[The Evil certainly had picked a good target for wanting to create chaos and commit crimes around Trench. Keith was highly susceptible to it's power and easily fell under it's control. He stalked through town to various places, the burn scar on his cheek looking more like a fresh injury, and just wreaked havoc anywhere he went. Breaking things, stealing things, getting into fights with others, generally being a big jerk to anyone unlucky enough to cross his path.
By now, his hair was a deep shade of violet and shaggier looking than usual, and his eyes had taken on a somewhat cat-like appearance with a faint yellow glow. His fingernails, having morphed into claws, poked through the fingertips of his gloves, and he walked slightly hunched, like he was a feral animal on alert for attack. Anyone who tried to stop him from acting on his impulses was met with a snarl and a baring of his fangs. If they backed off, he might leave them alone, but there was just as likely a chance he'd attack anyway. But, if anyone continued to bar him from his goal, he would most definitely fight them.]
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By now, his hair was a deep shade of violet and shaggier looking than usual, and his eyes had taken on a somewhat cat-like appearance with a faint yellow glow. His fingernails, having morphed into claws, poked through the fingertips of his gloves, and he walked slightly hunched, like he was a feral animal on alert for attack. Anyone who tried to stop him from acting on his impulses was met with a snarl and a baring of his fangs. If they backed off, he might leave them alone, but there was just as likely a chance he'd attack anyway. But, if anyone continued to bar him from his goal, he would most definitely fight them.]