The name I was given: To'shu Mourni
I rather be called: To (Toe)
I survived for this long: Unknown but middle to late twenties seems to be the best bet.
This is my destiny: Born to a poor family who didn't seem to have anything in life except for the small farm that To, his mother, father, and three older brothers all lived on. Being the youngest of the four To was the most often tortured in his older brother's games. Being treated this way gave him an extreme dislike for people. The main thing which made him snap was when his father in a pit of drunken rage murdered his mother, the only person to treat To like a true person instead of a useless piece of trash.
After this incident To ran away from home and into the nearby mountains where he shed his identity and made up a fake name where he went eventually coming back to his real one after being taken in by a demon painter. This painter taught To the tricks of the trade and realized that To was an expert artist and the perfect person to get new blood samples for new paint spells.
The painting seemed to fill the void in To's life though his incomplete art made him crave the death of more people for more blood sending his craziness into a farther downward spiral.
It's best not to anger me: The unquenchable need for blood to mix in his paint makes To the wrong person to mess with unless you enjoy being mutilated.
Taste my: Numerous blades hidden in the sleeves and pockets of his coat. A pallet of demon paint smeared on the inside of his coat. The paint brush that he uses to draw. Numerous glyphs that can be drawn in mid air using demon paint or blood that causes his spells to form.
The one who holds my heart: No one.
The one who used to hold my heart: No one.
The one who makes my heart race: Anyone who's blood is spilled on him.
I so love this: Blood, torture, and the sound of people screaming
I totally hate this: Calm, siblings, and anything that can wash away his paint spells.
I am a: Former human. Now considered more demon because of what the paint has done to him.
Well it's just how I am: A lot more than a bit psychopathic. To's brain is about as messed up as plate of scrambled eggs. A little because of his brother's antics in the past and his own intake of the demon paint.
I still wanna tell you anyways: Everything has been told
I was born on: Unknown the date skips around so much because he tells it differently every time.
What do you think of me?: To's skin hair and eyes have all become extremely pale due to his exposure and intake of paint. His hair is pure white that almost seems transparent. His eyes have the gleam of a blind man's though his sight is still perfect. His only form of clothes are the tattered brown cloth pants that he wore while training under the demon painter still covered in the dried blood and holes that they received during the training. He also wears a long blank trench coat that hold various blades, his paint, and his paint brush. The sleeves of the coat are so long that they drag on the ground even if he's standing at his full height.
The demon paint has also taken away any nutrition that his body can get removing nearly all muscle and fat the human body should have leaving him skinny and fairly weak. When he moves just right his bones can be seen from underneath his flesh nearly poking themselves out into the world. His pale complexion causes him to burn very easily in the sunlight so he usually also wears the hood of his coat up and his hair falling in front of his face. The coat is zipped tight around his chest until he begins a battle unzipping it from the inside.
My reach is: 6'0" at full height but only 5'3" at the hunched over position he usually takes.
The weight which burdens me: 125 lbs
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