Mould

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Mould

To eyes not possessing sight for Disfigurement, Mould looks like a huge caucasian man with a heavy brow, dark eyes and hair. He is even notable without his grotesque true form for mass of flesh alone.

When he flares and his Disfigurgments do show rear their ugly head he is seen to have many seperate hunks brought together for his amalgamation of self. Large steel industrial staples hold tight slabs of decayed meat; the most prominent of which come down from his scalp and across his cheek. His right hand also bears the staples running in series from beyond his wrist, down between his thumb and index fingers and underneath to his palm.

Were one to see him bare torso in these moments or which as that may, they would find large plates literally drilled into his chest. Further down on his stomache a line of the same thick staples bond together bits of this patchwork man. And if those same eyes of seeing were to observe his back they would note a length of steel extending from the base of his spine to his skull where it submerges into the skin. Each plate and rod of metal burns bright with dancing bursts of electricity when his bodies fire is transmuted.

Ways to the Grave

-Wretched (wretch·ed)

1. In a deplorable state of distress or misfortune; miserable: “the wretched prisoners huddling in the stinking cages” (George Orwell).

2. Characterized by or attended with misery or woe: a wretched life.

3. Of a poor or mean character; dismal: a wretched building.

4. Contemptible; despicable: wretched treatment of the patients.

5. Of very inferior quality: wretched prose.

They're all applicable definitions... but none of them express the true horror. The true Promethean horror of it.

If you've ever had strangers be cruel to you. If you've ever been friendless and down trodden. If you've ever been spit on for no reason but your passing presence, then you know a fraction of what it is to be me.

I am one of the down trodden; those that should not be. My body is an abomination of nature and I should not be... But I am.

Sculpting Self

My body is a terrible thing to see in truth, but it is strong. It is not the frail thing of a real man. I am a creation and I was created strong.

I form and test my body to perfection. I explore every inch of myself inwardly. One day I will be formed aknew to Mortality. Till then I hone my body to it's limits seeking outer perfection in work to the inner.

Residence

Mould makes his home(s) in two places in the Chicagoland area:

One of them is a hovel near the El in Chicago.

The other is an apartment in Gary.

The Brass Tacks

"Name": Mould

Lineage: Frankenstein

Refinement: Ferrum

Age: 27

Height: 7'9" Weight: approx 425lbs.

He Said, She Said

Quotes and opinions of those encountereed on his Pilgrimage:

"Bad Bad, Leroy Brown. Baddest Man in the whole damn town. Badder than old King Kong, meaner than the junkyard dog." - Matthew Tillman (Am-Heh), Nepri Fury - Throngmate quoting a Jim Croce song.

"He is not so frightening as his size suggests. He appears to be calm and somewhat ignorant, though he says he is prone to choleric anger. It is interesting--though he is of the same Lineage and Refinement as my friend Alex, the two are very dissimilar. There is much variety in our kind." - Jaina Night

"He's very nice, and he sculpts too! But he's very quiet. I think he'll make a good friend though." - Pretty