First design showcase is here and it’s actually someone who didn’t have a fully worked-out design beforehand. I made up a bunch of stuff (the coat, the shoes, the spades, the striped leggings) on the fly and coloring was a nightmare, but I think it worked out. Either way this guy gets to skip the line because I’m using him as this blog’s icon so like I might as well parade him around a little.
Anyway this is Nesdin, he’s the third jester of the estate. Some info about him under the cut:
He’s...well he’s not actually a human. He’s a demon, specifically an ambush predator who is usually summoned to be sent after a specific target. Since he kills via ambush, he’s able to disguise himself as a human, and takes a new identity every time he’s summoned.
He’s also capable of dissociating his physical form into like hundreds of identical, completely black, amber-eyed cats. This is extremely helpful for gathering information.
If he’s summoned and isn’t given a task for a long period of time, he tends to get violent cravings. Striking fear, fighting, or killing are all ways to keep those cravings in check. If he doesn’t keep them in-check, he’ll completely lose it and go on a bit of a mindless murder rampage. Also, being near his summoner automatically numbs the cravings.
He likes to roam around at night and also likes to spook people (yes it helps the cravings but it’s also just enjoyable for him to do).
Killing him will just send him back to The Void and he’ll stay there until he’s summoned again. Being in the void will also emotionally distance him from his own memories to ensure he never forms attachments that may cause problems down the line.
The summoning that brought him here right now was botched, so he showed up in the middle of nowhere and was left to hunt down his summoner, which brought him to the estate. He got his shackles after getting captured by a cult during his travels (he broke out but never figured out how to get the shackles off, and now he thinks they’re just cool bracelets).
He has a lot of cat-like tendencies because he’s a cat-like demon. So he likes to lay around in the sun, hisses when he’s angry, is able to purr (though he tries not to), pushes things off counters, gets zoomies on occasion, so on and so forth. He has his hat’s bells tied in a ponytail because if they were loose his cat brain would kick in and put him in Silly Mode.
He’s surprisingly tactile towards those he cares about for how mysterious and sinister he tries to act. He’s known to bump against his friends without provocation and will sometimes just lay in their laps. He absolutely adores having his hair stroked and played with, and also likes having his back rubbed, his face held, etc. Again, though, he only lets people he trusts touch him like that, anyone else is probably going to get stabbed.
If he gets sick he becomes the biggest whiniest baby. He may be a powerful murderous demon but he will be laid out flat by a head cold (and will also try to eat very inedible things so he needs to be looked after).
He’s sex-repulsed aroace. He has engaged in sexual activity before for the sake of landing a kill, but he’s never happy about it.
For a creature who’s so prone to causing nightmares, he’s actually really good at preventing them if he tries.
Though he’s centuries old, his human disguise looks to be around 21 years old.
Her ears are ringing, punctuated by only by crackling of their meager campfire that feels all too loud, and sounds too much like a house burning down. Her armor is still splattered with rotten, diseased blood. Vaguely, she remembers she needs to be eating, or bandaging wounds, or checking her weapons. But her hands are shaking, and her thoughts are shaking, and it feels almost like the earth is shaking with the steady flow of death and decay of this awful place--
“Wha-?”
She’s jarred suddenly. Nesdin is next to her, an old text open in his lap.
He’d been reading to her to calm her down. Right. Right.
“Sorry,” she mutters, roughly rubbing the meat of her palms over her tired eyes. “Can you say that last part again? Stuck...in my head.”
