Berial

Appearance: Berial is a shadowy figure with inky-like jet black skin that looks like tar or goo shaped like a slim man standing at a height of 162 cm (4'11). His hair is short and wavy, inky-black, arms thin and fingers spindly. Berial's eyes are pale purple-colored bottomless pits without pupils that seem to drill into one's very soul. His mouth is a jagged gleeful grin that's rarely seen closed or downturned-- Always in a perpetual laugh of mischief, a glowing maw colored in the same haunting pale purple shade as his eyes. Berial has no eyebrows. He does have a pair of inky bird wings on his lower back that seem both feathery and leathery at the same time. The silhouette also has a cat-like tail that in a gradient of inky-black to latte-brown with large jaguar black spots on it that are slightly 'smeared'.

Berial always seems to wear a typical jester attire of mismatching colors-- One side of his torso is teal while the other is a dark muted purple color like English violet, with a patch of violet in the middle right under his neck frill with two golden-yellow small round buttons on it. A bell under his neck frill. The sleeves have frilled cuffs and are mismatched in color-- Left one is dark muted violet and the other a dark teal. Under this he has tight breeches of also mismatching colors-- One leg is dark dull violet with violet diamond pattern while the other leg is dark teal with leaf-green diamond pattern on it. His pointed jester shoes have bells on their tips. A part of this clownish outfit is his black top hat.

Personality: The only way one can appropriately describe Berial is as a constant menace or simply pure evil-- Though personally Berial will strongly disagree with such 'dull' statements. Being a jester and clown-themed Hypogean-- A demonic entity, he loves to bring chaos wherever he goes under the guise of performing for the world, bringing joy and much-need entertainment. It's a flimsy excuse, that the clown knows all too well but cares not. Nor can the shadowy jester comprehend the mortals' concepts such as respect, consent and other virtues or basic, decent human behavior, even less their plights and sorrows. To him, it's all one great, wonderful comedy--A grand show. As such, Berial tends to entirely disregard those very concepts-- Morality, modesty, honesty, honor, justice & fairness, respect, consent, privacy, personal space and boundaries. Instead he does whatever he wants, deems entertaining-- Playing wicked mind-games, tricks and all manner of deceit. Unpredictable, whimsy, gleeful, animated and over-the-top theatrical, Berial has a knack for mischief and pulling pranks on those around him, watching their reactions and relishing in their fright. Being a performer and entertainer, Berial can't stay still-- His movement always lively, exaggerated, bombastic and flashy akin to a circus performer, clown and jester.

Being a wildcard, one can never know what Berial intends, and he's more than happy to keep his victims guessing blindly, enjoying the suspense and unease he's causing them. A clown has to keep his audience on their toes to keep them entertained, after all. Where's the fun in revealing his cards to them? He is not above committing abhorrent, vile deeds if it means he'll feel entertained. Deeds like murder, manipulation, harassment, possession ,violence & bloodshed, torture & torment be it on a psychological, emotional and/or physical level don't faze Berial as he's rather likely to commit them himself-- Snickering in glee and making downplaying cruel, macabre jokes about it if questioned. He simply can't take anything seriously. His antics range from creepy, unnerving and mildly disturbing-- To ghastly, horrific and traumatizing.

Woe is anyone unfortunate enough to catch Berial's attention, even more so his interest. Like a creepy phantom he follows and stalks them, eager to see what else they can do and have to offer, always watching them closely with wicked curiosity. And should the jester decide he likes the person enough to want them... Then no is not an answer nor option, so the question is whether they will choose to accept their fate and not struggle against his flirtatious, playful advances-- play along and dance with him willingly. ...Or if he'd have drag them into the delightful dance of carnal desire. Either way is perfectly fine with him. In the end, Berial will get what he wants, regardless what his willing-or unwilling- lover might think. One does not reject him, simply because he doesn't take 'no' for an answer. And if they fight, try to fight him or try to flee and escape? All the better for the clown, all the more intriguing and entertaining, and he will gladly play along. Is dominant during sex, enjoying the reactions and expressions of his victim-- Can be tender and romantic, or rough and punishing, completely out of pocket, whatever floats his lover's boat. Whichever treatment they prefer, Berial doesn't mind in the least so long he has them all to himself, takes what he wants from them.

Backstory: No one knows of this fiend's origins, only of the few snippets and urban legends floating about him including some eye-witness accounts from those unfortunate to run into the Hypogean.

Berial never acts unilaterally; he always proves people with some options - the “bad one” and the “worse one.” In a village hit by famine in the past, Berial tossed them two huge loaves of bread, just to enjoy the sight of people going after them.

It’s said that if you find yourself walking alone in a dark alley late at night and you hear bells getting closer, don’t look back–you’ll find Berial giggling. A most chilling tale. Truth is-- If Berial wanted to, he could disappear without a sound, but he insists on making a flashy entrance, just to “spice things up a bit.” “A spooky tale was once spreading: your shadow has the ability to stand up, imitate you, and eventually replace you.” –Not just a story, according to Berial. Berial loves to imitate everything and everyone without restrictions but has a strong dislike for anything with a fixed form, like statues. Every now and then, during salutes, Berial takes off both his head and hat, aiming for some funny reactions. However, most people just find it horrific.

“The shadowy mischief-maker Berial shows up in the night, drifting like the foul smell of hell.” –Berial calls it slander since he can appear in the daytime as well. Berial doesn’t need an actual shadow to appear; the shadows of the mind are just as welcome ground for this Hypogean.

Other: Just like his tail, Berial’s wings are for decoration only. He is able to fly without wings.