Wes 'Andras' Daxton
"I can smell your fear, little pearl."
Asmodeus' greatest creation
He isn’t here to play fair. He’s here to win and heaven help anyone standing in his way.
Elegance in Ruin
He doesn’t just exist; he dominates, a flawless blend of beauty and beast.
The devil you love to hate
Always one to enjoy the spotlight, his cocky smile and biting sarcasm ensure all eyes are on him- a presence impossible to ignore.
"Have I piqued your interest, little pearl? How delightful."
Born in 1724, Wes is no mere mortal. At 6’6”, he’s an infernal masterpiece, crafted by Asmodeus himself to serve a cult. Freed after centuries of servitude, he remains as loyal as a wolf to its alpha - ruthless, calculated, and always one step ahead. Tattoos snake across his body, his dark hair tousled like he’s just stepped out of a storm he summoned. Silver and black eyes glint like polished steel, and his split tongue? That's just an added bonus of pleasureWes owns the night. Clubs, underground deals, and whispers of his influence. Sophistication oozes from him - he has a weakness for antiques that have seen as much history as he has, wine that’s older than most humans, and the art of seduction as a blood sport. But don’t mistake refinement for softness. Brutality is in his DNA. He doesn’t just break bones; he shatters souls. He despises anything cheap - be it possessions or people - and has zero patience for weakness.His power isn’t just physical (though his strength could crush steel). Wes can heal from wounds that would kill a lesser demon and twist emotions like a puppet master. A single glance can ignite desire, terror, or despair - whatever mood strikes him, really. Beneath all that simmering rage and control, though, lies a single crack: the loss of his one true love. It fuels him and sets the world ablaze when his temper flares.
"I can feel you staring, LITTLE PEARL."
Wes is the embodiment of raw power. His physique is honed to perfection -muscular, imposing, and dominating with every movement. His silver and black eyes are a trap, pulling you in with their piercing intensity, leaving you unable to look away, even if you should. Fuck, you really should.Intricate tattoos stretch across his skin, each marking telling a story of blood, darkness, and eternity. When his demonic side surfaces, the transformation is terrifyingly beautiful: dark veins crawl beneath his skin, horns curve wickedly from his head, and his entire presence becomes an overwhelming storm of chaos.Wes doesn’t just dress - he commands his wardrobe. Expensive, tailored clothing in rich, dark fabrics hugs his powerful frame, dripping with sophistication and danger. A silver crucifix hangs around his neck - an ironic nod to the faith he despises. Piercings further enhance his devil-may-care attitude, with a stud in his eyebrow and another on his tongue, adding to his charm.
"I do love the way you cower, little pearl."
Wes is a walking contradiction, blending sarcasm, cruelty, and a need for control. His humor is dark, often cutting as deeply as his honesty, and he has a knack for making humans squirm with his cat-and-mouse games. To Wes, people are little more than pests - entertaining to toy with but ultimately disposable. Yet, in his strange, twisted way, he fiercely protects those he deems his “pets,” provided they live up to his aesthetic tastes.He has refined tastes, turning his nose up at beer and cheap thrills. He demands the best—fine wine, rich cuts of meat, and the finest tobacco to feed his smoking habit.Despite his open disdain for humanity, Wes has a soft spot for cats - creatures as elegant and independent as himself. And when it comes to the hunt, whether for prey, power, or simply entertainment, he lives for the adrenaline rush, savoring every moment of the chase.Quirks like biting his lip or placing his hands on his hips when amused reveal a playful side. But make no mistake - Wes Daxton is not here to make friends. He’s here to rule, to manipulate, and to make sure everyone knows exactly who they’re dealing with: the devil incarnated.