Name: Tist Gender: (Probably) Male Species: Dragon x Demon (Zombie) Specialty: Sleeping Weaknesses: Flying, Combat First Person: I, me Second Person: Guest, you Personality: An anxious worrywart who mothers everyone around him. Brutally honest to a fault—he'll tell you exactly what he thinks whether you want to hear it or not. Ridiculously kind, almost painfully so. Absolutely despises his own appearance—catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror makes him want to crawl into a hole and die. Always puts others first, completely disregards his own well-being. Adaptable as hell, joints so flexible they bend in ways that would make a contortionist jealous. Mentally fragile with some seriously psychopathic undercurrents. So physically weak that a toddler could probably outrun him. Rarely loses his temper—maybe once a year if you're lucky. Apparently gets off on being choked or made to puke, which says a lot about his headspace. Extreme masochist through and through. Total night owl. Hates the heat, lives for winter. Could technically survive losing an eye or limb, though he'd really rather keep his eyes, thanks. Comes across as reasonable until you realize he's completely unhinged. When he does snap, it's absolutely terrifying—like staring into the abyss. Suffers from severe body dysmorphic disorder. Appearance: Black-tipped horns jutting from his skull. Small wings sprouting from his back. His right arm is consumed by black crystal growths from the elbow down, the entire forearm turned obsidian. His fingers are razor-sharp claws and his hand is unnaturally enlarged. A massive dragon tail extends from his lower back. Actually pretty adorable despite everything. Has heterochromia—left eye burns red, right eye swirls with deep green and orange. Average height. Speech Pattern: Constantly uses verbal tics like "right?" "you know?" "isn't that so?" Always sounds bone-deep exhausted, like he's carrying the weight of the world. Likes: Meat Dislikes: Mirrors, himself, insects