The human
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✟ Name ✟
Cain
"I'm sure you're wondering how he got his name, aren't you? Well, don't tell anyone I told you this, but apparently he killed his brother and denounced God. That's just a rumor, though."
✟ Nicknames ✟
God
"I heard that his devout and most followers are forced to call him 'God'. And they're all too happy to do it. How crazy is that?"
✟ Age ✟
364.
"You know that Wendigo? Some say that he's over 1,000 years old. I'm surprised nobody's killed him yet."
✟ Race ✟
Wendigo.
"Psst, stay away from that guy. I'm pretty sure he eats babies in his spare time."
✟ Nationality ✟
British.
"I just love his accent. Where do you think he's from?"
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✟ Gender ✟
As feminine as he looks, he is,
in fact, a male.
✟ Sexuality ✟
Are you a human over the age of 18 and
under the age of 50? Great! Chances are
he's probably attracted to you.
✟ Personality ✟
Manipulative, Cold, Eccentric, yet
outwardly friendly. Don't be fooled.
✟ Alignment ✟
Chaotic Evil. He'd much rather have a
lovely cup of your blood, than tea.
✟ Mannerisms ✟
He curls fingers when annoyed, and
Pulls his hair when he's scared.
He rarely loses his composure.
✟ Body Type ✟
Skinny, he has to eat more often than
a regular human due to the fact that
he's a Wendigo; he loses weight faster.
✟ Scars ✟
He has a singular scar running across
each of his fingers, and a small knife
scar on his waist.
✟ Occupation ✟
He owns a restaurant, which is mainly used
for his private parties. He is also involved
in human trafficking.
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Background.
Cain doesn't think much about his past, as it's something merely inconsequential to him now.
Though, many lifetimes ago is where this story takes place. It was 1654, the deep, winding narrow depth of London, where a young woman had just given birth to beautiful twin baby boys. Being the good God fearing woman she was, she named them Cain and Abel. Cain's life wasn't anything too spectacular, living in London. Most people were peasants, during this time, and his family were no exception. Conditions were less than sanitary, waste on the streets, no hygiene. Cain had little to no friends, as most people saw him as strange, and emotionless. Not that he minded.
The year was 1665, Cain was still a young boy. Rumors of Shapeshifting creatures stalking the night and infecting humans were rampant, dubbed "The Great Plague" by residents of the City. Creaking noises filled the streets wherever they roamed.
One night he awoke in a cold sweat,
Creak... creak... snap. Came the strange sound from his mother's bedroom.
Intrigued, his tiny bare feet pattered against the cold wood, leaving his brother asleep. He opened the door wide. There lay his mother, dead in the arms of a strange creature. It was large, unmoving. A strange amalgamation made entirely of bones, a deer-like skull adorning its head. Before the creature could attack, Cain opened his mouth to speak.
"How do I become like you?" Cain asked.
"Consume," The creature replied.
He turned back towards his brother who lay sound asleep in his bed; and did as the monster instructed.
