- Feb 9, 2019
Age: 85 but is visually around 25-30
History: Son of an incubus father and human mother, born and raised in a brothel. At age 18, he received 'training' to be a good submissive in the brothel. He stopped aging at 25 years old. At 65, he paid his way out of the brothel and apprenticed in a tailor's shop. At 75, the tailor died and Braxton took over the shop. He has kept it going strong for ten years, feeding his incubus nature on the men that come through his shop.
The front door of the shop is open to the street, smaller businesses keeping small wooden stalls on the sidewalk. They don't deter business, as there are always freshly baked pastries kept on the front counter. Just as a nice little addition. The smell often draws people in. Braxton is leaning on the counter, his shop currently empty. It's only the start of the morning though, so he's not worried about it. Outside, it's sun shining and blue sky, with only a slight breeze to fend off the heat. Braxton has chosen to dress simply today, a pale blue buttoned tunic left half open, a pair of soft black pants, and his heeled brown leather ankle boots. His thick crimson hair is pulled back from his face with a pale blue bandana to match his tunic. There's a pair of gold tattooed bands around his wrists, and he uses a simple glamour to hide his horns, and change the color of his eyes from black to green-flecked hazel.
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