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CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Mark Hoffman
Age: 41
Canon: SAW FILM SERIES
Canon Point: post season 7.
Character Information:
Personality:
5-10 Key Character Traits:
Would you prefer a monster that FITS your character’s personality, CONFLICTS with it, or EITHER? Fits. I am here for giant unstoppable rage monster.
Opt-Outs: Fairy, nymph, merperson, shade, goblin.
Roleplay Sample:
Sequestered in a tiny apartment was one thing. He'd gotten exactly what he wanted by coming here, a fresh start. Sure he didn't have his money or resources, the bag of cash had disappeared the moment that he was pulled from the water (possibly sooner) but it wasn't like he was above robbing some poor local at this point, beating him senseless and dragging him out into the forest. There were rumors about what was out there. He had faith that whatever it was would thank him at the time.
But time had passed and he'd managed to fool a few people only to begin his work again and have it stopped by that ...mist. The mist that apparently changed people. That made them into the birds and the fish and all the other shit crawling around. He'd bought a gun and tried to avoid it, locking the doors...
Until yesterday. Or was it a week ago? He couldn't recall.
He'd passed out for what felt like days, ignoring the stiffness in his limbs. Aches and twinges as if his age had come on him all at once. His mouth felt dry and heavy and off, like he was chewing on water melon. He spit, blood sputtering across the sheets on his bed before he raised a finger to his mouth and stopped to stare at it. His skin had darkened considerably. It had hardened. There was a crackling across his knuckles. His nails had elongated, thicker and darker. Pale skin peeling back from a harder shell.
He bared his teeth and saw just on the corners of his vision fleshy sacks, that same darker color. He staggered to his feet, shuffling to the small bathroom mirror only to recoil in horror.
Somehow in the time he'd been asleep his hair had lengthened. It hung down in his face and
Name:
Contact:
Other Characters:
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name: Mark Hoffman
Age: 41
Canon: SAW FILM SERIES
Canon Point: post season 7.
Character Information:
Personality:
5-10 Key Character Traits:
Would you prefer a monster that FITS your character’s personality, CONFLICTS with it, or EITHER? Fits. I am here for giant unstoppable rage monster.
Opt-Outs: Fairy, nymph, merperson, shade, goblin.
Roleplay Sample:
Sequestered in a tiny apartment was one thing. He'd gotten exactly what he wanted by coming here, a fresh start. Sure he didn't have his money or resources, the bag of cash had disappeared the moment that he was pulled from the water (possibly sooner) but it wasn't like he was above robbing some poor local at this point, beating him senseless and dragging him out into the forest. There were rumors about what was out there. He had faith that whatever it was would thank him at the time.
But time had passed and he'd managed to fool a few people only to begin his work again and have it stopped by that ...mist. The mist that apparently changed people. That made them into the birds and the fish and all the other shit crawling around. He'd bought a gun and tried to avoid it, locking the doors...
Until yesterday. Or was it a week ago? He couldn't recall.
He'd passed out for what felt like days, ignoring the stiffness in his limbs. Aches and twinges as if his age had come on him all at once. His mouth felt dry and heavy and off, like he was chewing on water melon. He spit, blood sputtering across the sheets on his bed before he raised a finger to his mouth and stopped to stare at it. His skin had darkened considerably. It had hardened. There was a crackling across his knuckles. His nails had elongated, thicker and darker. Pale skin peeling back from a harder shell.
He bared his teeth and saw just on the corners of his vision fleshy sacks, that same darker color. He staggered to his feet, shuffling to the small bathroom mirror only to recoil in horror.
Somehow in the time he'd been asleep his hair had lengthened. It hung down in his face and
