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Jan. 6th, 2017 06:42 pm
reluctantscion: Imriel de la Courcel (still brooding)
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reluctantscion: Imriel de la Courcel (a kiss for a cut)
No Ask First/MaybeYes
» amputation
» male pregnancy
» scat
» vore
» guro
» zoophilia
» pedophilia
» anal sex (receiving)
» watersports
» torture
» non-consent
» fellatio (giving)
» pegging
» extreme humiliation
» bathroom denial
» heavy bdsm
» vanilla sex
» frottage
» anal sex (giving)
» hand jobs
» breast/nipple play
» crossdressing
» fellatio (receiving)
» hair pulling
» light bondage
» scratching
» squirting
» vaginal sex



Favourite kinks include: flogging, dominant/submissive dynamic, orgasm control/denial, conversations during intercourse, and teasing.

Imriel has some issues that largely affect his sexuality and the way he approaches sexual relationships.  For one thing he is D'Angeline, and his culture is one that is extremely open and encouraging of sexual pleasure and exploration.  His bloodline stems partly from Kushiel, which makes it more in his nature to be dominant and controlling during sex, and more prone to be excited by sexual activities that mix pain and pleasure.

HOWEVER, Imriel also has to deal with a terrible childhood trauma in which he was kidnapped by slavers and sold to a sadistic man who psychologically, physically, and sexually tortured him, and was forced to witness the torture of others until his future foster-parents came to rescue him.  This means that whereas he might naturally be inclined to enjoy bdsm and the company of other men, his lingering trauma might restrain him from giving into his own wants and desires, or if he does give in he might feel extremely guilty for it.  Compared to other D'Angelines, he might appear prudish.

reluctantscion: Imriel de la Courcel (Default)
→ OOC
□ Name:  Desibee
□ Age: 30
□ Contact:  http://www.plurk.com/desidesidesi
□ Journal:  reluctantscion

→ IC
□ Name:  Imriel de la Courcel
□ Journal:  reluctantscion
□ Series:  Kushiel's Legacy
□ Canon point:  Kushiel's Scion, after the siege of Lucca and Gilot's death.
□ History:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kushiel's_Scion
□ Personality: Imriel grew up completely ignorant of the fact that he was a prince of the blood, and the son of a traitor to the crown, and thus until the age of ten he was a normal, happy, and uncomplicated child who tended goats and played the pipes and sometimes climbed trees when the monks looking after him said he should not.  The children he grew up with liked and admired him, and said he was brave to almost the point of recklessness.  And then he was kidnapped by slavers who took him to Drujan, a nation of cruel sadists, and sold to the Mahrkagir who tortured the boy physically, mentally, and sexually.  In the zenana, Imriel learned fear and hatred and self-loathing, and some of those lessons will always stay with him, haunting him.  However, Imriel is a resilient person, and he had the good fortune to be rescued by his foster parents Phedre and Joscelin before Darsanga could destroy all of his innocence and goodwill.  Slowly, they taught him to trust in people and in love again and they give him a taste of the childhood that he lost.
On top of being a goat herder and a slave, Imriel has also had to come to terms with being the son of the greatest traitor of Terre d’Ange and a scion of Kushiel.  He resents his mother for her treachery and for the legacy she’s left him.  There are people in Terre d’Ange who will always look at him with suspicion, wondering if he will turn out to be his mother’s son in more than blood, and Imriel despises the weight of their judgement.  But more than that, Imriel has moments where he doubts himself and more than anything he fears becoming like his mother and like his torturers in Darsanga.  As a descendant of Kushiel, Imriel has the ability to see the fault-lines in the personality of others, and know where to press or pull to manipulate, dominate, or break them, but this is a skill that he doesn’t want and rarely uses.  He is especially wary about using these skills during sexual relations, as he fears getting swept up in the violence and darkness.  In his own words, Imriel is trying to be good.  That is particularly difficult to do when he finds himself falling in love with the one person he absolutely cannot have; the queen’s eldest daughter, Sidonie.
Imriel tends to brood a lot (in his situation, who wouldn’t) and it can take a good kick in the pants from his foster parents, or his friends to bring him out of his gloomy moods.  He retains some of the reckless spirit he had as a child, though it is tempered now with a little more caution.  He tends to think before he speaks and makes decisions more carefully when he is given the opportunity to take his time.  The complexities of court life annoy him and he would much rather be Imri the goatherd than Prince Imriel de la Courcel, but he has a strong sense of responsibility towards his foster parents and wants to make them proud of him.  He also wants to prove himself a loyal subject of the Crown, to combat the legacy his traitorous parents left him.  Though he is normally calm and quiet, there are a few subjects that can incite his temper, such as any bad word said about his foster mother, Phedre, mention of his birth mother, and any insult made to the people he loves.  He is very loyal and very passionate when he decides that he loves someone, although the all-consuming passion sometimes makes him very self-absorbed and dismissive to those he isn’t currently focusing his attentions on.  
□ Age:  19
□ Gender: Male
□ Appearance:  Imriel has the standard good looks of all D’Angeline people who were said to be descendants of the angels a long time ago.  He also bears the traditional looks of the House Shahrizai: blue-black hair that falls in waves if it grows long enough, and dark blue eyes like his mother’s.  Being from Terre d’Ange, he has little body hair, and skin is very fair and likely to burn in the sun.  His back shows scarring and weal marks from his time in Darsagna, as well as a brand that was burnt into his left buttock by a Tartar warlord.  He is usually armed with daggers.

□ Abilities/Powers:  Like all Shahrizai, Imriel is highly perceptive and has a certain knack for manipulation that he tries not to use.  He has also been trained in combat by a Cassiline which means he can use short daggers to defend himself as well as the sword.  He can ride horseback.  As a D'Angeline, he has an immunity to certain forms of disease although he can certainly still become ill and injured.  He never has to shave and will keep his good looks until he is very old, possibly until he dies.
□ Personal Items:
- one sword (nobleman's light sword)
- one rhinoceros hide swordbelt
- one scabbard
- one clay medallion with the symbol of the Cynic engraved on it
- one warm woolen cloak
- letter of reference from Phèdre nó Delaunay, the Comtesse de Montrève


□ First Person Sample:  see test drive thread -  http://theloonybin.dreamwidth.org/1548.html?thread=831756#cmt831756



□ Third Person Sample:

Imriel forced himself not to struggle while his hands were bound to the whipping post, the soft leather straps comfortable enough around his wrists that they did not chafe him save when he flexed his arms or tested the bonds. And he did test them. He couldn't help the initial tug against them, the spark of rebellion in him that resented being at the mercy of another. He was not subservient by nature. He could not submit to the lash as Phedre did, with an abandon that consumed everything she was. It was his nature to fight this.

He waited, tense and breathless, for that first blow and felt a warm hand instead.  He gasped as if it were a slap instead and tears sprang to his eyes, burning under thick, dark lashes. Tenderness was not something he had prepared himself to experience. When the hand left him, he let out a slow breath and dropped his shoulders, his head rolling forward on his chest.

Silence.

And then the flogger snapped through the air. White-hot pain burst across his shoulders and down, sizzling over his skin like lightening forked in a dozen separate strikes under it faded into an ache he could feel down to the bone. Muscles pulled so rigid they fairly snapped, he jerked against the blow, his chin lifting in a soundless gasp. No longer held by his eyelashes, tears rolled down his cheeks in heavy droplets, streaking the pale skin.

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