Username: Wolf Shadowstalker
Name of Wysper: Cirrus
Gender: Male
Personality:
Fun is the top priority for Cirrus. He tries to turn everything and anything into a game, often fraying the nerves of any human he encounters with his antics. He never stays in one place for too long, the fist reason is because of his strong wanderlust, the second being that after a while, the most entertaining humans (ones that have exaggerated reactions to his pranks) begin to avoid his usual haunts and it becomes no fun for him to hang around. Cirrus gets a bit lonely though, with everyone avoiding him. Half of the reason why he plays tricks on humans so much is because he wants them to stop and notice him. The more he plays pranks, the more they avoid him, and he tries even harder to get their attention, turning the process into a never ending cycle. He has met a few humans that actually broke this cycle, most of them being children, but eventually left them behind because his wanderlust urged him to move on. Therefore, the combo of his pranks and his wanderlust has left him with no permanent companions, though he does cherish his temporary companions while he has them.
Habits:
Cirrus drags clouds down closer to the earth to create fog from time to time. When people pass through the fog he creates, he likes to jump out at them to give them a little scare, or mumble words in their ears to convince them they're being followed. He particularly enjoys doing to this to couples. If any children pass though, he reveals himself to them without startling them and tries to get them to laugh by tripping up a nearby adult. An upset person passes by occasionally, and hating to see anyone truly sad, Cirrus does his best to cheer them up by whispering encouragement.
Also, Cirrus likes to snack on thunderclouds occasionally. The electricity hypes him up in and he bounces around for hours. Though he'd love to enjoy them more often, he crashes heavily afterwards and the inactivity nearly kills him with boredom.
Other:
Lonely Fog
The misty cloak whispers into your ear,
"Hey, look behind you. Look. What's that clatter you hear?"
Your head turns sharply, not by conscious choice.
"See? That shadow over there. Aren't you glad you listened to my voice?"
You turn and run, trying to get away.
"Wait! Please, won't you stay?"
Footsteps follow and you stumble, a scratch appearing beneath your eye.
Then something brushes against your face, followed by a sigh.
"You’ve gone and hurt yourself, now that’s no fun.
Don’t worry, my prank is done."
As the creature walks away, you forget about being mad.
It's the first time you've seen a figure that’s looked so sad
