Silky Johnson
Mr. J
In a couple of sentences:
Truly, Silky Johnson has a keen eye for those select few that are worth his valuable time out of the numerous individuals that he interacts with on a day to day basis. People of exceptional idiosyncrasies and otherworldly beauty are a mark to be contracted and taken advantage of. The majority fall short of this high bar, barely deserving of even a modicum of his attention before being tossed into his pleasure pits to become a sex-fueled addict. A man such as Silky all but flaunts his over the top and dismissive attitude, his confidence nearly impossible to match. However, at the end of the day, Silky is still a contract demon whose duties entail collecting the souls of mortals to bind their services for petty desires. This reason gives the incubus cause to on occasion snuff out his pride so that he can curry favor with one whom he finds distasteful. While in these circumstances, Silky has but a passing interest in the simple fool themselves, their value often lay separate from their bland personality and lacking physical traits. Silky always considers himself as a man of class and fashion so while his own appearance can come across as rather ostentatious, Silky has long since learned to disregard any and all prejudiced behavior towards him. In fact, he's come to overtly praise himself so much that the hate is rarely heard over his boasts. |
Physical Information
➘ Full Name: Berataebohr (This name has never been told to a mortal)
➘ Aliases: Silky Johnson, Silky, Mr. J, A pimp named Slickback (Yes you say the whole thing)
➘ Age (Lived Years): Roughly 1668 standard years
➘ Physical Age: Age is a hard thing to determine given his stature, but his form is supposed to be in his mid thirties.
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Incubus
➘ Body Type: Body is midget sized, but still proportioned appropriately with strong features. Were he the average height of a human male, he'd be at the peak of beauty, at least in his eyes.
➘ Height: 4'8"
➘ Weight: 136 lbs
➘ Coordination: Silky knows how to handle his body well enough in a fight and moving around. Which can surprise people when taken aback by his stature.
➘ Reflexes: Not a trained fighter by any means, but inhuman reactions and speed give him above average reflexes.
➘ Physical Strength: Stronger than a human, but less so compared to other metas. Incubi are rarely warriors, and Silky sees himself more as a lover than a fighter.
Appearance
➘ Silky is an interesting character to behold, let no one tell you otherwise. Standing at under five feet, he is defined as a midget, or a short person. However, being an incubus means that his body cares little about the height disadvantage. He is a creature of vice, meant to spread it wherever he can, so he's built to accommodate. His hair, kept well groomed is a healthy mane of blonde slicked back and cutting off right at the base of his neck. To match, he has an immaculately shaped handlebar mustache on his upper lip, curled just the way the ladies like. As of all gentleman and figures of class, muttonchops are present on each side of his cheek, really there is more hair on this tiny demon than on most people with nearly three feet on him. Little fat is on his body, that of your average Caucasian complexion, but lightly kissed by the sun. With broad shoulders and a thick neck, Silky is lean muscle, made to last through whatever physical needs might arise. Not that this is all too visible with the layers the gentleman wears. Never does he dress down, always in an attire costing at least four figures. His typical wardrobe consists of fine suits of silk, Egyptian cotton, and camel hair, none of the lesser synthetic fabrics ever sully his skin. A three piece suit, vest, shirt, and jacket in his primary colors of purple, black, and gold. He does from time to time tone down the flashy hues in favor a more subtle look. Always about accessorizing, Silky tends to pimp himself out when out and about. These include, but are not limited to: a top hat, a gold pocket watch with a chain to go with it, and a monocle, for no real reason other than because he thinks it helps him pull off maximum dapper. When particularly irate, he will summon an onyx black cane with a silver point at the bottom and a diamond studded handle. Usually, Silky uses this to beat others with to keep them in line; punishment and discipline are important for a pimp when dealing with the bitches.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single and without any interest in commitment.
➘ Immediate Family: N/A
➘ Allies: Tentative alliance with Zeno and his Corporation.
➘ Enemies: No one that he would remember the name of, but they do exist nonetheless.
➘ Followers: All those under his influence.
➘ Friends: N/A
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: Too many contracted/enthralled/enslaved individuals to list.
➘ General Alignment: Neutral Evil
➘ Sociability: When Silky walks into the room, everyone stares, and there's not a single person whom he cannot chat it up with.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Strictly Heterosexual, though Silky is not beyond being able to appreciate a fine looking specimen of a man.
➘ Lures: Beautiful men and women, fine wine and finer liquor, social gatherings, opulence.
➘ Savvies: Business management, pimping, holding a conversation with anyone, closing a deal, sexual performance.
➘ Ineptities: Empathy, honesty, dealing with the lesser classes, many menial tasks.
➘ Profession: Business man and pimp
➘ Education: Surprisingly, he has attended university for a business degree.
➘ Hobbies: Pimping, gambling (with stacked odds, of course), wine tasting, polo (not that he can play, he just enjoys the sport), and striking deals with unsuspecting mortals.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: One of the lower demonic planes where his kind originates.
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: Will never tell a mortal his true name, for he believes it will enslave him to their will.
➘ Virtues: N/A
➘ Vices: Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Wrath, Pride
➘ Likes: Anything that could even be considered a vice; sex, drugs, and rock and roll all of the time.
➘ Dislikes: Really, Silky only dislikes two things, the ugly, and the uninteresting. If you have nothing to offer him, and he cannot, or does not want to make a contract with, then he more than likely will not even give you a second glance.
➘ Affiliations: The Corporation, a long list of underworld connections.
➘ Addictions: N/A
➘ Handicaps: While he is a midget, Silky has never let the stigma stop him even for one second.
➘ Medical Conditions: N/A
➘ Full Name: Berataebohr (This name has never been told to a mortal)
➘ Aliases: Silky Johnson, Silky, Mr. J, A pimp named Slickback (Yes you say the whole thing)
➘ Age (Lived Years): Roughly 1668 standard years
➘ Physical Age: Age is a hard thing to determine given his stature, but his form is supposed to be in his mid thirties.
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Incubus
➘ Body Type: Body is midget sized, but still proportioned appropriately with strong features. Were he the average height of a human male, he'd be at the peak of beauty, at least in his eyes.
➘ Height: 4'8"
➘ Weight: 136 lbs
➘ Coordination: Silky knows how to handle his body well enough in a fight and moving around. Which can surprise people when taken aback by his stature.
➘ Reflexes: Not a trained fighter by any means, but inhuman reactions and speed give him above average reflexes.
➘ Physical Strength: Stronger than a human, but less so compared to other metas. Incubi are rarely warriors, and Silky sees himself more as a lover than a fighter.
Appearance
➘ Silky is an interesting character to behold, let no one tell you otherwise. Standing at under five feet, he is defined as a midget, or a short person. However, being an incubus means that his body cares little about the height disadvantage. He is a creature of vice, meant to spread it wherever he can, so he's built to accommodate. His hair, kept well groomed is a healthy mane of blonde slicked back and cutting off right at the base of his neck. To match, he has an immaculately shaped handlebar mustache on his upper lip, curled just the way the ladies like. As of all gentleman and figures of class, muttonchops are present on each side of his cheek, really there is more hair on this tiny demon than on most people with nearly three feet on him. Little fat is on his body, that of your average Caucasian complexion, but lightly kissed by the sun. With broad shoulders and a thick neck, Silky is lean muscle, made to last through whatever physical needs might arise. Not that this is all too visible with the layers the gentleman wears. Never does he dress down, always in an attire costing at least four figures. His typical wardrobe consists of fine suits of silk, Egyptian cotton, and camel hair, none of the lesser synthetic fabrics ever sully his skin. A three piece suit, vest, shirt, and jacket in his primary colors of purple, black, and gold. He does from time to time tone down the flashy hues in favor a more subtle look. Always about accessorizing, Silky tends to pimp himself out when out and about. These include, but are not limited to: a top hat, a gold pocket watch with a chain to go with it, and a monocle, for no real reason other than because he thinks it helps him pull off maximum dapper. When particularly irate, he will summon an onyx black cane with a silver point at the bottom and a diamond studded handle. Usually, Silky uses this to beat others with to keep them in line; punishment and discipline are important for a pimp when dealing with the bitches.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single and without any interest in commitment.
➘ Immediate Family: N/A
➘ Allies: Tentative alliance with Zeno and his Corporation.
➘ Enemies: No one that he would remember the name of, but they do exist nonetheless.
➘ Followers: All those under his influence.
➘ Friends: N/A
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: Too many contracted/enthralled/enslaved individuals to list.
➘ General Alignment: Neutral Evil
➘ Sociability: When Silky walks into the room, everyone stares, and there's not a single person whom he cannot chat it up with.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Strictly Heterosexual, though Silky is not beyond being able to appreciate a fine looking specimen of a man.
➘ Lures: Beautiful men and women, fine wine and finer liquor, social gatherings, opulence.
➘ Savvies: Business management, pimping, holding a conversation with anyone, closing a deal, sexual performance.
➘ Ineptities: Empathy, honesty, dealing with the lesser classes, many menial tasks.
➘ Profession: Business man and pimp
➘ Education: Surprisingly, he has attended university for a business degree.
➘ Hobbies: Pimping, gambling (with stacked odds, of course), wine tasting, polo (not that he can play, he just enjoys the sport), and striking deals with unsuspecting mortals.
➘ Religion: N/A
➘ Location of Birth: One of the lower demonic planes where his kind originates.
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: Will never tell a mortal his true name, for he believes it will enslave him to their will.
➘ Virtues: N/A
➘ Vices: Lust, Greed, Gluttony, Wrath, Pride
➘ Likes: Anything that could even be considered a vice; sex, drugs, and rock and roll all of the time.
➘ Dislikes: Really, Silky only dislikes two things, the ugly, and the uninteresting. If you have nothing to offer him, and he cannot, or does not want to make a contract with, then he more than likely will not even give you a second glance.
➘ Affiliations: The Corporation, a long list of underworld connections.
➘ Addictions: N/A
➘ Handicaps: While he is a midget, Silky has never let the stigma stop him even for one second.
➘ Medical Conditions: N/A
Abilities
➘ General Overview/Limits: Not that Silky would call himself a run of the mill Incubus, but when comparing him to other metahumans, his abilities are rather concise. He has the typical enhancement of strength, speed, and senses, but not overly so. What talents he possesses are refined and powerful from centuries of practice. In the end, Silky is not a well-trained combatant, at least not in the traditional belief. Silky will seldom begin a conflict with an individual without numerous and rather devious schemes in place.
➘ General Overview/Limits: Not that Silky would call himself a run of the mill Incubus, but when comparing him to other metahumans, his abilities are rather concise. He has the typical enhancement of strength, speed, and senses, but not overly so. What talents he possesses are refined and powerful from centuries of practice. In the end, Silky is not a well-trained combatant, at least not in the traditional belief. Silky will seldom begin a conflict with an individual without numerous and rather devious schemes in place.
- Energy Drain: Through sexual contact, or merely a kiss, wiling or not, Silky is able to all but suck the life force or energy out of another to fuel himself. Depending on the will of the other, this can continue even to the point of death.
- Lust Inducing Beam: As it sounds, Silky can project a rather obvious and flashy pink ray from his eyes, when upon hitting their target will fluster the target with arousal that makes it difficult for them not to lose themselves in seeking out pleasure, either from themselves or the nearest individual.
- Incorporeality: In times of need or haste, Silky can reduce his form to a fine pink smoke and flee.
- Apportation: When knowing of an objects location, he can open a window and move said object to either his location, a known location, or somewhere he has a beacon to. The father the distance traveled the more energy expelled, and the same is multiplied against the size of the object. In Silky's case, this is generally limited to items able to be held in one's hand.
- Suggestion: The ability to influence the actions of the target by suggesting commands. Since it is merely suggestion, and not a command, outright harmful suggestions would rarely work outside of a weaker willed creature. This can last as long as it takes to either complete the suggestion, or is vague enough until the incubus drops the spell, though the longer the duration, the greater the drain on the user.
- + Ocular: Direct eye contact allows greater and direct suggestive capabilities against his opponent. In this fashion, even stronger willed beings have a hard time at the very least not entertaining the thoughts of the caster's desire.
+ Presence: Able to induce his suggestive actions across a room, the penetration and range are all dependent on how much energy the incubus is willing to expend, but overall, this is far weaker than were he casting this on a single individual.
Weapons/Gear
➘ Cane: A black lacquered, mahogany cane with a diamond handle and a silver tip at the end. This isn't anything special, magically strengthened to withstand basic attacks against it, but not so much as to be used in actual combat against an opponent with a supernatural weapon. It would definitely cause one a bit of pain to get smacked over the top of the head with it.
➘ Claws: As an incubus, his claws are a weapon unto themselves, sharp enough to rend flesh through. As a defense there is little provided by them. They are only visible when desired.
➘ Firearms: Silky doesn't have any particular gun that stands out as being his own, and personally he dislikes them considering that in their use blood would likely be spilled over his ten thousand dollar suit. When it comes down to it, though, the incubus is not above capping a bitch if need be.
➘ Cane: A black lacquered, mahogany cane with a diamond handle and a silver tip at the end. This isn't anything special, magically strengthened to withstand basic attacks against it, but not so much as to be used in actual combat against an opponent with a supernatural weapon. It would definitely cause one a bit of pain to get smacked over the top of the head with it.
➘ Claws: As an incubus, his claws are a weapon unto themselves, sharp enough to rend flesh through. As a defense there is little provided by them. They are only visible when desired.
➘ Firearms: Silky doesn't have any particular gun that stands out as being his own, and personally he dislikes them considering that in their use blood would likely be spilled over his ten thousand dollar suit. When it comes down to it, though, the incubus is not above capping a bitch if need be.
A Little Snippet of Their Life:
Now now, here is a story to be told, not of your typical rags to riches, or a lowly boy rising to the challenge to become a hero. This is the tale of a one, Silky Johnson, Pimp of Pimps, though the title is still a work in progress being vetted through well respected circles.
Incubus are born quite regularly both in an out of the primary hellish planes. There is nothing particularly special concerning them, after all they are but the culmination of the desires that the mortals spill across the ground and into each-other. Silky was not in fact born to the name he holds now, but for a demon to flaunt around their true name is not only arrogant, but foolish. Perhaps Silky will never reach quite the same recognition as some of his kind out in the world, but as long as he knows his empire thrives and he rules all that he sees, then that is all that truly matters to the man. Getting ahead of ourselves, though; a fledgling, he was born with the desire for power that most demons had within then, but born a strange deformed man put him as a laughing stock among his entire kind. They could jeer and look down about the midget incubus, though, for that tiny, sexy man had more ambition than the whole lot of them.
It wasn't easy, but Silky did not give up. He survived the trials of his own kind, and when of the age he struck it to the mortal planes to start a new era to build a new name. Which is exactly what he needed. It did not come quickly, however, for one as great as himself, he needed a moniker to match. What he went by in the meantime was fairly typical for lesser civilizations: a God of many, many areas, holy one, master. Where he picked up the one he'd hold above all else is not so strange, well, the name is, but that goes without saying. Civilizations would rise and fall with the bat of his lashes, and it was until years in the future in a roadside strip club after hours of wandering out of a desert highway that he took his current title. The demon pushed through the doors and began to work his long since perfected magic upon humans. Where is brothers and sisters laughed at the thought, here he was with both men and women crawling at his feet, and when all was said and done he received numerous compliment on how smooth he was with his "Johnson". A grin cracking at those lips of his, how had he never heard this before? Perhaps he had, but never did it strike him with such clarity. To take the name Silky Johnson after that point, well, how could he pass it up?
From there he went from city to city, setting up a bar or two here, a seedy club there, a strip club wherever he could. These were nice ventures, peanuts to the incubus in the overall scheme, unfortunately. The right place hadn't struck him, where to truly start an empire fitting his name. The strings he had laid out tediously finally wrapped up around an interesting ocean side city. In this he'd set up one of his more ambitious ventures, a hot spring resort set in the mountainside overlooking the populous. It wasn't Silky without his personal touch, and if one ever visited they might be in for a surprise; treated to such a lovely time that they just had to come back again and again, maybe stay longer or not leave at all.
Here is where he made contact with a certain organization that had a proposition for him that seemed too good to pass up, but Mr. Johnson was all about high risk, high reward. They had him build up a casino as a sort of base for their operations, and working his magic he made it a den of sin like no other, people never seemed to stop moving through the always open doors. Here he sits upon his throne, happy for now, but always looking for more. He did have a keen sense for getting out when the going was good, but it remained to be seen for his current situation.
Now now, here is a story to be told, not of your typical rags to riches, or a lowly boy rising to the challenge to become a hero. This is the tale of a one, Silky Johnson, Pimp of Pimps, though the title is still a work in progress being vetted through well respected circles.
Incubus are born quite regularly both in an out of the primary hellish planes. There is nothing particularly special concerning them, after all they are but the culmination of the desires that the mortals spill across the ground and into each-other. Silky was not in fact born to the name he holds now, but for a demon to flaunt around their true name is not only arrogant, but foolish. Perhaps Silky will never reach quite the same recognition as some of his kind out in the world, but as long as he knows his empire thrives and he rules all that he sees, then that is all that truly matters to the man. Getting ahead of ourselves, though; a fledgling, he was born with the desire for power that most demons had within then, but born a strange deformed man put him as a laughing stock among his entire kind. They could jeer and look down about the midget incubus, though, for that tiny, sexy man had more ambition than the whole lot of them.
It wasn't easy, but Silky did not give up. He survived the trials of his own kind, and when of the age he struck it to the mortal planes to start a new era to build a new name. Which is exactly what he needed. It did not come quickly, however, for one as great as himself, he needed a moniker to match. What he went by in the meantime was fairly typical for lesser civilizations: a God of many, many areas, holy one, master. Where he picked up the one he'd hold above all else is not so strange, well, the name is, but that goes without saying. Civilizations would rise and fall with the bat of his lashes, and it was until years in the future in a roadside strip club after hours of wandering out of a desert highway that he took his current title. The demon pushed through the doors and began to work his long since perfected magic upon humans. Where is brothers and sisters laughed at the thought, here he was with both men and women crawling at his feet, and when all was said and done he received numerous compliment on how smooth he was with his "Johnson". A grin cracking at those lips of his, how had he never heard this before? Perhaps he had, but never did it strike him with such clarity. To take the name Silky Johnson after that point, well, how could he pass it up?
From there he went from city to city, setting up a bar or two here, a seedy club there, a strip club wherever he could. These were nice ventures, peanuts to the incubus in the overall scheme, unfortunately. The right place hadn't struck him, where to truly start an empire fitting his name. The strings he had laid out tediously finally wrapped up around an interesting ocean side city. In this he'd set up one of his more ambitious ventures, a hot spring resort set in the mountainside overlooking the populous. It wasn't Silky without his personal touch, and if one ever visited they might be in for a surprise; treated to such a lovely time that they just had to come back again and again, maybe stay longer or not leave at all.
Here is where he made contact with a certain organization that had a proposition for him that seemed too good to pass up, but Mr. Johnson was all about high risk, high reward. They had him build up a casino as a sort of base for their operations, and working his magic he made it a den of sin like no other, people never seemed to stop moving through the always open doors. Here he sits upon his throne, happy for now, but always looking for more. He did have a keen sense for getting out when the going was good, but it remained to be seen for his current situation.