Justin

A broken man, he sits alone in his bedroom full of sand. The obsession took hold when he watched his dog drown on Caloogy Beach a couple years back, his carpets are ruined. Two and a half years of bringing bags of sand back from the beach and riverside he is now 4 inches closer to his ceilings. He's had 3 dogs since Dexie died on the Caloogian Peninsula, he just gives them away after they start shitting in the bedroom. His eyes glow pale pink from a possible unconfirmed toxoplasmosis, he hears scurrying in the sand, unsure if its crabs or those big tick looking things, hallucinating nightly as the infection grows. He hates himself and his predicament but can't stop sanding his carpets. The pile blocks the door, no privacy. When he brings his girlfriends over they worry his flatmates are going to creep in through the night to catch a peek of them sleeping so they dont come around often. He has a penchant for the older lady, so they are usually a bit more accepting of his quirks as he is a good looking, charismatic 25 year old 6 foot 3 man (6 foot 7 in the bedroom), but a lot of them get annoyed by getting sand in their creases and holes. And one woman swears she saw a fox in his hallway l, but her eyes were glowing too so it's hard to know who to trust. His down stairs tenant is terrified because the ceiling is bowing towards his 65" TV and Justin, the landlord, won't allow him to wall mount it as it will ruin the wallpaper. 

Justin is one of my Ball Flickers made from duckling skin and baby chicken beak.