ICE KEEP DROPPING - open; scars

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. HEAD OFFICER.

Caesar was no stranger when it came to scars. The demon was quite reckless, always jumping into fights and battles when he didn't need to. Hell, the reason his body was so scarred currently was from where he had foolishly threw himself at a pack of feral raptors - the very ones Owen controlled, ironically enough - and they ended up killing his former body and when he possessed a new one, they bore the scars that the dinosaurs had given him when they killed that body.

"Watch where you're fuckin' send shit!" Caesar snapped towards Techonpaw, having jumped out of the way of bowel that she flung away. Although he wasn't drenched, the fact that he had gotten just a tad wet pissed him off. The demon's tail lashed about as he glared at Technopaw, his black ears pinned to the back of his skull.

#psychosocial.