The mature gentleman enjoying an evening on the town walks through the streets with a self-assured quality that belies the stares following him everywhere he goes. For although he is dressed in a smart black suit with a tasteful purple cloak, his hair carefully styled, and his physique, frankly, a marvel for a man of advancing years, it cannot be ignored that his left limb pulsates steadily: regular flesh tones to a glowing lavender, and back. Moreover, those who watch him whisper that this self-same limb can transform into a writhing tentacle, giving rise to the claim that he is not a man at all, but some sort of freakish aberration from beyond the known worlds.

~ Played by OO1O11O1OO11O11

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