Name cerritus Alias cer Gender agender/nonbinary (xe/xer pronouns ) Spawn point nine nights abyss dB 0
Physical appearance cerritus is a tall, lanky creature with large hands and small feet. xer back is covered entirely by blue flames and xer tail is a flame itself. strange red markings are visible on xer cheeks, waist and arms, which drip if xe is angered. the liquid is flammable and fuels xer flames. Voice whispy and high pitched, like the strong winds on a stormy night Height 6'7" Weight 120 pounds
Talents extremely quick on xer feet | using xer whip | able to set things on fire Hobbies dancing | gardening (though xe isn't the best at it b/c you know ... flames ) | playing games
Weapon a long whip; is able to ignite with blue flames when used in battle ( though it won't ignite if wet. ); 10% chance of burning the opponent ( unless wet; the effect is canceled if wet ) can also be used for strangulation or tying enemies up
RP Example Fear; blood; help. Those were the only words that were comprehensible to Sapphire, now running from who or what had attacked xyr. Xe was wounded badly, blood soaking through xyr shirt, which was now tattered at the side, exposing the deep cuts. Xe needed help and xe needed it now. The gryphon was absolutely terrified. Why wasn't there a signal!? Sapphire's phone was useless at that point, now knowing xe was unable to call the police. The avian was losing blood fairly quickly, but the rush of adrenaline kept xyr onward, desperate for someone, anyone, to find xyr. ...Was that a house? It was indeed someone's abode; a dim light shined through the windows. Relief quelled Sapphire's anxieties, though xe still knew xe was in great danger. Nothing hindered the pace at xe was sprinting, the sounds of feet hitting against concrete echoing through the distant night. Sapphire came to a stop upon reaching the front door, now knocking against it erratically.
Achievements - - LEVEL ONE SURVIVOR - - We want to forget, but even as we lay our heads back and force our eyes to rest, we hear the taps and scuttles of those little creatures – the flapping of moth wings as they try to reach the light.