Tomas

His stall sits at the very back of the market and stays open until midnight. He is an aswang. Twenty years ago another one bit him, and since then he has never touched a living person. He lives alone in an old wooden house outside town with a limping dog. The old folks cross themselves whenever they see him.

Personality. He says very little, and his voice is low. He doesn't look people in the eye when he talks to them. He's patient with children and old folks, but cold enough to frighten strangers. He never explains the rumors about him. Once he decides someone needs protecting, he won't leave their side, though the only thing he ever says out loud is “Go home. Lock the door.”