[Overcast]

Will make something up today, have an idea just need some flesh time. Also my new room is a black hole of radio transmission so internet time will be more difficult to get a handle on. That is all.

EDIT:Or is it?

Name: Riley Morris
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Riley is 6'3" and 130lbs, he is unhealthily thin. His hair is a disheveled mass of brown that he has a frequency to run his hands through, his eyes a similar touch that are often bloodshot, and accentuated by the deep bags that creep under each. He is pale, as if he hasn't seen the sun for far too long, his clothes will often consist of a hoody, with the hood pulled up to hide away inside, and a pair of jeans tattered and hastily repaired with the belt pulled tight around his waist. His feet are adorned with a barely surviving pair of chuck taylors, white and blue.

If he pulled up the sleeves of his hoody you could see the track marks that adorn his veins, and the dark bruised entry on the inside of each elbow that helped make the scars.
Bio/Background/Etc: At one time Riley was on the right track. He was your every time honor roll kid who didn't let much hold him back. His ambitions were high, and his dreams even higher. But it was stressful, every day the pressures of being the best he could be would weigh on him, and one day he took the advice of the wrong person. That for the properly genius only substances can make you ignorant enough to calm down.

Enter drugs. Alcohol came to calm his nerves, and honestly that was fine, he knew how to pace that. Marajuana helped with that too, and he was still on the perfect track to valedictorian. Neither quite opened the gate for him, but as he slowed he started to slack, and he needed other substances to help himself speed back up. Enter the uppers to keep his brain active when he wasn't on weed and alcohol. Enter the downers when he accidentally hit too many uppers.

Juggling this was unhealthy, and people were starting to notice. He still somehow was the cast iron brick well on his way to being the top of his class, but with his health in steep decline someone finally took to find out why.

When they did he was disgraced. He lost his chance to be the best, he was forced into rehabilitation, he was forced to hold up court dates that, thanks to advancing past his 18th birthday, became a part of his permanent record. He couldn't get a job. He couldn't finish school. He couldn't live like a normal person.

So he kept sliding down.

Years have passed since that first breakdown and he has been on damn near everything. His world turned to any means to get what still kept him on a level plain these days. Riley was a despondent apathetic bastard who figured the world had shit all it could on his head, and he had truly reached the bottom of the barrel.

Of course, that only invited it to get worse.

Monster Name: Fiend
Appearance: The lower half of Riley's body forces itself together and elongates, growing scales and taking a snakelike appearance. His upper body is adorned in a dark coat, with a hood that obscures his face. His hands, reaching from the coat, have had their fingers replaced with syringes with huge large bore needles. His face is darkened aside from his teeth which have become a mangled set of syringes filled with a strange glowing liquid that varies in color depending on what is supposed to be in there.
Abilities/Powers:
~Substance Abuse: His teeth can deliver a payload of drugs into his enemies if they are bitten, as of now he only has one drug available. It is a powerful tranquilizer that can cause severe sluggishness to outright comatose symptoms in humans to mild sluggishness or nothing to various paradoxes. If multiple doses can be delivered to a human it can cause an overdose which can be fatal, the same can also be given to a paradox, but due to their resilience it must be done very rapidly or else their bodies will work through the drugs before such a thing is possible.
~Delivery: While the hand syringes don't have any drugs they can be thrown at an enemy and will always grow back in a few seconds. As such he can't quite get rapid fire, but he'll still do some damage as the large bore needles are not self sealing and can cause serious blood loss if they hit the right place.

DRUGS.