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Name: Dirk D.

Age: 24

Gender: Man

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 153

Primary Role: Hunter

Secondary Role: Ticket Salesman

Abnormality:
- He can turn into this lizard man hybrid thing at will (Long tongue, scales, black claws, additional eyelids, tail, u name it)
- also he comes with a perk: being mostly cold blooded (there was heavily implied sarcasm there)
- his human eyes are faintly slit, but in lizard form, it's all out slit
- when he turns, it's like Mystique from X-Men :FC kfdndkfjnbdsks

PoB: Canada

Personality: Asshole... really that's it. He's not fond of people, doesn't like animals, hell, he doesn't even like himself. He just likes money over everything else ever, because he feels like it's the only thing he can actually trust. That inanimate objects will make him happy. He's not trusting of others, and put it's off like he just really doesn't like anyone just because. But he's just really afraid of being lied to again, and bad. He's probably just big softy at heart, that idiot.

Bio: Dirk didn't grow up rich. He actually didn't even grow up poor, either. Nope, his parents were hardworking, middle-class people. You know, the ones that-well, never mind. Anywho, Dirk grew up a normal boy, if not a little spoiled, his parents of working their jobs and being to bust to give him any real love. Even had a few girl friends. Until sometime in highschool, when he realized there was something... off about him. He had been talking to his parents, when he brought up baby pictures, or why he never went to pre-school. His parents turned to him, wide-eyed, lips tightly sealed.
"Don't ever ask us that again."
So, Dirk, the silly silly boy, went searching for well, whatever the hell was up when his parents had left the house. He stumbled across a large box, tightly sealed up , with a lock. Finding some cutters, he ripped the damn thing off and opened it up.
Oh.
Inside, there were documents, documents upon documents, as well as some pictures. They were mostly a small boy, grinning with a... a tongue a ling one, handing from is mouth. His skin, from what he could tell was a... green... and... and were those scales? His eyes grow wide as he looked down to his arms and legs, feeling them. Sometimes if he was stressed, he would get something like.... ichthyosis, but...??
He looked closer into the background, and was two crying figures... A man and a woman.
His mother and father.
His eyes wide, he ran to the bathroom, clutching the little photo, throwing up as soon as he reached the toilet. The young boy looked up into the mirror, and almost threw up again. His face was green, literally, his skin scaly and his pupils in slits and his eyes yellow.
Dirk was devastated. He was a monster. A hideous, disgusting monster. He passed out on the toilet, and woke up a few hours later. Stumbling up, he looked around the house. No one home.
Grab the box.
Pack.
Get some food.
Leave.

Dirk ran from home at the tender age of 16, and lived a majority of his life on the road, not wanting to at first, but needing to use his curse (or was it a blessing) to survive. He became addicted to cigarettes quickly, using them as stress relief, and cut his ties with everyone that he ever knew. Growing up with no one made him cold, hating everyone whom he met. They would just lie to him too, they were just as worthless as his parents. He'll just die alone, I mean, doesn't everybody? He wants to die. But he'll live and die as a monster, so what's the point of dying now?
Until he stumbled across a large, red and white tent on his travels.

Likes: Money, money, money

Dislikes: People who take his money, people in general,

Additional Information:
- money money twerk twerk
- he charges everyone more for their tickets, especially if he doesn't like you (pockets extra dough)
- if he gets really nervous or angry, he automatically changes into his lizard form just like pOP
- his taill will come off if you pull on it hard enough
- he can climb up walks and stuff in his lizard man form
- he sheds his skin 1 week everymonth. this is a bad time for dirk. do not make dirk mad this week
- sometimes h'll walk around with his hair down, because hes too lazy to put it back
- he likes womens breast almost as much as he likes money
- if he give u money then he really REALLY likes u ok. or ur a prostitute but i mean
- he's really really not used to cute women, and if afraid of scaring them off
- he's constantly fighting someone, it seems.
- love double bass, the instrument. he learned how to play while he was in high school, and hasn't stopped loving it since.
- took up wood carving while he was on the road, he's not amazing, but he does a pretty good job at it. it relaxes him almost as much as playing the bass does

Description
What you need to fill out in the description:

Name: Dirk D.

Age: 24

Gender: Man

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 153

Primary Role: Hunter

Secondary Role: Ticket Salesman

Abnormality:
- He can turn into this lizard man hybrid thing at will (Long tongue, scales, black claws, additional eyelids, tail, u name it)
- also he comes with a perk: being mostly cold blooded (there was heavily implied sarcasm there)
- his human eyes are faintly slit, but in lizard form, it's all out slit
- when he turns, it's like Mystique from X-Men :FC kfdndkfjnbdsks

PoB: Canada

Personality: Asshole... really that's it. He's not fond of people, doesn't like animals, hell, he doesn't even like himself. He just likes money over everything else ever, because he feels like it's the only thing he can actually trust. That inanimate objects will make him happy. He's not trusting of others, and put it's off like he just really doesn't like anyone just because. But he's just really afraid of being lied to again, and bad. He's probably just big softy at heart, that idiot.

Bio: Dirk didn't grow up rich. He actually didn't even grow up poor, either. Nope, his parents were hardworking, middle-class people. You know, the ones that-well, never mind. Anywho, Dirk grew up a normal boy, if not a little spoiled, his parents of working their jobs and being to bust to give him any real love. Even had a few girl friends. Until sometime in highschool, when he realized there was something... off about him. He had been talking to his parents, when he brought up baby pictures, or why he never went to pre-school. His parents turned to him, wide-eyed, lips tightly sealed.
"Don't ever ask us that again."
So, Dirk, the silly silly boy, went searching for well, whatever the hell was up when his parents had left the house. He stumbled across a large box, tightly sealed up , with a lock. Finding some cutters, he ripped the damn thing off and opened it up.
Oh.
Inside, there were documents, documents upon documents, as well as some pictures. They were mostly a small boy, grinning with a... a tongue a ling one, handing from is mouth. His skin, from what he could tell was a... green... and... and were those scales? His eyes grow wide as he looked down to his arms and legs, feeling them. Sometimes if he was stressed, he would get something like.... ichthyosis, but...??
He looked closer into the background, and was two crying figures... A man and a woman.
His mother and father.
His eyes wide, he ran to the bathroom, clutching the little photo, throwing up as soon as he reached the toilet. The young boy looked up into the mirror, and almost threw up again. His face was green, literally, his skin scaly and his pupils in slits and his eyes yellow.
Dirk was devastated. He was a monster. A hideous, disgusting monster. He passed out on the toilet, and woke up a few hours later. Stumbling up, he looked around the house. No one home.
Grab the box.
Pack.
Get some food.
Leave.

Dirk ran from home at the tender age of 16, and lived a majority of his life on the road, not wanting to at first, but needing to use his curse (or was it a blessing) to survive. He became addicted to cigarettes quickly, using them as stress relief, and cut his ties with everyone that he ever knew. Growing up with no one made him cold, hating everyone whom he met. They would just lie to him too, they were just as worthless as his parents. He'll just die alone, I mean, doesn't everybody? He wants to die. But he'll live and die as a monster, so what's the point of dying now?
Until he stumbled across a large, red and white tent on his travels.

Likes: Money, money, money

Dislikes: People who take his money, people in general,

Additional Information:
- money money twerk twerk
- he charges everyone more for their tickets, especially if he doesn't like you (pockets extra dough)
- if he gets really nervous or angry, he automatically changes into his lizard form just like pOP
- his taill will come off if you pull on it hard enough
- he can climb up walks and stuff in his lizard man form
- he sheds his skin 1 week everymonth. this is a bad time for dirk. do not make dirk mad this week
- sometimes h'll walk around with his hair down, because hes too lazy to put it back
- he likes womens breast almost as much as he likes money
- if he give u money then he really REALLY likes u ok. or ur a prostitute but i mean
- he's really really not used to cute women, and if afraid of scaring them off
- he's constantly fighting someone, it seems.
- love double bass, the instrument. he learned how to play while he was in high school, and hasn't stopped loving it since.
- took up wood carving while he was on the road, he's not amazing, but he does a pretty good job at it. it relaxes him almost as much as playing the bass does