Talk Shit Get Hit
Set by the wonderful Tempest
My name is "Never-be-finished"
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Weston because well your title has a capital W in it.
The amount of space occupied by a dead hooker, typically used to measure the size of a car's trunk. The actual volume of a Dead Hooker Unit has been disputed, since hookers come in different sizes. Most parties agree that a DHU is the average volume occupied by a dead hooker, but that there is not a definite conversion from DHU to liters.
Your name is Weston, or, at least, that's what people you know have chosen to call you. You don't know if you ever actually had a name before.
You are a Creeper; a being who is partly a shadow, born from the remnants of black magic used to summon demons. In other words, you're like a child nobody wanted, an accident, a mistake. Happy birthday, by the way.
You live in Dark City, a place where the black arts such as witchcraft and necromancy are commonplace. It is a pit of crime, and is always perpetually dark due to Light City casting its shadow over it.
Nobody really likes your kind here, or anywhere else, for that matter. Most creepers are nothing more than petty thieves or mischievous little pests. Whenever an object goes missing, a creeper is immediately blamed. People will often hunt creepers down through the alleyways of Dark City and lynch them, just because they can.
These are your so called Friends, or rather, they're the only ones who interact with you on a regular basis. You've never had friends before, so you don't understand that real friends wouldn't treat you the way they do. You can tell they're better than you as they are drawn with more detail than you are, you miserable waste of existence.
The first one, the leader of the group, is an Animannequin, a false body built to house the soul of a demon summoned from Gulghanni. He is strong, fast, and can virtually feel no pain. His false body is strong against magical assailment as well as being very durable in general. He abuses your ignorance regularly and gets you in all sorts of trouble.
The second one is a Slenderkin, a being whose very presence can send mortals into the throes of madness over prolonged viewing of his figure. He is very tall, very knowledgeable, but also very quiet.
The last member of your little trio of friends is a Masque, a demon who steals faces. She has no face of her own, and usually wears a mask on her head. She often hits you for seemingly no reason, and never explains why. She must not like you very much.
Their Names Are...
Grassy Troll Conspiracy.
Cloak and Swagger.