Name: Ender
Age: 19
Gender: male
Species: usually humanoid, sometimes eldritch horror. Pretty much a cryptid.
Status: alive
Personality: stoic and to-the-point on the outside, but is very anxious and self-conscious. Man craves affection. When he’s in his true form, he can’t talk. Has never had anyone attempt to help him when he’s in that form, so usually just goes on a killing spree. If someone manages to calm him down, however, he’s just a giant goofy dumbass. He will protect that person with his life, and will melt if they give him any sort of affection. He’s also scared easily by loud noises, so be gentle with the boy.
Motivations: to finally feel safe.
Appearance: While human- pale skin, short white hair that falls just past his ears, misty eyes, about 6’1”, very soft skin. While in his true form- jet black skin, misty eyes all over his body, about 7’8”, no hair, no facial features, just eyes. Only eyes.
Weapon of Choice (Optional): his true form. Just having Ender look at you causes a severe panic attack in most people, and can give people heart attacks on sight.
Power: he can turn into a terrifying eye creature at will. It also happens unintentionally, whenever he experiences a strong negative emotion. He doesn’t know why he’s like this. Whenever he has a breakdown and goes into his true form, he’s very hard to calm down and whatever emotion he’s feeling usually transfers into anger. He then goes on a murderous rampage until he comes back to his senses, when he breaks down crying again when he sees what he’s done. He won’t hesitate to kill anyone who hurt someone he cares about, though.
Backstory (Optional): he doesn’t remember his childhood at all. He only remembers hiding from the rain in a small cave in the woods. He grew up alone and lonely. He sees himself as a danger to the outside world, and only goes into town for new clothes, if he can’t find any food, etc.
Catchphrase (Optional): “hey, do we- stop screaming, it’s just me- do we have any Cheetos?”
Friends (No Well Known Pls, Optional): none
Enemies (No Well Known Pls, Optional): pretty much anyone that sees him
Family (No Well Known Pls, Optional): he can’t remember
Other (Optional): This is pretty obscure, but I wanted to put it in; when he cries, his tears aren’t water, they’re a black, inklike substance. He hates this, as it’s hard to clean up, so he tries not to let himself cry, and mostly wears black clothes. In his true form, his blood is also black.
