Name: Armas (also known as Gau by the villagers)<br/>Age: Unknown, looks 19<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Looks:<a class="postlink" href="http://s205.photobucket.com/user/warriorcat1995/media/CreativeRoleplay/950353_zps23f350fc.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb318/warriorcat1995/CreativeRoleplay/th_950353_zps23f350fc.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Personality: Sadistic, as you would expect him to be, Armas always played the naÃ¯ve lost boy in the woods as a young incubi. When he grew to be what looked like 15, he was drawn in to a witch, one who was much older than him but so beautiful that he could not resist her. When he finally matured enough, he became her lover and they drew in youthful humans, drawing their essence from their very bodies till one winter's evening a human discovered their secret ploy. Able to escape, the human drew in a mob who burnt their cottage to the ground. Armas was forced to flee but he patiently drew back to the old grounds to find his lost lover. The following year he searched for her and finally came upon a small village, she was still beautiful, youthful and forever lustrious but she had a new incubi at her side, much younger than him. When he confronted her, she simply pushed their love off as if she had only loved him while he was still growing till his appearance permanently set. Angry and betrayed, Armas left. Now, in the past twenty years he has made his prey a small village which has serviced him women in the past ten years. He takes pleasure in wooing them into loving him then casting them off and drawing them back again. Pain is his game.<br/>Extra: He once was the lover of the witch, Annurla.<br/><br/>He was particular about his hair color, as he twisted a small strand of it between his finger and thumb, siting back on his favorite rocky perch where he could spot his usual meal. It had been days since his last meal finally passed on and the thought of a fresh body made his tingle with that excitement of a new game. He began to guess her height, thinking the girl he would meet would be about sixteen or seventeen with long beautiful hair that curled at the ends that may be blonde or even brown. His ears twitched at the sound of the bell and Armas sat up, licking his lips.<br/><br/>"Welcome to my forest, darling." He practiced, closing his eyes, "No. It would be more of a..." Armas shook his head, slumping his shoulders as he got up. He stood up straight and tall before bowing, "Good evening, I am Armas, but am formally known as Gau by your villagers.... No...." He stopped, thinking again before a large black horse pawed at the ground nearby, walking towards him slowly. She tipped her ears forward before resting her head on his shoulders, "Ah, Finch, I was just about to ask you a favor. I want you to find the girl, show her the way here." he instructed his little familiar.<br/><br/>Finch nodded and tossed her head back, neighing loudly before galloping off into the twilight. As soon as the girl entered the forests, the black horse, a nightmare, had carved a path through the thicket and trees. They bent away from her, as if in her will as she came to a galloping halt in a clearing not far from view from the Anna. She tossed back her head, letting her mane whip back wildly in the wind as if beckoning her to her direction.