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Clickjaw

Played by GarnaalProductions

Description

Appearance

There really is no other way to put it: Clickjaw is an abomination in every way. Although more or less adhering to the general, beastly humanoid template of a regular Therion, it has been severely malformed by its parasitic patron demon: compared to other Therion, Clickjaw is incredibly lanky and skinny, packed with minimal muscle and with most of its bones showing. Its skin appears mummified and is covered in filthy, patchy fur, of which the mane and tail tuft are the most intact. Clickjaw's entire stomach area has deformed into an enormous, tumor-like mass that glows a sickly green, which is actually the core of its god's influence. Its most drastically distorted traits, however, are found on its face: the beast's entire lower jaw seems to have split into two seperate parts, which can unhinge and stretch to create an enormous maw with fangs sprouting from random spots in the tissue. Most of its snout has rotten away, as have its eyelids, resulting into a skeletal visage with a gaping nose-hole and two ever-staring, glowing white eyes.

Height: 322 cm // 10'6" ft
Weight: 400 kg // 881 lbs

Eye Color: Milky white, lidless
Hair Color: Dark, drabby mane

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Health - Undead, most of its organs have gone to waste. Clickjaw is merely a shell of a living creature that's kept alive by the energy of its parasitic patron idol.
Scent - Click reeks of rotting flesh, old blood, damp earth and mold, but also of a strange, citrus-like aroma that seems to secrete from its tumorous abdomal region.
Hygiene - Non-existant. Hasn't bathed in water and soap in years, and is instead covered in patches of dried blood and filth, with active mold growth in its pits and creases. As dirty as dirty can be.
Posture - Permanently hunched over as most of its upper spine has fused together. Be it on all fours or on its hindlegs, Click always moves with a limp and a general robotic, feverish stiffness.

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Personality

Once a meek, aloof but undoubtedly devoted humanoid, Clickjaw didn't seem like the type to be blessed by His influence- yet at the end of the day, that was exactly what happened. Despite its human form's passive and kind demeanor, Click'd always been haunted by violent and domineering impulses from within, which ended up attracting His attention- as He invaded its body and kickstarted the permanent metamorphosis, Click quickly shifted from shy and weak to vicious, proud and ambitious, to tormented and ever-hungry. Although it hadn't been treated well by its brethren, Clickjaw is nevertheless weighed down by the guilt of having had to murder and feed on its fellow cultists, and carries that with it to this day. As the nearly powerless puppet of Him, who only seeks to devour life essences and corrupt His surroundings, Clickjaw has become nothing more than a sinister stalker that hunts for live flesh.

Orientation: Not applicable
Relationship Status: Uninterested

Handedness: Right-handed
Social Behavior: Introverted

Mental

Mental Status - Non-existent because its true mental identity is presumed dead, though what little remains of it surely is in anguish and pain all the time.
Afflictions - Possessed by an entity that overrules its own mind and identity, and has taken over the body by controlling pretty much every function in the brain.

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Religion - Him. Clickjaw used to be a devout worshipper of this mysterious entity and is currently its loyal vessel and avatar. The remnants of its identity are both forced to obey Him still, but also try to resist.

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