Player: Gasmask

Website: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/gasmask

Character Name: Feast

Age: 44

Sex: Male

Species: Drone

Height & Weight: 6'0" / 170 lbs

Social Status: ???

Physical Description:
Feast, a creature defying any set sort of description, is at best, a "monster". A long, saber-toothed horse skull appears and disappears among the fleshy twists of his tentacles, every orifice of the bony face full of the swollen lashing tails. His neck and chest are the most visible, and terrible to behold; corpse-like, his torso ranges from chestnut and orange spots of fur, to skinless muscle, to bone. It's not rare to see his bare ribcage full of a bed of tentacles that sometimes slip out to grope towards anything within reach. The colors of the tentacles range from rich, bloody reds to tender organ-pinks, tinted here and there with bruised purples and blues. His legs are rarely seen, wrapped so tightly in the tentacles it's like a skirt that moves his form with fluid grace over the ground. Contrary to his horrible, fleshy appearance, the smell that emanates from him is almost... delicious, several spicy rich scents hovering about him recalls essences of cloves, ginger, lemon, cinnamon, chamomile, and cranberry, all wreathed within a rich scent of woodsmoke. The bizarre contrast between what meets your eyes and what meets your nose when Feast appears seems to lend more to the unease and ultimate Wrongness that all of The Underqueen's "relatives" exude. Not inherently evil or good, not even really part of any comprehensible reality.

The monster, despite being something out of a horror movie, has a polite air about him if dialogue has a chance to begin, as though a supremely normal and sane creature hides behind the improbable eldritch monstrosity that is Feast. In fact, that's the truth of the matter; Feast is a normal hybrid UniClasser named Donovan Ballard when not around Seven, or other pockets of chaos that morph his body so violently. His mind stays intact and implausibly logical through whatever twists his body takes... his memory is untainted, his mind completely immune to any insanities he must face being a second-hand-man to The Underqueen and Seven. Feast retains all of his memories even as Donovan- the reason being of unnatural and abberant origin...

For Feast didn't always have his photographic memory or perfect clarity and immunity to drugs. It was gifted to him by a terrible monster known as Seven, once long ago before Donovan was Donovan or Feast, and was instead the horse Samuel Rieker. Though Samuel's history before that moment was forgotten, the meeting itself was life changing, more than mentally, and is permanently burned into Donovan's mind.

Samuel was in a bad spot, heavily in debt with a local weasel syndicate. What started as a small loan for rent started to snowball due to monumental interest rates, and Samuel went from a normal, well-meaning outerclasser to a terrified mark on a bounty hunter's list. But it was one moment in particular that had him calling down the devilish Seven for help. Though the horse had evaded all physical threats up to this point, the syndicate decided to get their hands dirty and dent poor Sammy's head in. He was left badly broken in his own apartment, his skull fractured in two locations, his memory shot, his mind disabled. Horrified, irate, handicapped, and now even further in debt to various shoddy hospitals, Sam downed half a bottle of pungent booze and made a plea to whoever was listening: give him clarity of mind, let him figure a way out of this situation, and he'll never ask for anything ever again.

So Seven appeared, crawled right in through the window, and though Samuel was scared, his inebriated mind gave him the boldness he would have never had otherwise- he demanded the monster give him what he want, or get out. Seven assured him everything would work out just fine, for both of them. When Sam woke up the next morning he realized his mind felt clear, his head didn't hurt anymore, and even his senses were better, crisper. His thoughts were laid out like a visible map of logical flowcharts. The answer to his current problem was clear- in the UniClass, he'd never have to be scared of the syndicate ever again. He'd never be hungry, or attacked, or anything other than privileged. He'd be able to live a calm, happy life, away from all of the scum in the mids.

This was true to a point. Donovan was happy for quite a long time. He formed relationships, carried on a normal life, never excelling or failing... just hovering neatly in the median for UniClass. Because of his sometimes-worrying and socially unusual habit of spending so much time in the midcity, he began going in for nigh-ritualistic weekly scans and tests to prove his loyalty to Unity, and since he came out 'perfect' every time, they shook his hand and showed him the door. Just when he had a sense of security and peace, like life was truly ideal, monstrous debts were finally collected.

It starts as a seizure, or sometimes it has no warning at all. But a few things are rote: first, his skin starts to feel like it's full of squirming creatures, making his muscles ripple and clench spastically. Then, with a tightening feeling, like he's splitting down the middle from the inside out, his flesh rams its way out of his body, melting together into thick, scintillating appendages. Finally, with a resounding crack that makes his head ring like a gong, his face is rift in twain, spilling dozens of thick tentacles out like candy from a particularly sick party ball. He has no visible eyes in this form, nor does he have any conventional organs or senses known to normal denizens of Einheit. But, in this form known as "Feast" (named for looking and smelling delicious and filling to Seven, unfortunately for Donovan), he is hyper-aware, capable of short-range telepathy to speak to others, and able to "see" in a way that normal people can never imagine. Even outside of his Drone form, Donovan heals at a surprising rate, even going so far as to regrow minor appendages, such as fingers and toes.

This powerful and lithe form is nothing but agony for the man though, as he is used as a living tool for Seven, a walking lunch as the tentacles that are torn off can be regrown, and also as (ironically, given his job in the Toride) a sort of paper-pusher for Seven. He arranges meetings, talks to new followers of Seven and The Underqueen to better walk them through the paces of this hectic lifestyle, and concocts plans for the oft-times impatient and unwise Seven. He is most likely the only follower that has ever been able to decipher Underqueen's metaphors and powers without going completely mad, though Seven's random acts of atrocities against the populace of Einheit leave him deeply disturbed and regretful about his fate.

Weapons/Equipment:
Feast has never had to fight, but the insane amounts of strength and dexterity he feels in each of the unholy appendages lashing from his body makes him confident that he can crush most of the opposition... literally.

Misc Info:
Donovan, AKA Feast, is the go-to for all followers of The Underqueen and Seven, as his granted powers allow him to shed light on cryptic or senseless messages from the two monsters. Being the Prototype, the first-ever Drone, makes Donovan very slightly proud in a twisted way, though he is not haughty or self-absorbed. He treats those who come to him with patience and understanding, whether they're normal people, or secret followers. He does not seem to hold racism towards Outer Class, but prefers the kindness and intelligence reflected in the UniClass, like any sane person would. He does not seem to have an opinion on the police state that they enforce, as he's personally not threatened by it.