And this concludes my two week string of reference sheets. For now at least. There's more in my head, ya know~

What's your name? Hyde

What are ya? A scar. A Rabbit. A haunting of an Emovere.

Emovere? What kind? Emovere Vexare.

Are you a boy or a girl? A not-so-gentleman

What's your favorite color? Black

What's your favorite instrument? Waterphone

How about your favorite food? Meat if anything.

Gotta favorite type of flavor? Salty, umami, a bit metallic.

How do people describe you? Spiteful and toxic. And a bit rank.

Who do you sound like? Like Murdoc Niccals, less raspy and lighter on the accent

What kinda hobbies do ya have? Torture

Any special powers or abilities to share? Of Dakota's Emovere, I am the single strongest. Most of them can't stand up to me alone. All but one. My fur smells burned, and my breath is like sulfur. I distort the world around me. Day becomes night. Flowers wilt. Stale air begins to move. The floor feels like it breathes. The strong become like children. Emovere are crippled by the air that I breathe. My eyes glow red with boiling blood overflowing as my rage glows.

How are ya in a fight? Utterly jovial.

So you're an Emovere, what's your Hypervescence? It's called Turbulence. Ram's horns sprout from my brow, the air around me becomes like an oven, and searing chains hang from the shackles that form around my wrists. I whip the chains around, turning all that I strike to ash.

Tell us a grand ol' story about you. Not all Emovere users have a Vexare. This is not a demerit. I am that chip on the shoulder. I am the tightness in the chest upon seeing a lover embrace another. I am the broken heart, the scarred fissure holding it together in the end, the part that holds the homely old revolver to Dakota's head in the mirror, the hand that plunges the knife into the bellies of those that have betrayed his need. I am vengeance. I have no desires in my existence but to see the world that hurt me burn, and those who are happy in it to weep bitterly.

Is it over? Greeeeat story! Now, how about some more juicy tidbits, hm?

What's your favorite genre? Horror. The more intense and brutal the better. Also action films with lots of violence.

What is your greatest strength? My unhindered rage. And perhaps my sense of justice, skewed as it may be to many. But that's not my problem. I have mercy only for the downtrodden and wretched of the earth. Wipe that smile off your heart, I do it to sate my anger toward those more disgusting than even I. For those whom law has failed, for those whom fortune shown no mercy, for those whom justice eluded in favor of the rich... For them I speak, and my whip cracks upon the backs of those grown fat on the blood of the helpless and pious.

How about your greatest weakness? I can't deal with people's compassion. Mercy is lethal to me.

Where are you ticklish at? I don't reckon I am too intensely. When Merrick tries, it usually just makes me angrier, and lands him in the best seat in the house. My special comfy-chair.

What are some of your favorite things? Making others more unhappy than I am. But not with sheer force, I like to work my way in deep and plant a seed of grief deep inside, let it slowly tear their happiness apart.

What do you live for? Revenge, quite simply.

What do you hate the most? Others finding happiness where I so spectacularly failed.

Have any phobias? I don't know, I tend to be too blinded by anger to see straight. I think the only time I've ever been truly afraid was when I was smaller and underdeveloped. Afraid of hurting more, of breaking more. And one other time when someone tried to hug me. I don't know what I feared, but I was afraid and couldn't stop crying. And then I vanished.

What's your dream job? I'm a hitman. It's the only job I'm truly good at.

Favorite cheese! Casu Marzu. Cheezy, peppery, creamy, and delightfully morbid.

Boxers or briefs? Whichever I find.

C'mon, you know your people. Tell us what gets ya going~ I may be one of Dakota's boys, and I'm not averse to seeing someone get a brutal tickling, but I'd sooner put you in an electric chair than in stocks. Snuffy stuff is where my nethers find loyalty. Dakota, he's electrophobic. So electrocution is my favorite means of execution, but I'm also quite fond of hanging. None of that slow stuff either. None of that quick neck-breaking, I like to watch them squirm. I like the fear and the suffering. Same with the chair. The legal method is far too quick, the inmates hardly feel a thing if anything at all. Mine is modified, an high frequency alternating current to keep from just knocking them straight out. It doesn't penetrate the skull all the way, not like direct current at least. Keeps them awake, and I like the jig of despair they dance during. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm at half mast and need to go for a very enthusiastic late night walk.