whatever I want with them. I can manipulate them and control how I want them to go. Of course I can charm people with weaker minds. The weaker the mind, the more control that I have. A person could be wide awake and simply daydreaming and I would be able to have my way with them.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I come across as a flirtatious and beautiful man. I'm an Incubus so of course it is in my nature to charm, flirt, and seduce. I'm an outgoing person because I was raised to be so, and I am incredibly loyal to those I deem special and important. Of course, that was only to my father and mother. I do act differently depending on the crowd. If I am around children, I become gentle, kind, and incredibly patient. I just have that mothering instinct which is odd considering that I am a man, but I suppose that is because I helped raise my younger siblings for a while. When I am with an older crowd, I tend to show more of my true nature. I like to flirt and play games. It all depends on the person on what kind of games that I will play though. I find that if I am with stubborn men who like to assert their dominance to be quite aggravating, so I tend to rebel and become bit of a brat. I like getting my way and will become pouty and hard to get along with until I get what I want. What can I say? My father spoiled me so I'm used to getting whatever I want. Normally though I'm a pretty nice guy that loves kids. I was always loyal to them seeing as they are incredibly honest, unlike adults who like to toy and play with people. People who are much like myself, but I would never hurt someone intentionally like most people. I am a people person and I like be out and about, and no that isn't sexual in any way. I was raised in a town with a beach and other sources of entertainment, so being cooped up inside is something I don't like. I get restless and easily annoyed if I am.
H i s t o r y:: I think it is all pretty simple really... well... for the most part I should say. However, let me start from the beginning. My mother was just your typical college student on spring break. She was a beautiful young woman with bright blue eyes and beautiful dark hair. It wasn't normal for her to run with the party crowd, but a couple of her friends begged her to go to a small town that was close to a beach. The town was (and still is) a big tourist attraction with it's white sand beaches and crystal blue water, though it is small, the place has quite a selection of entertainment means. Bars, malls, theaters, the beach. It was the typical spot for young people to have fun. Moving on to the next part of my tale, my mother was pulled into the local club. This is how she met my gorgeous father. The man was handsome, charming, and had this unworldly beauty that made weaker women swoon. His hair was such a light color pf pink that it was almost white, while his eyes were a hypnotizing shade of magenta. Yes, my father was a true lady killer, but then again, aren't all Incubuses? The two hit it off and the entire time my mother was on spring break, she was with my father. My mother always spoke fondly of the past memories with the man, and I always loved to hear her talk about her life. On the night before the day she left, things became a little heated, and soon the couple found themselves naked and tangled with each other on the beach. The next day, dad saw mom off, slipping his number and address into her pocket, and that was the last time my mother saw him. A couple of months passed and my mother found herself getting sick and getting bigger. Yup. You guessed it. She was pregnant with little me. Mom was overjoyed with the news, however... my wonderful grandparents weren't as happy. They begged my mother to go through with an abortion, that she would be throwing her life away if she kept me. My mom was heartbroken and refused. Her friends had told her to call my father, but the woman said it was none of his concern and that she didn't want to bother him. So the months passed and the woman continued to grow and then I was born. Were there a lot of people happy about my coming into this world? Nope! Just my mother and her closest friend, my godmother.
My mom raised me all by herself until I was six, and then her parents forced her to marry some hotshot lawyer. I didn't care for the man and I believe my mother only tolerated him because she didn't have much of a choice. My step-father was a horrible man who only cared about money and his status in society. Did he like me? No. Not at all. He hated me because I was considered to be a scandal to his new little family, and the man was quick to get my beautiful mother pregnant. I had two younger siblings who I was incredibly fond of. Excluding my step-father, we were a happy little family. However, I had to learn the hard way that things weren't always meant to stay happy. When I was nine, my mother started to become incredibly sick. With every passing day she grew weaker and weaker, and eventually had to stay in bed. I took care of her along with my younger siblings, and when I was ten, she finally passed on. I lost the only woman who actually loved me. As soon as the funeral was over and everyone was gone, my step-father packed me things and told me to get out. I walked ten miles to my grandparents who wouldn't even answer the door. Instead they sent out a butler to tell me that it was unsightly to see an orphan hanging around on their porch. I had no idea where I was going to do, where I was going to go, but I remembered my mother's friend and quickly ran to her. The woman was incredibly kind and she kept me for a couple of months before revealing that my mother had left her a letter containing a number and an address. She said that I was welcome to stay or find my father. After resting and making sure that I was up for the trip, I was put on a plane and to the town where I was conceived. As I got off the plane, a tall man with hair like mine was standing there, waiting with a smile on his face. I finally had someone to love me. Living in the small town was different from the larger city but I enjoyed the beach and sense of peace it offered. The drive back to my new home, my father told me that he was the one in charge of running this small paradise. He spoke of all the things that it offered and the time that he spent with my mother. I could tell that it deeply hurt him that she kept me secret and never called him, but he always smiled at me and told me that at least he had a little part of her now. I told him all about my life and how mom was forced to marry that a*****e, which dad didn't handle really well. Anyways, I was raised with much love and care. My father spoiled me and took me almost everywhere, but I was always curious as to why he left at night. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I finally understood. I didn't really understand the intense desire to have sex with anything walking, and just put it off as a part of puberty. What changed my mind you ask? The fact that I found myself in my father's dream.
It scared me at first but when we both woke up the next morning, my father explained things to me. About what we were and that the urges I was feeling were perfectly normal. He told me that all I had to do was go find someone to have sex with, and so I did that very thing. It just didn't work out as well as my father had planned. From a young age, I had feminine features and was told that I was too pretty to be a boy. I was often mistaken as a girl as a little boy and it just seemed like that older I would get, the prettier I would get. By the time I was sixteen, I had been approached by many people from different modeling and acting agencies. Anyways, my father and I found out rather quickly that women were incredibly jealous of me... especially when it came to my father. Many believed that we were a couple, and quickly felt stupid when they learned I was his son. So what did I do next? Well it's obvious isn't it? I started sleeping with men. Which was fine because I never cared much for women anyways. My life with my father was a good one and I enjoyed every day that I lived in that small town. I started to learn how to use my powers for infiltrating dreams, manipulating them, controlling them. I learned how to seduce others easily and how to please my partners. So how did I end up in the slave trade? Well... because I had to follow my lower head instead of the one on my shoulders. My dad had to go away on some kind of business trip and it was during that time that a new couple moved to the town. I was playing with the local kids when I saw him, and the man made it quite obvious that he was interested. His girlfriend didn't like that too much and quickly pulled him away, which made me interested on how much I could get away with. In the beginning it was nothing but harmless flirting and chatting, but it turned into a physical relationship rather quickly. The sex was great but his dreams... his mind was weak so I could turn his dreams into whatever I wanted. Our relationship lasted an entire week, and then everything went downhill. I was just enjoying myself when his girlfriend walked in and hit me in the back of the head with something. There I was passed out on the bed with her boyfriend who cheated on her with another man. Of course she didn't take it very well and after beating the s**t out of her cheating boyfriend, she dragged me off into the city and sold me. I was told that she got a high price because of my looks and my race, but what good did that do me? Now that I am thinking about it, I remember my dad telling me not to fool around with couples because it caused problems. Well, I wished that I would have remembered that bit of information. I guess now I will just hang around this room until someone decides to come and get me. Not like I can do much of anything else.
Elena Tresemme
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