Emotion is worthless when you're the Antichrist, darling. Or at least it's better half.
Low-grade psychopath who only has emotion from Thursday to Monday and would kill someone as likely as they would save them. Nothing matters and they're living in the name of hedonism. Its whatever, man.
sarcastic
independent
observant
ambitious
confident
selfish
stamina
strength
battle skill
agility
strategy
teamwork
intelligence
empathy
compassion
creativity
wisdom
charisma
despite being the offspring of the first royal demon, myst's mixed blood means they're closer in appearance to their father's siblings than their actual father. they do not (as far as they are aware) have a god form. they are not sure about their "full" demon form however, as they haven't been able to access it for some reason.
regardless, they did inherit his shapeshifting abilities and after years of practice, have great control over it. (of course, it helped that they had anatomy knowledge and gender dysphoria...) they also managed to inherit his necromancy - which works great for them. on their mother's side they mainly got the power to heal wounds (though not on any major scale, it's too fucking tiring) and the ability to... grow plants. yeah. they don't even have thorns. just nasty little vines. myst finds that ability too limited to seriously study, though they are forced to do so. ugh.
speaking of their mother, the species coming from her is also constructed. (wow!) dyausheng, like royal demons, are simply a term for children of a particular goddess; in this instance, Jasmine - goddess of life. so... fun. myst feels no particular connection to either species, it's of little importance to them.
heart eyes motherfucker
I like them, they're cool - and a good spar partner - but damn. They're absolutely ruthless with their words sometimes. it is kinda hot though....
They let me infodump about shit, so that's cool. However, they said they were going to give me back my jacket like four months ago. I still haven't seen it. This bitch seriously up and stole my jacket. Nani the fuck.
I don't see my sibling that much, but I like making horrible jokes to them. They hate it so much; it's so funny. Especially when our dad joins in. They get so offended, its great.