Title/Rank: The ghoul on Winter's Hill
Personality: I wouldn't get too close, if I were you. This one bites. If you don't see those fierce eyes in the darkness first, well... let's just say that people are losing limbs left, right and centre at the moment.
Affectionately known as the Ghoul on Winter's Hill, you'll find this young chap clawing at the rock in an attempt to carve out a little home for himself. He doesn't speak much, not to the general public anyway. He'll bare his blood stained fangs and screech, launching at anything that comes too close with open, claw-like hands with jagged fingernails.
He is no longer of sound, rational mind. Not a mindless, not...whatever he was before. He has seen the realm of the dead, and is now doing anything in his power to keep himself from going back there. He does not like who is waiting for him on the otherside.
Skills: Maiming, ripping, clawing. Can also make a decent stew if you give him some rudimentary tools to work with.
Appearance: Blood-spattered in appearance, layers of dried blood cake his face, body and clothes. He'll chew on anything he gets his hands on like a damn dog, so remnants of whatever he last had in his mouth is usually smeared over his face. Some onlookers believe he does this as a means of artistic expression, others believe his mind no longer processes rational thought. In a way, they are both right.
Tattered rags adorn his boney, flea-ridden frame. Even if he is presented with new clothes (his sister will often find him something to wear) it will usually get caught on something, or chewed, or ripped, and he will be back in rags in a matter of hours.
Face claim: Hitsugi/Mitsuo Ikari
Father: No father, he was the result of a passing fancy from a bored sorceress or whatever the hell Shaktara calls herself nowadays.
Mother: A fair maiden who conceived twins from what she believed to be by rape from a demon. She couldn't be further from the truth.
Siblings: Sabine, or as Daiki likes to call her "growling noises".
Spouse: For who could tame ...a beast?
Extended family: Nup.
When we last left our lovable fuckup, he had settled nicely in the Dark Fort. After that was taken over and the darkness crept, his lord and master was killed and he was enslaved by Arali'an of the Void.
She kept him as her personal pet. But he was not house-trained by his previous master. He chewed the furniture, pissed on the rugs and humped the mattresses.
Arali'an punished him. She intended to put him down for the big sleep, but changed her mind and brought him back. Only he was missing a few pieces of his mind.
Unhappy with the result, he was booted from his position as royal pet and left to wander the wastelands.
He took up residence at the foot of a hill, one stormy night. And just...never left.
Now he terrorises the village down the street for food. Because that's what good neighbours do, right?
Some will leave scraps out on purpose, feeling bad for him, like the stray, flea-bitten mongrel he is.
No one mentions the mysterious disappearances of all the village's cats.
His sister keeps trying to foster stray cats but he just ends up eating them. He can't help it- they taste like chicken.