Demonface

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Demonface is human-born vampire. She lives on Hell in a cluttered trailer that smells like incense. She is a misguided mentor to Firebro, and has somethin going on with Gin.

Appearance
Demonface is tall and tan and young and lovely. She has a flat nose and full lips— with large, droopy, glassy white eyes that have no iris or pupil. Her body is a soft and squishy hourglass. There is a small gap between her front two teeth.

She has massively long hair that is tied up in heavy pigtails with ribbon.

Personality
Demonface is eccentric and bubbly and kind of quiet. She has an unpolished way of speaking, and frequently fumbles her thoughts when forming them into words. She is a curious person, and is quietly inquisitive. She experiences small veins of clairvoyance, although she assumes that this is something everyone experiences.

She covers her mouth when she laughs and is a chronic giggler.

Childhood
Demonface comes from a large family. Her white eyes earned her the nickname Demonface by schoolyard bullies at a young age while still on Earth.

At twenty six, she acquired vampirism through her boyfriend who wore Spencer's hats and only owned pajama pants.

Career
Demonface deals mostly weed and psychedelics, but will occasionally sell harder stuff if she has the product to move.

She has no idea how hard or soft the Demon Drugs she sells to the demons on Hell are. She never samples her own wares, as she is sober.

Firebro
Firebro is Demonface's little friend from back on Earth and is a chill motherfucker. Firebro clearly didn't have anyone looking out for her, so Demonface made sure she was always available if Firebro needed her.

Demonface is not worried about her and makes no attempt to parent her. Although she has tried to give Firebro obligatory bits of life advice from the perspective of an adult, it never went anywhere because Firebro is clearly street-wise beyond both their years.

They spent a lot of time together on Earth, and Demonface more filled the role of older sister. Even though they now live on different planets, they keep in touch every day through Spacebook.

Gin
"Demonface falls heavy into Gin's shoulder laughing, "Oh my god," her breath sputters with laughter, "Wh- EWWW!" She shrieks when Gin tosses the dismembered antenna into her lap. Gin's throaty laugh fades to the background as Demonface pulls the antenna off of her leggings. She knew they felt velvety from experience, but on closer inspection the black fibers have an almost oil-slick iridescence. She's still out of breath from laughter when she asks, "Can I keep this?" "Who gives a shit?" Gin says and boots up the PS2."

Demonface is Gin's dealer and lover. Sometimes they get food and eat it at the hell park. Sometimes they hang at Demonface's place. Sometimes they do nothing at all.

Fake
Demonface finds Fake fascinating and cute, and treats them like a baby kitten— a thing to be gently studied and carefully poked, but given space to exist and be something that's alive with it's own autonomy.

Foatson
The one time Demonface met Foatson, he extended a hand to her politely. She smiled, said "Mm," and didn't take his hand.

Trivia

 * Demonface has a mild hoarding problem.
 * Her living space is filled to the brim with tchotchkes and has the visual aesthetic of a hole-in-the-wall thrift store.
 * Her hair weighs forty pounds when wet.