Justin

-through circumstances unknown, managed to get himself possessed by a reeaaly nasty demon (of Cruelty)
-before, was a rather chill and laid-back guy
-now one of those silent types whose very presence exudes menace, whether he means to or not
-is very cautious and reserved when he’s more himself
-probably a noble of some sort based on his behavior
-has managed to avoid killing anyone so far, though there have been some close calls

-kind of the local “this guy’s a ticking time bomb, let’s just keep our distance and hope he doesn’t go off” sort of dragon
-consequently, does not have to pay rent
-or eat
-seriously, when’s the last time he ate something?

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╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ Justin does not talk about himself. Silently housed within a lonely spire in the Harpy Quarters, he maintains his distance from the world. He does not speak. He does not eat. He’s never seen outside his home. Until a shadow creeps out from beneath the door. In truth, he does not remember much of himself. His fight has rendered him hollow, torn holes in his brain where the thing inside tried to get out. The pieces remain, but when every breath is a careful calculation, there isn’t much time to put himself back together. And so he remains, scales molted into the patterns of another, a caged beast barely contained beneath his skin. The fragments of his memory tell a story: a prince — or a noble, perhaps — who never took his duties seriously. Not first, but not last. Charming. Lazy. And then, in sharper focus but blurred by the pain: something dark, something cruel. From where? How? A fall. Agony. Did he do this to himself, or is he simply a vessel? This wasn’t his will, so did he fight? Did he fail? Or is this what success looks like? Every movement is a trial. Every action, planned. A presence fills his body, and the slightest lapse sets it free. If for even a second he loses sight of himself, it rips itself from him. Suffocates him, drags him down. The space afterward is always a blur. Sometimes a couple minutes, sometimes an hour. Sometimes days. But always he awakes. Blinks the murk from his eyes, and reassembles his fractured consciousness. Always, there are bodies. bio by author

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The black beast knows my pain. She has tried to treat me, but I am far beyond her skill, far beyond her cruelty. My demons will not fall as hers do. I tolerate her. For now. We are kindred, after all.

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Justin is possessed by a powerful Corporeal demon — an unusual occurrence, as they don’t normally need a draconic host. But Justin’s demon, a beast made of pure Cruelty, seems to take joy in toying with him. With every slip it takes hold of him, clenching his heart in its talons until his claws are stained with gore… only to release him once its bloodlust is sated. It delights in his pain and fear, the sinking felling of defeat and biting guilt that accompanies him once he awakes. It leaves openings, intentional lapses in its power, just so he can see the glimmer of light on the horizon.

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Jus’s demon form (more or less):

Midnight/Eggplant/Grape