What Is Your Name?: Malkarr Mistsilver
What Kind Of Creature Are You? [It can be anything, really]: Incubus
What Do You Value? [Strength, Love, etc?]: Intellect, Elegance, Wit, Procedure
What Is Your Strength? [what do you do well?]: Spellcasting, Wearing a suit, Being a proper sophisticated gentledemon.
What Is Your Weakness? [what you are weak against]: Uncouthness, unsophisticated lewdness, Hard melee
What Is Your Story? [fluff]: Malkarr is one of the last Mistsilver Incubi left. His clan once numerous, has dwindled down over recent centuries (Free love angels? God really?) This has led to the Mistsilver clan looking for alternative strategies for survival. Sadly since most Incubi and Succubi cannot think of anything other than dick for a few minutes, this has had very few positive results. It speaks rather clearly when a plan called "Have a youngling poke a Shoggoth with a stick," isn't even in the top ten worst plans that have been tried in recent memory.

The plan Raising Malkarr was "Let them do what the fuck ever in the house, if they live they're not shit, now let's get fucking again." This plan had been attempting multiple times in the past, but Malkarr was different in that he was dropped on his head, which broke one of his horns. This lead to some ostracizing by his now much more rambunctious and sexually active siblings. Malkarr however barely cared, immersing himself in the Library of the Clan Patriarch, ironically one of the few Incubi who actually can hold a long and varied train of thought. Malkarr read voraciously taking in both occult lore and human history. Humans were varied and one thing was clear. The same approaches that had served his clan well were no longer up to snuff. A new, different, and most importantly well thought out approach would be necessary.

When the time of his proving, the trial that proves he was a true incubus, came up Malkarr made his move. He donned a suit, made by his own hand, and went out into the human world. There he not only managed to seduced the requisite thirteen humans he needed too, he managed to avoid the several Angels sent to purify him due to his siblings' bungling. He credits this due to his ability to present a proper front and appear human when he was being watched, instead of a degenerate sex fiend with no real forethought. Many, in fact most, of his relatives took his success as an insult. This was due to him missing a horn, turning his back on "tradition," and overall being rather smug his way succeeded. The clan patriarch noted this and sent him off to Sheol for his own education and safety while the clan was put into a position to capitalize on this approach.

What Is Your Personality? [Longer explanations helps..]:Malkarr is smart, and furthermore he knows it. This combined with his massive success after being ostracized by his clan has left him both arrogant and with a rather large lust for praise and renown. He dislikes brute force, crassness and overly direct ways of handling things, usually preferring to them indirectly or with lots of veiled subtlety.  He fancies himself sophisticated and a ladykiller and thus spends lots of time hitting on attractive females.