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Next Meal the Dead Person
Cannibal
The Custom Riftborn Lasirus
Owner: Froslass
Age: 15 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: December 12th, 2008
Adopted: 15 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: December 12th, 2008 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 11
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 12
- HP: 12/12
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Cannibal Name: Cannibal Gender: Male Race/Species: Demon | Were Bat Age: Timeless Orientation: Pansexual Status: Single Crushing Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Skin Collector Rp Status: Open |Cunning|Irritating|Unlawful| Traits Towards Evadrel: |Protective|Collective|Caring| Batty... That eye... the darkness of a hollowed socket gave way to the eerie glow of red in the back of his skull, or at least it appeared that way. Medium strands of soft snow white hair came from the crown of this demon's skull, stopping about shoulder length. Each ear bore links, chains, studs and rings. A scar of gray tattooed around his neck made the sign of once being in the hands of a dark master; enslavement bounds being held secretly still by the same creature, Itzaakh the Necromancer whom brought him back from the grave centuries past. A thin haired tail came from the base of the tail bone ending in a snowy tuft of hair; its flexibility often made it a useful weapon for tripping opponents. Lilith framed, Cannibal had never really been one to build muscle; he never needed it. Herculean Strength pulsed through the blood works of this once living Oni, a species of demon indigenous to Japan, offering the ability to move large objects with little exertion. A weapon's master, Cannibal had lived long enough to pick up almost any weapon and know how to use it, from sword to long spear, he knew how to kill. Normally found dressed in a pair of sandals that strapped tightly to his feet, as to not risk speed lose, with a pair of white Japanese socks. A pair of denim tight fitting pants was what he wore, hugging firmly to the waist but belling out towards mid calf slightly. Also, fishnet shirt made of unknown materials to make it sturdy covered his chest. Over top that mesh was stomach exposing top of a red color. Around his neck was a necklace. It appeared to serve no purpose except for him to fiddle with while he pondered. Am I? Arrogant Disability: Werebat, he has no control over the transformation at the new moon. Most of the time the day before the new moon he goes missing, hiding himself away to work out the night's transformation and return exhausted the next morning. Facial Expressions: Expressive, Canni tends to be a trickster so most of his expressions deal with the genre "Anime Like". But when faced with a serious situation those expressions shift to that of a more mild mannered, serious creature.
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