Cerberus

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"I eat, and I eat, and I EAT!"

The restaurant goers watched, and spoke hushed whispers across their tables and booths to one another, their faces painted plainly with fear. They watched the young woman as she leaned over her several plates, raw meats towered around her, boiling bowls of seemingly rotted greens. 
She clawed at the dishes, ripping at the pinked flesh of the beef around her, violently and forcefully shoving them into her mouth. Small trickles of red could slowly be seen glistening down her chin, from the raw meat she devoured perhaps? Maybe her own...? The sides of her mouth cracked and bled as she pummeled all she could into her mouth. Her neck cracked as she twisted her head up in the direction of the service counter, where frightened servers huddled around one another.

"MORE! BRING ME MORE!"

The waiters scattered at her demand, bumping into one another, and running back into the kitchen. Cerberus craned her neck back down to her plates, pulling at the food once more.

They cant be sure, but the onlookers could have sworn the girls face shifted slowly downwards... Is that a crack?

• Three "neutral" growths regularly emerge from her body--These black creatures slowly shape themselves, taking on the forms of Dobynm; gifts (or curse) of a sort given to her by Mother. This gift comes with a price: Cerberus is regularly devoured and pulled apart, piece by piece, by the guardians until nothing is left but blackened bones; the guardians will then birth Cerberus again in a short time, and she is anew.
• The cycle of her devourment has gone on so long, that only a single part of the mortal that once was still exists, and is hidden away from the beasts--This tiny surviving part of her is the last shred of her sanity, and the smallest hope that she'll one day be set free.
• When she walks, she creaks and cracks, her neck and joints snapping into place, breaking over and over again.
• Her hair sticks up unnaturally, almost forming what seems to be horns.
• She has no soul, and is only a shell with a void inside of her, darkened to hide her secrets.
• Saint Oz is in love with the mysterious posthuman, but since Cerberus is nothing but a vessel of hatred, she doesn't feel love.
• Rank: Anubis/doberman/hellhound