it has antlers. this is not optional information. they show up first like they’re checking if the situation worth the effort. the rest of it follows eventually. kind of. nothing quite lines up right and at some point you just have to accept that your eyes are doing their best.

it looks human enough to pass at a glance. jeans, t-shirt, converse. the most “don’t worry about it” outfit possible, which somehow makes it worse. sometimes it even wears make-up and says very obviously not non-human things.

age: conceptual. do not ask follow-up questions. looks about thirty one but don’t you fuckin dare say so. it’s obviously much older.

it has that energy where it already knows what you’re about and has decided it’s not impressed, but also not invested enough to be mean about it. if you get too close it sighs. if you get closer it bites. it might interact with you outside of its Human Hours, but probably not. and honestly that feels like the correct boundary for everyone involved.

also like sometimes turns into a trembling tiny little squish that is scared of literally fucking everything

coming soon

i am a Concept.