(You are a Side, and you can choose between being a Side of Love, Lust, Wrath, or just an unidentified Side) Shedding his scales. That was the worst thing that Janus ever feels. Two weeks, three or four times a year, the patches of green scales decorating his body and half his face would peel off to be renewed. The first week was incredibly uncomfortable as his scales prepared to shed, and the second week was just agony as the old scales slowly peeled from his skin. Janus was in his Mind Palace room, refusing to let anyone see him in this second week. He sat on his couch, shaking, baring his fangs and trying not to cry. His hat, cape, and gloves were gone, his cloak unbuttoned to reveal his slender, muscular body and the patches of peeling scales on it. “Curse the God who thought this was a good idea…” Janus snarled, his voice choked and wavering.