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The Claws That Catch

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  • Basic Info

    • Name: The Dandy Stranger
    • Gender: Cisgender Man
    • Relationship status: Complicated.
    • Personality: A vapid, eccentric madman coating over a core of calculated, malicious cunning
    • Mannerisms: He talks too much, both with his hands and his mouth, and oozes patrician disdain
    • Likes: His Fox, bright, pretty ladies with great futures ahead of them, being the center of attention
    • Dislikes: Bees, and anything that challenges or disrupts his bizarre view of how his world ought to be.

  • Description

    Mismatched eyes behind green lenses, suits of clothing that cost as much as a house, a too-broad, too-toothy grin flashed at anything and everything at the barest hint of a reason to do so. Graceful yet bumbling, certain in his movements like a dancer, the skill is there but seldom used. Large, narrow triangular ears flick and track follow the sounds that suit him, and filter out the things he'd rather not hear. Long of limb, and long of face, the black pad of his nose twitches frequently, and his whiskers are silver. His posture, gait, and mannerisms suggest that he feels he's doing the world a tremendous favor by existing within it, soaked and simmered in self-surety.

    Where his left hand and forearm should be, there remains only a peculiar gauntlet-styled prosthetic whose sharp angles and sharper protrusions suggest it was forged for violence, not protection. It rattles, creaks, wails with the blackboard-scratch song of metal screeching against metal from time to time, as though it would prefer to be anywhere but where it is.

    Sandalwood, aniseed, and nightshade were the scents that always clung to his attire and the neat, well groomed strands of his fur and hair. The garments were, without exception, created by a skilled hand with full attention to detail and exquisite material. Multiple, lavish layers despite the weather: Frock coat, cloak, vest, full-sleeved shirt. He liked riding boots, and was seldom found without both green-glassed spectacles and a broad brimmed, feathered hat akin to those fancied by French musketeers. Black, green, silver-grey and white were his colors, the crest of a cockatrice rending a unicorn always somewhere present on his person.

  • Physical Stats

    • Age: Quasi-Eternal
    • Race: Greater Entropy/Void Elemental Spirit
    • Class: Named Horror
    • Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
    • Deity: Neuchallinaghaon, The Ending God
    • Size: Average, usually
    • Bodytype: Tall, slim, and toned anthropomorphic canine
    • Height: 6'6", 203cm - 7'3", 221cm at eartips
    • Weight: 200lb, 90.7kg
    • Complexion: Dark, furry, struck through with silver-white markings
    • Hair: Long, sleek, dark, kept a bit below the shoulders
    • Eyes: Heterochromic: Ice blue and silver flecked on the left, forest green and gold flecked on the right.
    • Handedness: Ambidextrous, with different hands for different tasks
    • Scars: A starburst stab-wound scar on the left side of his neck, under the fur