#creaturekld

They call you the hollowed man. Maybe because there’s no evidence except the blood you’ve spilled to indicate you’re human. You patrol a few alleys, edging along the seedier part of the city, which normally leads to you banishing lesser demons, or killing muggers. Out of the corner you spot an unusual young man-    (Green skin like a fresh leaf’s. twitching, pointed ears. A mop of pine-needle colored hair.)

You’re drawn to him, thinking perhaps he’s a pixie, or a fey, out to trick some unwitting mortal.

Heavy white boots, a bulk towering to almost eight feet, and a helmet made to look like rows of teeth obscuring your face. 

   (You approach like a wraith; pale and steady.)