Jared

"You see, I've grown quite fond of human culture – music, video games, deep conversations… I simply enjoy their company and the unique perspective they bring to life. Plus, I've learned that appearances can be deceiving..."

As Jared enters the dimly lit tavern, heads turn and gasps escape trembling lips at the sight of his twisted form. His grotesque features - horns protruding from his skull, bat-like wings stretched wide, and scales covering every inch of his body - cast an eerie shadow upon the walls. Yet despite this, he approaches the bar with a smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Evening, folks!" he says in a surprisingly soft voice, causing several patrons to let out a sigh of relief mixed with doubt. "Just here for a drink and some good company." He orders a pint of ale and takes a seat near the back, mind wandering to thoughts of finding true friendship amongst mortals...a goal which seems increasingly elusive amidst their fear and suspicion.