in throes of desire, unsatiated appetite
β closed OC muse ; MINTHAROZ 'OZ' MIRO written for βｑ°β©STARLIGHT.
rules & requests
no unplotted drama, please! this is a hobby i use to unwind and i don't want to stress.
i have no real hard triggers but would appreciate the courtesy of a warning or tags instead of it being a surprise.
i really enjoy darker themes and in depth plots, and i'm willing to put in the effort to build that for our muses. but please let it be a two way street instead of a hard carry.
. FULL NAME. . mintharoz miro
. ALSO KNOWN AS. . oz, honeycomb (sex work)
. D.O.B. + AGE. . 14 nov 1956 | 68
. ZODIAC. . scorpio
. GENDER. . cismale
. PRONOUNS. . he/him
. ORIENTATION. . pansexual, greyromantic
. OCCUPATION. . odd jobs, escort, spy for hire, thief
. SPECIES. . incubus
. BIRTHPLACE. . the deep
. CURRENT HOME. . lunae district, starlight
. LANGUAGE(S). . hellspeak, latin, english, korean, japanese, mandarin
. SIG. OTHER. . none
. PET(S). . a strange hell creature named aranea that looks like a cat with too many legs, an extra eye on her forehead, and bat wings
empty, hungry mouths hold the sharpest teeth
. PERSONALITY. . inhale deeply, hold your breath, get yourself high off his exhale when you kiss. oz rearranges his parts to fit next to you perfectly. he seems like a dream because he's probably burrowed into yours while you slept to pluck what you want, how you like it, what you're ashamed of admitting but he's willing to entertain. but he's an elusive creature. any attempt to catch, to hold, leads to him dissipating like smoke. oz wears so many faces but those that really know him beyond the illusions he casts know that he's got a sharp sense of humor, a warm and playful energy and in the right moments -- vulnerability that's soft, sheer, and easy to rip.
tw sex mentionhe's born in a burst of pleasure βｑ°⩠hundreds of orgasms at once and mintharoz blinks into existence thinking 'how wonderful it is to be alive'.he rethinks that quickly.The Deep is a horrible place to come to existential terms that you're sewn into whatever grand design exists, and oz thinks, ah -- !! god is either fond of jokes or whimsically cruel.it's the latter.even before his first sin he's judged as an infernal. where's the fairness in that? so he learns the hard way. realizes his body his currency, his beauty a weapon, and to survive you've just got to use what you've gotthe rich lie more because they've got so much to lose.mintharoz will make sure they lose it quicker.
headcanons
pending
core memory . there is a human book he likes titled 'peter pan.' he finds it in the library while seeking shelter from the cold winter and heated bodies, not wanting to earn his keep but needing to keep warm. it's the cover that attracts him first -- the text embossed with gold, a shadowy boy with a fairy. he reads it so many times it begins to fall apart. the pages turn yellow, the cover frayed. it's what inspires him to collect his own motley little crew of thieves.
divergent . for an incubus, oz is unusually fond of children. he's popular in the lunae district -- swarmed by them when he returns from a job because he usually has candies for them in his pockets
crime . his scams have grown more elaborate these recent years. he's managed to infiltrate the beds of the upper class of starlight under an alias and false papers, though that particular illusion will crumble if any of his bed partners dig too deep into his history
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wanted connections
ragtag [open, slave] . lunae district's the type of place that catches you in it's teeth, grinds you up between them and spits you out worse for wear once it's done. the two of you ran into a bit of trouble and came out of it with matching scrapes and bruises, and ever since they you've looked out each other in the dark. the pair of you are rarely soft, but you are teeth, nails, bones and the learned behavior of survivalists in a dangerous place.
bloom [open, any] . despite the nature of his race -- oz was a sweet little thing when newly forged from the throes of desire, innocent and blunt in his wants and needs. he's grown more silver tongued now, tempered by experiences but you knew him back when he was a rose learning to bloom, before he realized the necessity of thorns. he's vulnerable and sweet around you because of your shared past.
bitter [open, master] . oz's promises dripped sweet and thick in your ear and down your throat for you to swallow, filling you up with doting affection and worshipping your body with his hands, his mouth, his promises of "i love you." one evening however -- he vanishes like an exhale of smoke sucked from your lungs leaving you suddenly empty, gasping in the aftermath of almost too much to nothing. now, when you met he pretends to be but a simple friend, another acquaintance. though when you look him in the eye he can't help but glance away to something, anything but you.
menace [open, any] . you crossed him somehow. a job interrupted, a client stolen, who knows. now oz delights in making life difficult for you with sabotages and pranks, sometimes playful and sometimes dangerous. time will tell whether you make up or remain antagonistic.
nightlight [closed, XINYI] . oz is a nocturnal creature. so are you. the pair of you delight in dressing pretty and wandering through the night life, illuminated by the neon lighting. you drink, you dance, you indulge. life is hard but these evenings are brilliant bursts of fun in the dredge of it.
mimicry [closed, BEOMSEOK] . incubi are solitary species. jostle too many of them in a shared space and they start to bare their teeth and whip their tails, burrowing their claws into the bodies they consider theirs before another of their kind can attempt to snatch them. but beomseok and oz -- thier dynamic's unusual for their kind. they shoulders press together and they both find comfort, and they don't mind sharing a meal. beomseok's the first real incubus friend oz has made and they're notoriously up to no good while in each other's company.