#husk lore

   “Oh! Fuck, yeah. Valentino,” she decides, the nervous sweetness evaporating. “Even if he had any potential, I would personally not let him even try.”

   “Yeah, fuck that guy,” Angel agrees.

   “Okay, um…” Charlie looks around the circle, carefully contemplatin her decision, “Cherri! Truth or dare?”

   “Dare, of course,” Cherri hollers. Charlie thinks for another moment.

   “Give somebody other than Angel a hug,” she finally says. Cherri cringes and glances around, weighing her options.

   “Does Fat Nuggets count,” she asks, motioning to the pig in Angel’s lap.

   “Hmm, in this instance I would say he is an extension of Angel, so no,” Charlie clarifies. Cherri sighs and goes back to thinking when Niffty raises her hand.

   “Me! Me, me, me, me, me, me, me,” she shouts, waving her arm wildly around her head, nearly wacking Alastor several times.

   “Um, sure?” Before Cherri can move, Niffty launches herself across the circle and wraps all of her limbs around Cherri’s torso. Despite the initial shock, Cherri gently hugs her back, mostly because she’s just a little scared of whatever is happening. Niffty sits there without moving for a long moment before Cherri tries to pry her off. “Okay, I think that’s enough, tiny.” Niffty gleefully hops backwards and scurries back to her spot between Alastor and Husk. Cherri looks around again before smirking mischieviously. “Hey kitty cat, truth or dare?”

   “Mm, truth,” Husk grumbles. “And don’t fucking call me that.”

   “We all know you were on Earth the longest, but, and just be honest, how old were you,” she prods.

   “Really,” Husk asks, unimpressed. “You could’ve asked me anything, and you wanna know how old I was when I kicked it?”

   “You’re the one dating my young and sexy best friend,” she teases, nudging Angel. “Gotta make sure you’re not a predator.”

   “Sorry to interrupt,” Charlie says, “And I know this isn’t how the game works, but I’ve honestly been curious about that question for all of you. Is there any chance we could around the circle with it?” They mostly nod, but Niffty’s hand shoots up again.

   “I don’t remember that!” Alastor pats her head like she’s a toddler. Niffty doesn’t seem fazed.

   “Twenty something. She was twenty something,” he answers for her. “I was…thirty nine, I believe.” Charlie turns to her girlfriend, officially deciding the direction of the circle.

   “Oh, um… twenty three,” Vaggie says, mostly sure.

   “Twenty five,” Cherri says.

   “I was thirty four,” Angel says. He’s looking mostly at his hell hog so he doesn’t see Husk make a slightly worried face at his answer. He hears Cherri clearing her throat in Husk’s direction and the cat sighs.

   “I… I was sixty nine,” he mumbles. Almost everybody eyebrows shoot up. Angel, busy giving Fat Nuggets a belly run, giggles to himself.

   “Haha, 69. Like the-” then, suddenly it hits him and he bolts up turning to Husk, “Sixty nine?! That- that’s 35 years older than me!!” Husk puts his arms up in surrender.

   “Yeah, sure, but what year were you born,” he says quickly.

   “1913!”

   “See?! 1907,” Husk clarifies, motioning to himself. “That is only 6 years!” Vaggie near cackles from across the circle.

   “Y-you qualified for Medicare!” Cherri- the only other person to vaguely know what that is- also laughs at that point.

   “Yeah, yeah, you’re hilarious. At least-” he cuts himself to rethink his statement. “Well, I was gona say ‘at least I had a life’ but I really didn’t. It was shit.”

   “Did ya kill anyone, cause Smiles and I definitely did,” Angel says, trying to make a joke.

   “I mean, I was drafted into the second World War, so…”

   “Holy shit, where did all this lore come from,” Angel questions, as surprised as everyone else (except Alastor, of course).

   “I dunno, I guess this stuff has just never really come up anywhere,” Husk answers with a shrug.

   “And that is exactly why we do things like this,” Charlie points out excitedly. “To learn more about each other and how we can all be helpful to our friends.”

   “Exactly, can I ask my question now,” Husk says, suddenly very interested in this game. Charlie nods, and he immediately turns on his boss. “Alastor, truth or dare?”

   “Hm… dare,” the radio demon hums. Husk smirks like he’d been expecting that answer.

   “I dare you to give every single person in this circle one genuine compliment,” he says.

   “Ugh, if I must.”

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has a lack of sensation due to being a species created specifically for fighting. Doesn't really get too hot or cold either way, so tends to leave arms uncovered for convenience of movement when at rest.

Always has at least one weapon on him. Other darkspawn are not the main thing he has to worry about on the daily.

Will draw later; has a shirt and coat combo he wears when just travelling and leaving off armor for endurance sake. Along with the hood and mask, it covers every inch of his skin so he won't be spotted as a threat on more public roads.