Name: Lloyd Douglas, but now he calls himself FAUSTIAN HOOK... but he's not that comfortable with it, so he's considering compromising and going with like Faustian Douglas or Lloyd Hook or Lloyd Douglas.
Race: human but uh well
Class: Housewife
Age: 27 34
History: Lloyd Douglas never got married, but he always very much liked being a stay-at-home father, although he never did have a child so he decided to be a stay-at-home gardener and stayed at home, working the garden. He wasn't a very good gardener and his plants kept wilting no matter how much Mozart he fed them (although he didn't think burying discs he payed good money for was such a great idea), leading to him slowly giving up on that and resorting to just arranging rocks in aesthetically pleasing ways, at which he actually did succeed. In his free time he did many housewifey things, like pie-baking and cookie-making, sweater-knitting and quilt-quilting. This all came to a very untimely end. Let me tell you the story!
Lloyd Douglas enjoyed rearranging his rocks and he did so three times a week at least, organizing them by size, color, shape, or just putting them in patterns so that they did things like read 'HAVE A HAPPY DAY' or 'HELLO STRAWBERRY FIELDS' or even just a large smiling face. He had a way with rocks.
Lloyd realized there was a new rock in his front yard, and, of course, was overjoyed. He must be doing something right! His rocks were breeding! He couldn't even get the rabbits he'd had one year to do that! He decided to care for it like it was his own, since he couldn't see the parents in sight (the rock was quite big, round, and purple (with what he thought were aquamarine speckles, although it may have just been the light)). He took it to his house, made it a comfortable nest of dirt (they seemed to like that, rocks), and went to bed with it sitting on his counter.
The next morning he jumped out of bed, made breakfast, and then turned to say hello to his rock.
It was gone!
He searched frantically, looking through all his cabinets. Rocks were known to be very good at hide and seek, and so he assumed that it had decided to play a morning game. It wasn't in the cabinets. It also wasn't in the drawers, stove, or dishwasher -- therefore ruling out the kitchen. Lloyd ran outside to find it. It ended up that it had been in the yard the whole time. He had left the window open, he realized, cradling it in his arms and cooing it to what he though might possibly be sleep, and it was still young even if it was the size of his head. It was then that it got a clean crack down the middle, opened, and let loose a big, old-looking demon thing.
The demon was rather yellow, which made some sense because purple and yellow went well together (and Lloyd would know: one of his spare bedrooms was painted lilac and pale yellow, with a chair rail and everything). It was most definitely a man and it had drawn, wrinkly cheeks; small, wrinkly eyes; pale, wrinkly lips; and a bald, wrinkly head. It had large black eyebrows over its wrinkly yellow eyes and sported a black fu manchu moustache under its wrinkly yellow nose. It seemed somewhat genie-esque in that it didn't have feet but its body trailed away in a faint yellow fog. All in all, it looked very evil, but also very yellow. Lloyd enjoyed the color yellow, so he didn't mind.
He said hello and offered a hand shake. He was still holding the rock, which appeared to have silk purple padding on the inside of it -- how rich, thought Lloyd, these rocks must be a very wealthy family!
The demon frowned at him. "You're an idiot," he said, and then he put out one finger and turned Lloyd into a goat.
When Lloyd woke up -- well, actually, after he woke up, took a short bath, realized he was a goat by checking his peach fuzz in a mirror, and then fainted again -- he realized he was on a Quest. A Quest to become yet again human.
Of course, no one on a quest could have such a boring title as Lloyd Douglas, so he took a few hours to sit and think of a new name. He did so outside with his rocks, and although it took time he finally hit the jackpot. FAUSTIAN HOOK. Faustian Hook!, he thought. How wonderful. That is, bad-a**. Or whatever the kids call it these days. Faustian Hook he was. He stood and smiled the best a goat could, then frowned, then turned his frown upside down. Then he frowned again. Being a goat was difficult. He was on all fours and he kept wanting to eat the grass on which his rocks sat so pleasantly. His thoughts kept getting interrupted with the sound 'maaa.' And he didn't feel very much like Faustian Hook. He felt a lot like Lloyd Douglas, but furrier and with horns and one of the many goats used for meat and milk. Names aside, though, if he was on a Quest he must Travel and do something like acquire a Party.
As he began Travelling down a Path, he considered 'Faustian L. Douglas.' The L would stand for Lloyd.
Appearance: Lloyd Douglas is a short, average weight man with brown hair that's prematurely balding and small feet. In the picture Faustian Hook carries around with him of his old self Lloyd Douglas is wearing a light blue polo shirt tucked into khaki shorts, brown penny loafers, and also a housewife's smile.
However, Faustian Hook looks much more awesome. He is a goat, for one, making him about two or three feet tall (one finds it's very hard to measure one's self when one has no fingers). He has short gray fur with few white patches, such as the one atop his head (he feels this is a stab at his previous baldness, but he doesn't matter, because he thinks it is quite nice to look at). He has stubby horns and twitchy ears. All in all he's sort of adorable.
