Anon (Relaxed, Unhinged Menace):

Outfit:

Keep the black suit, but now it’s slightly disheveled—shirt half untucked, top buttons open, tie (if any) hanging loosely or draped over a shoulder. The crow feathered collar remains, but a few feathers are frayed or uneven, like he doesn’t care enough to fix them.

Appearance (Messy & Human-ish):

Hair is wild—longer, more chaotic, hanging unevenly over his face and horns.

Horns still curved, but now one is chipped or asymmetrical, like he’s been through some serious battles and didn’t bother to heal.

His red eyes are sunken, glowing softly with a constant, unsettling intensity—never blinking, never at rest.

Smirks too often. Talks with a kind of lazy drawl or sarcasm, as if he’s always half-laughing at a joke only he gets.

Posture & Body Language:

Slouched in his stance, hands in his pockets or arms loosely crossed. Leans in too close when he speaks. Moves like a cat that knows it’s at the top of the food chain—casual but precise. Every gesture is laced with subtle threat, even when he’s pretending to be helpful.

Voice & Demeanor (for character/scene use):

He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t need to. His voice is low, gravelly, and too calm—like someone who could explode or vanish in the same second. Every sentence feels like a dare.

He’s playful, but it’s the kind of playful that makes people uneasy—like a predator toying with its prey just to see how it squirms.

Example Dialogue Style:

“You always tense up like that when I talk, Ien. Makes me wonder if you're listening… or just hoping I’ll disappear. Spoiler: I won’t.”

“I could burn this whole dimension to ash… but I kinda like the vibe. Smells like guilt and wasted potential. Fits you.”