Just let go. Let me take the reigns, it's easier if you just comply.

Tryxol Loxrin, a royal blue-purple cusp who's chucklevoodoos landed him right in the lap of Her Harrowing Bastille. Loving and doting husband to Elanni but keeps his mouth shut around others unless absolutely necessary. His ability to 'possess' bodies was used extensively both for intel gathering and infiltrating rebel compounds when he was in the fleet. Now he mostly lives off of whatever social security equivalent there is on Alternia and is a jeweler half as a hobby and half for extra caegers here and there.

"∆h? A new face... Seld∆m I meet new pe∆ple these days."

"I think y∆u're referring t∆ my h∆rns. They're as b∆thers∆me as they l∆∆k. They gr∆w quick like bamb∆∆, I d∆n't kn∆w why. It's always been like this."