<div align="center">(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130711190649/sailormoon/images/3/35/Nega_Moon_Symbol.png)<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>| Dark Moon King |</strong></span></span>(http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130711190649/sailormoon/images/3/35/Nega_Moon_Symbol.png)<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/Candyum/13464327321648_500_zpsc0c82dcd.jpg~original)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Damarius Nocturne<br/><strong>Played By:</strong>Teacup Twink<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>King of the Dark Moon Kingdom<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Centuries old, appears to only be 42-46 age range.<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'7"<em>3/4</em>, however reaches 7'4" once we reach his realm.<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>276 -342 lbs<br/><strong>Body type:</strong>Extremely broad shoulders and towering heights, his torso is long and ripples with chiseled cobblestone abs as if sculpted by the gods. The tall man's arms and biceps flex effortlessly, his back muscles are astounding and that eye-catching Adonis belt of his V leads to lustful thinking and always touching. Is also however, decently furry. Dark hair dusts across his chest and abs, thickening at his happy trail and densely under his arms. He is a man after all. Appears 25% more beefy than picture.<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Unknown what to refer to him as, appears human.<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>King of a banished Kingdom<br/><strong>Friends:</strong>He has no friends, only pawns.<br/><strong>Costume:</strong>Godly, loose and simple clothing that exposes his body. Themed after Greek and Roman mixed with Gothic themes (http://i941.photobucket.com/albums/ad252/NekoTheSecretNinja/Candyum/2012-09-30_1839281_zps43d09803.jpg~original)<br/><strong>Weapon:</strong>Magic and a scythe he rarely uses, but seems to also be his scepter.<br/><strong>Powers:</strong><br/><em>Orbs of Nocturne - </em>When slamming his scepter / scythe down, he can make an impact that forces a ring of dust to rise from the settled ground. Blue, ghostly orbs rise from the ground and pulse. Following the enemy but exploding quite quickly. The explosions are quite small, but harmful and can force the enemy to stumble.<br/><em>Night Wing -</em>An act of when swiping his scythe , ravenous feathers flow behind its blade. The scythe is then flung into the air, spiraling about like a boomerang as it sweeps the room before returning to its Master's hand with the help of magic.<br/><em>Telekinesis -</em>The ability to grasp a human form without being near it, in which he usually tosses the enemy across the field or into a team mate.<br/><em>Sleepwalker -</em>The ability to creep into the dreams of others and do as he pleases to them, it will feel quite real until they wake up.<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>A dark and sultry flirt, but demanding and coldly abusive. He however seems more blunt and prideful about it, commanding and leaving no choice. However he only gets more calm and cold when angered rather than bursting into a fury like his pawns. Though he will of course go harder and stronger once angered, he rarely loses composure. Damarius sees humans as lower beings and EVERYONE below him in general. He's a commander with no sense of love of humbleness about him. He's not caring, greedy and prideful like he gets his minions to strive to be.<br/><strong>Likes:</strong>Chess, strategy , winning , being fawned over, uppity slaves, chains, being worshiped. Nothing is ever enough enough for him, beautiful men and women? He needs more. A nearly endless amount of land? He needs more. Now that most of that has been limited to SOME degree since the banishing he strives to get it all back, but will not lose his composure like last time he states. Enjoys dark chocolate, cherries wine and rain. Enjoys mind games. Hot springs.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong>Overly sweet foods, masculine men. Doesn't appear to care much for bright colors, however sometimes he finds the innocence in them amusing.<br/><strong>Hobbies:</strong>Strategizing war, building a harem and world for just himself. Revenge.<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Between The Sheets:</strong>Top<br/><strong>On's &amp; Off's:</strong><br/><em>Ons -</em>Choking, hair pulling , non-con , dub-con , face-fucking, muscle worship , depraved acts such as armpit worship, begging, gaping holes he has created. Size queens, watersports , s&m , verbal abuse, humiliation , degradation , sadism.<br/><em>Offs -</em>Scat, mutilation , death<br/><strong>Dom / Switch / Sub: </strong>Dominant<br/><strong>History:</strong>Damarius Nocturne was once a part of the Silver Millenium  time period, living under the Moon Kingdom's rule with their own. The two of them allies and sister Kingdoms and equals. In fact, everyone was quite happy during this time. Including the King himself was quite pleased, happy and even friends with the Queen of his sister Kingdom. Worshiped and fawned over regularly by their women and men, the food impeccable and music cleansing to the soul. However, there was a history between the two kingdoms that had gone on for centuries. A tradition that  the Queen of the other Kingdom broke. There was a reason for the war that would come soon after.<br/><br/>The Queen was supposed to uphold this tradition, the tradition of her son marrying the sister Kingdom's ruler. However she denied it, stating her son was far too much young for him and that times have changed - are changing and there was no reason to uphold the agreement since that tradition was originally a part of the treaty which no longer affected them. Though she was correct, it was a tradition that had been done numerous times despite the treaty not needing to be done. The King would have agreed if that pure creature he had seen hurt and in pain at one point hadn't awakened something in his sick soul deep down. He admittedly grew bored now and again of some of those he worshipped and had turned to darker sexual acts in attempt to match that glorious expression. It was to be his property, that Prince. Time passed and he was still over thinking the subject. Only to find out that the boy would be wed to a Prince / King from Earth.<br/><br/>It was then that plans had risen and a war began, you know the rest. Now his spirit is trapped in a well waiting to be resurrected with the power of human souls.