Typical to their species, Cry is always ready for a fight. They will gladly shred someone to pieces, and oftentimes there will be little left of the body, as Cry will almost never turn down a meal. Waste not, want not, as they say. If met with a problem she can't solve with her head, she will resort to violence. If one can best her in a fight, she will respect them greatly, but won't be happy about it.
Cry does not see a lot of worth in possessions. While they won't trash other people's belongings, physically or verbally, they will occasionally give an off-handed grunt about "not getting it." Anything Cry has is either a knife or something Jellifluff or their co-workers has given to them. Knives are practical, sharp, and gorgeous tools of maiming. Cry doesn't see how anyone could not like them.
While only a single person has the privilege of doing so, Cry will roll over like an absurdly large dog if scratched between the chinks in their armor. If anyone other than Jellifluff tries this, they're likely to get their hand bitten off. Being pet is nice, and if anyone says anything about it, they'll lose their other hand.
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