Howl

• Male (he/him)
• ??? (age at death 32)
• 7'2"
• Pansexual
• In a (sexually open) relationship

-Howl is basically an effigy of pestilence (the aspect of the apocalypse), all bundled up in a gross mass of viral biomass that happens to be shaped like a person. (Though he is technically bordering on ‘demi-angel’ status.)
-He works under Samael the archangel of death for a place called The Facility, that deal in abnormalities in mortality.
-He is essentially a ‘corrector’ or ‘disposal unit’, driven by a pathogen that makes up his body called the Tox (which is essentially the primordial essence of Pestilence).
-His basic drives are a near-insatiable hunger for flesh and a need to spread his infection, both of which are restricted while not ‘on the job’. A repercussion of going long periods without ‘food’ are intense pain and crumbling mental state.
-His secondary drive is to serve the archangel Samael, who he is loyal to a visceral degree. Though he is by all technicalities weak-willed by nature, his drive to obey is nearly unbreakable. Their dynamic is both professional on a nearly religious level (“Your will is mine to carry out.”) and also more intimately (as a Master/Pet dynamic). Because of this, his behavior can be a bit animalistic, and he’s essentially sometimes just a giant puppy (or a dirty depraved jackal depending on the circumstances).
-While his instinctual urges are a distraction, he manages to keep a mostly apathetic mindset towards most things, broken up by a general snarky disposition and occasional rage flareup.
-Aside from his (awful) personality, he has a lot of underlying mental instability on account of the nature of his ‘creation’, proximity to an elder god, and various traumas, as well as his proximity to his own potential angelic ascendance
-He can also be very urge-driven, especially by more carnal means. Debauchery, hedonism, and depravity are his passions, and he feels little to no shame towards them. Moral ambiguity is also one of his more oblivious issues, as well as an underlying case of alcoholism (though it doesn’t seem to affect him in a negative fashion).
-As far as sensual pleasures, he attempts to indulge to the fullest through a strange, color-based kind of synesthesia, tapped through things from emotions to physical colors themselves.
-His main interests include virology, and other various medical practices (including self-vivisection), for no real reason other than to pass the time, and obsesses over them to a fetishistic degree.
-While far from immortal, he’s very hard to kill, with his only real vital organs being his brain, his heart, and his lungs. Everything but internal organs are basically regenerative, some more complicated than others (such as bones, nerves, and blood vessels, which are slower and more painful to regenerate) and some all but trivial (he loses and grows teeth like a shark and surgical wounds, heal in minutes with the right chemical stimulant in his system).
-As internal organs are exempt from his regenerative abilities, he’s lost an eye and almost all of his viscera on account of an incident with a previous acquaintance. It’s a subject he’s surprisingly sensitive about.
-Much of his biology is vastly different on account of the biological altering of the Tox, including his bone/muscle structure, teeth/claws, and various other subtle or drastic features, as well as a generally predatory presence. While only slightly influential, it becomes drastically moreso in the right headspace, whereas his ‘predatory glare’ is capable of paralysis.
-He’s mostly normal looking, past the predatory features and abnormal height/body proportions. While not having the disposition for it, he sometimes passes as a bit sickly and has been described as looking somewhat of a ‘flu-ish corpse’ on some days.

I made a temporary ref sheet for Howl after all these goddamn years. I say temporary because there’s still a lot I want to do with it but I’m just done to death with working on it rn. So I’m just gonna leave it here.

I bet you can clock every fictional character I've ever had a crush on just from looking at this jackass.