Wesley

STATS
Name: Wesley
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Description: Wesley is a tall, spindly man. He looks very frail because of his extreme thinness. He has bushy brown hair that hangs to his shoulders and blue eyes. Most of the time he hunches his shoulders and looks gloomy. He's known for his ability to walk very quietly and surprise whoever it is he's stalking. Because you can see most of the bones below his skin, Wesley has earned himself the name 'skeleman" among his colleagues.
Character: Wesley hasn't got a sunny disposition. He's gloomy, depressed and neurotic. He watches his weight watchers calorie count table like a hawk and has even taken down the allowed amount of calories because he thought they were making it too easy. He's a neurotic perfectionist with a high self-regard and a low ego strength. Dieting is a way to express himself as an individual.
Hobbies: Dieting, reading up on vegetarian and vegan cooking. Joining the occasional animal rights protest movement.

HATCHING
The twelve off-white eggs lay neatly in the center of the festival hatching cavern. Since Halloween was approaching fast, the walls and vaulted ceiling of the cave were decorated with black and orange curtains. Plastic bats hung from the ceiling, joined by witches and a single yellow glass-in-lead light. It’s faint light was barely enough to make out the tables and seats.
Ten candidates had been found for this holiday clutch. They were all human. The majority of them had come from Earth, but there were also two runic warriors who looked oddly mismatched with the rest of the festively disguised people.
The soft crackling that had been the background noise for the last hour started to overtake the sound of the whispering voices. All eyes turned toward the eggs and a tense, dead quiet atmosphere grew in the cavern. The crackling sounded like thunder when finally the first egg cracked. Lana impressed the bone-white hatchling and the hatching continued.
Three more eggs hatched. A lavender demon, winged with peculiar frizzy hair and lightning-shaped horns was joined on the sand by a bald silver winged demon who, despite the fact that he had wings lacked wing sails. The third hatchling was a pale unhealthy shade of grey-brown with a set of small leathery black wings and wavy beige hair.
The grey demon that resembled a skeleton rattled his way toward the candidates. There really was only one of them that he’d even consider.
“Wesley. My name is Occysov.”

ADULT
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