Human Form

The local dog groomer Cery always watches people with cold bestial eyes that move between people close by while he sits in a corner and plans his next few moves. The amber globes jump from face to face, watching those nearby with great suspicion.

Cerys stands at 7ft 2. Towering over most people in his human form at the cost of clothes shopping being a nightmare but lucky for him he dresses simply. Mostly a dress shirt and tie on cooler days and he's always wearing puffy jackets or warm clothing. A true Welshman through and through it seems.

While Cerys may look to be in his thirties at least but that age does not come with wisdom or patience. Like most Devourers he lacks any tact or filter. What comes to his mind he will say and escalate aggressive situations with more aggressiveness. Though unlike most Rabisu he knows to wait for orders before tearing people apart. Often relying on the Tyrant Ada or Head of Ministry of Lions to point him towards his enemies.

Cerys is also a loyal dog of the courts. Often reporting to Ada the most minuscule detail of things that have occurred.

Cerys also naturally speaks with a very thick Northen Welsh accent and occasionally slips into Welsh as he speaks or lets loose with his shouting or swearing at people. So normally most of the time.

He also wields his hammer in his human form with his apocalypse form unable to grasp at anything. Often strapped to his back or in the boot of his car. The giant great hammer swings home against foes of the court and chunks of metal alike.

Faceclaim: Richard Harrington

Apocolypse Form

In his Apocolypse form Cerys abandons his bipedal human skin suit for a more fitting hellhound themed one. His human sneering goes as his teeth contort to vicious Kainines all around his mouth as blood slobbers from his jaw. While his amber eyes change to beady red rubies that harkens back to the daysman sat around the fire in fear of what was beyond the campfire. His body grows larger and darker as black long fur envelopes him as an eerie fog engulfs his body confusing most people who witness him in his true form.

As he drops his hammer his weapons change to the vicious claws of many beasts that slaughter and maim all enemies of the court, humanity and dogs. For what is a Rabisu if he does not have the weapons Father gave him?

As his torment takes hold of him he slowly begins to look less dog and more a Hound straight out of hell with chains around his wrists to hold him back and the fires of the dark world grasping onto his inner chest and being drolled out his gaping mouth.

The fog as well seems to react to his form. Growing denser around his body till only the flames and chains remain visible.