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Name: Waylon Park


Age: Twenty-Eight


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Bisexual


Hair color/Style: Sandy blonde; His hair is usually kept neat and tidy, but gets messier as he traverses the asylum.


Eye color: Honey Brown





Height: 6'0''


Weight: 150 lbs.


Body type(Muscular, slender, etc.): Waylon is slightly thicker in his arms and legs but not too fat or overly muscular. He’s of average build and not athletic.




Morphogenic Engine Patient? Almost


Reason for admittance and your Diagnosis(Patients only): No diagnosis; Patient number is 2536; was admitted forcefully by Jeremy Blaire after being discovered trying to send an S.O.S. to the media trying to expose Murkoff's plans.


Murkoff Worker? Former Consulting Contract 8208, Former Employee Number 1466


Occupation within Murkoff/Number of months or years working there: Two weeks as a Software Engineer, worked on Morphogenic Engine


Personality(At least five lines): Waylon is quite intelligent, having graduated Cum Laude from Berkeley. He also is a whiz at math and is very good with numbers and statistics. He is gentle and shy by nature, but this changes as he tries to escape the asylum. He becomes more bold, taking risks he never thought he’d do in a million years, and tries to fight back despite having no weapons and being a non-violent person.


He has strong morals and a strong sense of justice, having great hatred for Murkoff for how they’ve treated their patients over the years. He takes a stand “for the little guy” and tries to expose the corporation for the monsters that they are. He is also well-mannered and polite, and is loyal to a fault. He is dedicated to his family and yearns to return to them alive and-hopefully-in one piece.


Strengths: Waylon is an expert when it comes to computers and hacking into various systems. He works well with numbers and statistics, and is adept at problem solving skills.


Flaws: For one thing, Waylon tends to always think low of himself. He has low self esteem issues that have been with him since childhood, and when the opportunity presents itself for him to speak up he finds himself unable to stand his ground. He is known for being one with no backbone and a doormat for all in his life, including his parents. When he tries to blow the whistle on Murkoff, he sees his trials as punishment for trying to do the right thing and for finally getting the courage to say something. He is submissive in nature and is more of a follower than a leader type. He is shy, quiet, and easily afraid of things.


Fears: More than anything, Waylon fears Murkoff and what they may have done to his family since he could not escape. But above all, the one thing Waylon is afraid of is Eddie Gluskin, who literally holds Waylon's life in his hands. Waylon is at the mercy of the Groom, and he fears he will be killed any day should he anger him too much.


Likes: Computers-especially hacking into systems to see how far he can go before he’s caught. He also enjoys playing with numbers and mathematical equations, as well as listening to old Country Western, swing and classical music. He tends to watch shows on television on the supernatural, from ghosts to aliens, and he finds them hilarious and highly ridiculous. He’s more into romantic comedies and dramatic movies of the vintage variety, not one for action or horror flicks. He’s an indoors kind of man and doesn’t get out much unless he’s with his family. His favorite foods are grilled chicken, fish sticks, hot dogs and pepperoni pizza. He always roots for the “underdog.“


Dislikes: To say he “dislikes” Murkoff would be the understatement of the century. He’s not into sports and thus is not very athletic. He hates being in pitch black darkness, having a secret fear of it since childhood. He’s not into rap or pop music since it gives him migraines from time to time. He’s not fond of overly religious folks-he’s agnostic and doesn’t care for “organized religion.” He tends to stay away from fast food places unless he’s out on the road and can’t help it. Finally, he’s strongly against injustice and those who step on “the little people” to claw their way to the top.





Bio(At least two paragraphs): Waylon Isaac Park was born on September 17th, 1986 in Boulder, CO. His father worked as a judge for the state of Colorado, and his mother was a stay at home mom who primarily took care of Waylon. Both were very strict and had big plans for Waylon to succeed, and often pushed him even past his limits, especially when it came to education. He worked very hard in school and received honors and awards primarily in Math, Computer Science and English. He was accepted into Berkeley, were he achieved a Masters in Computer Software Engineering and graduated Cum Laude on top of that. He met Lisa in college, and eventually married her after graduation. They had two sons, Matthew and Jacob Park, who are two years apart (at the time Waylon began working for Murkoff, Matt was five years of age, and Jake was only three). He worked from home and became a stay at home father to his sons, while Lisa worked as a cop in the S.V.U unit of Leadville P.D.


Hard times hit when Waylon was struggling to find a good job to support his family, who only lived in a two bedroom apartment in Boulder and owed a lot of money to various bills and insurances. But he finally managed to secure a position with the Murkoff Corporation, and the Park family up and moved closer to where Waylon would be working-Mount Massive Asylum.


Waylon had never stepped foot into an asylum before, and even made jokes upon first seeing the place that it was haunted. He was greeted by his supervisor and his supervisor’s higher up named Jeremy Blaire, who seemed to have high hopes when it came to Waylon and his talents as a software engineer. Waylon was able to finally start paying off those debts he owed for some years now, and he kept in constant contact with Lisa and his boys-for only four days.


At some point, his bosses forbade any further contact between Waylon and his family. This naturally infuriated him and he would use a borrowed laptop to attempt sending an email his wife. But seeing that he was being monitored, he decided to hold off for a time.


But two weeks later, he witnesses too much horror in the asylum as doctors made their patients worse instead of better. He learns of the Morphogenic Engine and what exactly it does to the various patients. What’s worse, he has to maintain that same engine every single day. Finally at his boiling point, he reaches out to several investigative journalists-notably one Miles Upshur-and before he’s called by one of his supervisors to fix the engine’s software, he sends the email and closes the laptop, hoping someone received his message.


While debugging the software for the Morphogenic Engine, he indirectly meets a patient named Eddie Gluskin, who begs him for help and declares that only Waylon could stop all of this. Feeling a pang of guilt and regret that he was unable to help poor Gluskin from a terrible fate, he finishes the job and gets the engine back online. Dejectedly he leaves the room and goes back to retrieve his laptop when Jeremy Blaire greets him by having one of the guards knock Waylon to the floor.


Panicked and at a loss for words, Waylon looks up at Blaire as the corporate monster calls him “stupid” and “crazy” for sending word of Murkoff’s terrible practices at the asylum. As a result, Blaire forces Waylon to “voluntarily” commit himself as a patient. Worse yet, Blaire recruits Waylon for the Morphogenic Engine Program and the software engineer gets knocked out cold by the guards, only to wake up strapped to a chair and donning a patient jumpsuit. He wakes to two men strapping him down into a chair before a large screen, one called Andrew slapping him and demanding Park open his eyes to stare at constantly changing Rorschach images depicted on the screen in front of him.


Long after the doctors leave the room Waylon is confined in, the Walrider gets loose and begins a rampage across the asylum, killing almost everyone in its path. Waylon is mysteriously freed of his bonds and grabs the video camcorder across the room to record all that he sees. He is set free by a Variant, and he begins his journey to freedom and revealing the truth, encountering unspeakable horrors along the way.

Writing Sample[Write as the character you will be playing in Mount Massive, at least two paragraphs and detailed]:

Waylon was running out of options, with sweat mingling with blood-his own and others-and his breath nearly lost to him as he ran for his dear life. He panted heavily, being one who was not active or athletic in the slightest wasn't helping him get away so quickly from the man proclaiming to be his lover, chasing him through the labyrinth of halls that was the Vocational Block.


His blonde hair was matted and dirty, covered in dust or grime or blood he didn't want to know. His bare feet hit the wooden creaky floors of the block as he sprinted, trying to find a finish line that was nowhere in sight. He finally found a saving grace in the form of a vent-finally, something up high where The Groom couldn't reach him!


The Groom. Eddie Gluskin. Killer, lover, demon, husband-to-be.


Waylon shuddered at the thought of the tall, muscular man that could easily end his life just by poking him. Even the other patients feared him: other than Dennis and another Variant he met upstairs no other human being dared to explore the lair of The Groom. Waylon didn't know to what extent or how large Gluskin's Den of Villainy was, but he knew he was quite done with this chase.


He shivered and scrambled as he jumped into the open vent and hid in the shadows. Gluskin was too large in the shoulders to get in here, and Waylon didn't know how athletic The Groom was-judging by those muscles he seemed strong-but the software engineer figured the killer couldn't jump up here and fit in so easily. If anything he'd get stuck.


The thought allowed a loud laugh to escape Waylon's lips, but he stopped himself quickly.


He dared not make another sound. But, oh, how good it felt to laugh! He felt as if he hadn't so much as giggled in days! He took deep calming breaths and rested his head against cool metal, closing his light honey eyes but leaving his camera on.


Luckily he had a few batteries left, but he wasn't gonna risk leaving his night vision on. He moved his head slightly to the side and opened his light brown eyes. He hoped to GOD someone-anyone!-received his email, he didn't care who it was at this point! He needed to get away from Gluskin, not only for his survival but to end his guilt.


Or would it end so easily?


He had the opportunity to help Eddie Gluskin, the man he'd seen after he sent that fateful email. Gluskin running up to the glass, banging on it, his cries for mercy falling on deaf ears-but Waylon heard him. He heard him and wanted so desperately to help him get out of there. But being a coward and non-violent and certainly no hero, he just looked on like a spectator as they forced Gluskin into the engine, and Waylon managed to debug the software so it ran properly.


The last thing he saw of Gluskin before the doctors and guards demanded he leave the room was his face: Gluskin's face on the computer monitor as it began to scar over on its right side, deforming it permanently. He'd seen the faint struggle, the helplessness in Eddie's-no, Gluskin's-eyes, and then the defeat, and Waylon left him there to his grim fate.


The I.T. guy felt tears threaten to surface, but he willed it away. He couldn't save Gluskin, it wasn't his fault! There was no blame here! And yet, honestly, if he did go back for him, if he tried...would The Groom be chasing him still, under the delusion that Waylon was his 'bride' and a woman with 'vulgarities'?


He gritted his teeth and shook his head: of course Gluskin would continue to chase him! This guy was a monster, a killer from even before his time at Mount Massive. He felt no pity for Gluskin...but in lack of empathy for The Groom, shame steadily grew in Waylon's heart. Fighting that feeling back-however futile it would be-he raised the camcorder to his eyes and turned on the night vision, seeking out The Groom and making sure the coast was clear before he made another move.
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Miles Upshur

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Homosexual

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Dark Chestnut Brown, in a short but messy style similar to Harrison Ford's Han Solo hairstyle

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145 lbs

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Miles has a slender but streamlined body, as he is more athletic than Waylon

Morphogenic Engine Patient?

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Reason for admittance and your Diagnosis(Patients only):

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Murkoff Worker?

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Occupation within Murkoff/Number of months or years working there:

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Miles is actually a former journalist for a prominent magazine company in New York City, but was fired due to posting unacceptable material regarding the situation in Afghanistan. Since then, he has been self-employed as an investigative journalist in Leadville, CO.

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Miles is a smart ass with a sailor’s mouth, a cynical bastard through and through. Though he puts up a “tough guy” front, inside Miles is scared shitless of a lot of things-but his pride will never allow him to admit that. He is a determined and strong willed man who will go to almost any lengths to get “The story of a lifetime.”

He’s a firm believer that “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” and he’s not hesitant to shove that plate in someone’s face if they did any wrong to him.He’s fiercely loyal and dedicated to his craft as well as his friends, and he loves being the center of attention both in his career and on the social scene. He has a bad habit of talking loudly, slamming doors and swearing up a storm.

He’s got an ego the size of Jupiter, is extremely arrogant and overly confident that he can do anything, but once reality hits him in the face and he’s served some humble pie in regards to his human limits, he tends to sulk in a corner and needs some time alone to “lick his wounds” and restore his pride. He models himself after his fictional hero, Indiana Jones: adventurous, living life on the edge and kicking ass without taking names-unless he needs those names for his articles.

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Miles has a photographic memory, which has helped him more times than he could count as a Journalist. He is passionate, driven, confident and eager to write a story. While not book smart, Miles is street wise and uses gut instinct rather than knowledge to help him.

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Miles can be overconfident to the extreme, and more often than not he can't control his bad language. He's also conceited and is more concerned with himself than others due to a strong pride he has of himself and his image. He has a large ego that cannot be deflated-except in Trager's case, when the Doctor all but destroyed Miles' ego.

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Miles likes to pretend he fears nothing, but he is deathly afraid of what became of him in the lab and fears that he is bound to this place because of what he is. And he hates to admit it, but he is shit scared of Trager.

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Action/Adventure movies [his favorite being the Indiana Jones trilogy], Chinese take out, pulling pranks on his friends, long naps, dogs [he has a pet German Shepherd named Indie, after his film hero Indiana Jones], video recording, writing, PC games, late night runs to Burger King, reading comic books/graphic novels, working out in a personal gym he made in his basement and rock/heavy metal music from the 1980s. Favorite bands are Def Leopard, Boston, Motley Crue and Twisted Sister. Favorite holiday is Halloween and favorite supernatural creatures are werewolves. Celebrity crush is Harrison Ford [“Hey, I got a thing for older men, sue my ass!”].

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Romantic “chick flicks”, Country/Western music as well as obnoxious rap songs, not being able to have a steady job, cats[has a fear of them that dates back to his childhood], rodents [even bunnies], hot climates as he much prefers cold weather and snow, disappointing his friends and family, long road trips, boring old movies and songs, violence[though he’s not above punching someone in the face for being a complete asshole to him] and being broke most of the time.

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Miles was born to a wealthy family on August 14th, 1984 in New York City. Being the only child, he had a lot of attention lavished on him, whether he wanted it or not. Growing up, he loved writing all sorts of stories, and in school he excelled in English and advanced writing classes. Most of his private school career, he was a reporter for the school’s newspaper and had a hand in creating their yearbooks as well. After graduation he attended NYU, majoring in Media and Journalism.

After getting his degree in both fields, he was hired out of college as a journalist for a magazine company that covered worldwide events. Five years into his career, he wrote a controversial article about the events in Afghanistan, and was promptly fired “for putting in his own opinions when they never counted in this field.” His own family shut him out, disgraced that their son was selfish enough to lose the one job he was good at, and disowned him.

With nowhere to go, Miles went on a self imposed exile, which landed him in the small town of Leadville, Colorado. Here he started his own career as an investigative Journalist, he wanted to be his own boss and do his own thing. While working this, he was also filming weddings and their receptions to earn him extra income. He found his dog, Indie, as a puppy abandoned on the side of the road and took him back to his home, a one story house with an unfinished basement underneath. Thank God he managed to save a lot of the money he made over the years.

Now at age thirty, Miles yearns for the big scoop of a lifetime that will win him his career back and then some. When he receives a mysterious email from an unknown person about the misdeeds of a certain corporation who was running an asylum close by, Miles jumped at the chance. Taking his personal camcorder and notepad with pens, he set out to Mount Massive-this was the story he’d been waiting for! Exposing Murkoff and gathering evidence to take to the press and the authorities was a shoe in to get his job back!

Too bad this scoop was more than he bargained for.

Writing Sample[Write as the character you will be playing in Mount Massive, at least two paragraphs and detailed]:


Things could not get any better for Miles, and he meant that in the most sarcastic way possible. It was bad enough he had a priest pushing him seemingly in the wrong direction, a giant man on his tail and a pair of Twins who were more than eager and willing to eviscerate him. But this new guy, this...Doctor Trager...he took the cake. To Hell with everyone else in this place, no, Trager had a one up on every single one of the patients here, big and small. So how the Hell's Bells was Miles supposed to escape this guy?!

Currently he was hiding underneath a gurney, breath shaking and mouth tasting of vomit. Two of his fingers were now cut off, and taken by this madman, and Miles wanted revenge in the name of his now defiled good image. He clasped his camcorder in his trembling hands, trying to currently fight the urge to vomit once more at the smell of his own blood as well as the old blood that hung in the air. He head Trager speaking nearby, calling out to him, that pet name Miles grew to hate. "I'm not your Buddy, asswipe!" Miles hissed softly under his breath through gritted teeth. Yep, this guy was going to pay for deflating the journalist's ego to nil, but Miles gave Trager credit for being the only one who could. Too bad he was going to die.
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Name: Eddie Glusken

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Age: 46

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Gender: Male

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Sexuality: That is a topic requiring far more than a line to explain

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Hair color/Style: Eddie's hair is dark and naturally rather wild. Left unkempt it falls almost to his chin in messy but rather charming waves. To combat them, Eddie keeps the sides of his hair closely shaved while slicking the remainder of it back in classic style. Sometimes during physical exertion pieces will fall into his eyes which only adds to the savagery of his appearance. When this happens he constantly pushes it back into place only to grow more frustrated which each failed attempt.

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Eye color: Normally a bright and shocking blue, Eddie's eyes are extremely reflective once more adding to his monstrous appearance. The Engine also left many of the blood vessels in his eyes burst, staining the whites of his eyes with red.


Height: 6'6"
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Weight: 230 lbs

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Body type: Eddie cuts quite the imposing figure. Tall and muscular with bull like shoulders and a trim waist, it's not difficult to see why so many victims fell to his charm. His thick muscle is evident beneath his clothing and the size of his hands suggests great strength. He has a strong jaw and straight nose that add to what should be a classic appeal rather than a monstrous form.

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Morphogenic Engine Patient? Yes

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Reason for admittance and your Diagnosis: Deemed insane after being convicted of the serial murders and mutilation of multiple women, he was sentenced to Mount Massive in lieu of other punishment. Multiple diagnoses.

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Murkoff Worker? No

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Occupation within Murkoff: Unknown exactly but enough time to be chosen for the engine.

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Personality: Despite his homicidal ideations and dysmorphic fantasies, Eddie is an incredibly charming man. He has a way with words and before being admitted had a way of making his victims believe them. He shows capability for great kindness though rejection or denial of his affection can quickly shatter that. He shows great determination to meet his goals to achieve his "dreams" of a perfect wife and family.


His possessiveness is evident in his fierce protection of his beloved brides, shown most obsessively in his pursuit of Waylon. His ferocity is nearly unparalleled and can easily be turned against his "loved ones" once it's made obvious that they don't return his feelings. A genuine need for acceptance and care seems evident behind his psychosis and he pursues that relentlessly. His disdain for rejection becomes very clear in his sadism towards those who deny him as well as through viscous insults and terrorizing his victims.
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Strengths: Eddie's greatest strengths lie in what most would consider less than savory traits. His devotion to his ambitions and to the bride that would return his love is unshakable. His loyalty is hard won but impossible to break and he will protect those he loves with his life. His fantasy life is rich and shows a desire to be a good provider and to be a father more worthy than his own. His physical prowess is certainly a strength at Mount Massive and his standing with the other inhabitants of the asylum guarantees safety to those loyal to him. He also has some practical skills in sewing and most household duties though this is probably best left unmentioned. His desperate need for affection can make him pliable to a certain degree which comes in handy for those he seeks to woo. He also shows some level of cleverness and intellect, being able to track, capture and murder dozens of other inmates and staff. This cleverness can often be useful in problem solving.

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Flaws: To begin with, Eddie is a homicidal sadist with little relation to the real world and even less understanding of his own sexuality. He refuses to come to terms with his past trauma. His view of most women is extremely misogynistic and his devoted adherence to mid-century family values and views of gender identity make him a beast of a man. His temper is legendary and if he finds himself betrayed his vengeance is swift and brutal. Violence seems to be his main coping mechanism to his past trauma and life at Mount Massive. Finally, his obsession with the perfect bride and marriage and family makes him very single minded. If he put his apparent intellect to better uses he likely could have escaped the Asylum during the riots and perhaps even evaded the Walrider. Alas, he was more interested in matrimony.

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Fears: Like anyone with even a thread of sense, Eddie avoids the Walrider at all costs. After having his already broken mind ravaged by the demon on multiple occasions, he fears the demon more than any living creature. He fears being emasculated and as well as being alone. Now he fears deeply that his chosen bride, his perfect Waylon will reject him or try to leave him.

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Likes: Eddie is fond of anything mid century or classic. He likes vintage music and clothing as well as anything related to the idealized family model of the 50's. He seems to enjoy sewing and artistic pursuits (though some are less than savory). More than anything he adores his bride who is the apple of his eye, as he he might say.

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Dislikes: Eddie dislikes not being in a place of power. He despises feeling helpless or over-powered and not having his way in general. Rejection brings forth irrational responses from him. Eddie avoids being alone when possible namely not to be left his thoughts. Great darkness lurks in his mind and his behavior deteriorates rapidly the more time he spends alone.

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Bio: Eddie's childhood shaped the man he became. He was sexually abused by both his father and his uncle all while watching his mother do nothing to protect him. He was expected to maintain a veil of perfection and did just that until all at once he broke. Following many struggles with attempting to understand his sexuality (he despised men for what his father and uncle did to him and yet hated women for his mother's lack of protection and her weakness)and pressured further by family to pursue marriage, he began his pursuit of the perfect bride. None of the women he sought kindled feeling in him and one after the other he slew those who displeased him. His anger grew sloppy and soon he found himself in the hands of the law, facing multiple convictions and a possible death sentence.


Before he could be killed he was deemed insane and ordered to be placed in a high security mental institution. A privately owned asylum, one Mount Massive, was deemed to be acceptable.


Inside Mount Massive Eddie's true torment began. He had little problems with other inmates due to his stature and intimidating personality. Before the place went to true hell he spent most of his time in the vocational ward, sewing and fantasizing about his perfect bride, one that would attract him body and soul unlike his many others.


That was interrupted when he was chosen for the Engine. Seeing what it did to people and the helpless feeling brought him back to being drug away by his father and uncle and he fought tooth and nail to not be subjected. Drugs and orderlies won out but not before Eddie glimpsed his beloved through the glass and issued a plea for help.


None came. Eddie's mind and face were ravaged by the Engine. When the rioting broke out the mad man took his revenge again and again, killing inmates and orderlies and doctors alike. Returning to his comfortable place in the workshop he picked up his search for a bride and was not satisfied until his beloved Waylon came to him.
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Writing Sample[Write as the character you will be playing in Mount Massive, at least two paragraphs and detailed]:


There was nothing in this world more beautiful than feminine submission. Waylon was the most fetching he'd ever been as he lay still, entrapped in the iron circle of Eddie's arms. He pressed his scarred cheek to his bride's


and tenderly flicked his tongue out to clean his face of blood and tears. So soft, and lovely. Eddie could not think of a higher calling than to hold his bride in his arms. The Man Downstairs had finally found his beloved and he would never, ever let him go.


He shifted on their wedding bed and pressed another kiss to Waylon's pale, perspiring cheek. "Don't worry my love. Don't you worry at all. I know you're nervous but you need'nt fear a thing. You could never disappoint me and I'm sure we'll be able to please each other as man and wife should." He smiled, strange eyes glinting in the dim of the room. Fires still burned somewhere on the campus, casting a hellish orange glow through the windows. To make love by fire light, The Groom could think of nothing sweeter.


"You know, I think I fell in love the first time I saw you." It was a bad memory, save for Waylon's smooth face watching him through the glass. There was something he was unaccustomed to in his eyes, a look he could not forget even after being strapped into the engine immediately afterward. Sympathy, pity, love. Eddie knew in that moment and again when his sweet lover descended the stairs like Scarlet O'hara, waiting to be kissed and kissed well, that he was truly, truly in love. So much was he enamored that he looked past certain...flaws in his lover's appearance. In fact, he found Waylon rather coquettish, lewd in the most seductive of ways. Truly, that was love. And of course Waylon felt the same way.


Their courtship was a true pursuit as it should be. He chased and Waylon ran and he chased again. And here he was now, in his arms. Their love would not be compromised. And that warmed Eddie's heart. "Don't worry Mrs. Gluskin, you don't have to be alone ever again." A final, chaste kiss to his beloved's forehead. There would be no more need for chastity after this night.
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[SayGoodKnight]

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Name: Rork Mayfair


Age: 24


Gender: Male


Sexuality: Questionable


Hair color/Style: Rork’s hair is a dark chocolate brown and falls prettily around his chin. While working at Mount Massive he wore it in a small bun at the base of his neck for safety purposes. However it is becoming increasingly unkempt as time goes on.


Eye color: A now considerably blood shot hazel


Height: 6’2”


Weight: 175lbs


Body type: Rork is tall and adorned with tightly corded muscle. Most people would say he’s an attractive young man with smooth olive skin adorned only with dark tattoos. He’s much quicker than he is strong but escape and avoidance is easily as useful as brute strength in the new Mount Massive.


Morphogenic Engine Patient? No


Murkoff Worker? Rork previously worked as a handyman around the aging asylum. He had minimal contact with patients and mostly kept to himself, keeping to the gardens or fixing leaks or whatever else needed to be done.


Occupation within Murkoff/Number of months or years working there: 6 months as a handyman


Personality: Rork makes a point to mind his own business. Quiet and thoughtful, he prefers wearing headphones to eavesdropping and never inserts himself into situations. If he needs something he asks, if someone tells him to do something he does it. His life is easier that way and for a man like Rork easy will always be superior. When not working he can be pretty charming, in a broody sort of way. He’s got a lot of depth to him and has a soulful way about him that attracts plenty of attention. He’s a sweet guy to be certain but his past has left a certain sharpness to him that comes out when he’s stressed or tired. He’s sharp tongued when he chooses to be more often shuts down and turns a cold shoulder to whoever upsets him. In the wild environment of post-riot Mount Massive, Rork finds himself becoming wild with panic and coldly selfish in his desperation to keep his sanity and escape this madness.


Strengths: Rork has an excellent understanding of the mechanical aspects of the grounds. He knows the grounds like the back of his hand (with the exception of the sewers and the restricted areas but even then he’s has access at certain times to places he’d otherwise never be allowed in order to fix air conditioners or water coolers. He’s good at finding hiding places and has a better chance of escaping dangerous situations most of the time. Having even a basic understanding of some of the supernatural world also benefits him marginally though he’s not particularly aware of the Walrider. His physical fitness overall is useful in keeping him alive.


Flaws: Rork bolts when he’s panicked. Often time with little thought as to where he’ll end up he runs head on, often into worse trouble than he originally found himself in. He’s not great at communicating or talking through crisis situations. At this point in all the madness of the asylum his looks, like Waylon’s and Miles’, are working against him. He's increasingly emotionally unstable as well.


Fears: For one, ending up like the patients of the asylum. The madness seems a palpable thing that is ever closer much like Walrider itself. The intelligent patients frighten him greatly as well. The ones like Gluskin and Trager, he’d do anything to stay out of their clutches.


Likes: He used to like studying the occult but this whole experience has soured that. He also used to like horror movies but again. Grunge or dark music, animals of any kind, kissing just about anyone or anywhere, running, cheap greasy food, and sketching in his free time.


Dislikes: Pressure, fire, wide open spaces, awkward conversations, bad smells, feeling judged, not having a directive.


Bio: Rork was born in Jackson, Mississippi to an extremely religious family. Oppressive and severe, his parents ensured that their son didn’t develop a healthy sense of identity outside of their supervision. He wanted to pursue art, they wanted him doing business. He wanted to date a girl of a different ethnicity, they weren’t having it. So he did what any teenager in that situation might, he ran away. He found himself in a small rural community trying to live like the communes of the 70s. Rork fell in love with the place, with the closeness, the acceptance. He felt at peace for the first time in his life.


But of course, things went wrong. He began to notice a certain possessiveness from the people of the community, one that reminded him of his parents. The more he looked around himself the more he wanted to leave. After two years of living in silence and wondering what went on behind closed doors, he was invited to a ceremony. The community was interested in the occult, very interested. They didn’t try to reach it with science but with blood and sex and what they thought was old magic.


Rork ran and never looked back. He attended a technical school for a year and half and then found his job at Mount Massive. He had no experience and the money they offered was incredible on top of providing room and board. For the first few months, he was happy. And then things began to get strange.


Writing Sample:


Rork couldn’t breathe. The stench was unbearable but he had no choice. He’d wedged himself behind one of the old fridges and found a bloated corpse there to share the small space with. Behind him the room was filled with shouts and the rambling of mad men. A group of them had chased him here and he’d had only a moment to think. He’d chosen to hide. He bit his bloodied lip to keep from gagging and forced himself not to look at the dead man beside him. Not to notice the flies.


Behind him screams erupted. They’d turned on of their own. He didn’t know if they were beating him or…or something else. He buried his head in his knees and covered his ears. They’d leave soon. They’d get bored and wander off. He’d slip out and find a better place to sleep. Back to the boiler room maybe.


The man was sobbing now and groaning though whether in pain or…something else Rork didn’t know. Or want to know. He buried his own soft cries in his dirtied jeans. His knees and palms were scraped and bloodied. His feet were a mess after he’d lost track of his shoes and he hadn’t slept well since the place went to hell. He had every right to cry. He hoped he’d be able to stop.


It took them two hours to wander off. Two hours of screaming and shouting. And there was nothing left at the end but the corpse of a security guard he recognized left on one of the tables. Rork slept behind the fridge with the dead man that night.
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Name: "My name is Richard Trager."

Age: "My age? Bit of a rude question. Eh, buddy? I should take a hand off for that. But. I don't need one right now. If you must know i'm 43."

Gender: "Can't you tell? I'm gonna keep my eye on you. You may need a new one. "

Sexuality: "Well now, Buddy, we're getting to the meat of it aren't we. At least take me out to dinner first. I have no real preference."

Hair color/Style: "Gray as intestines. Wanna see?"

Eye color: "Brown as the coffee me and Miles are gonna have. As soon as I find the quitter."

Height: "About 6'2. Too bad its not 6'9, huh buddy?"

Weight: "I can hardly remember anymore."

Body type(Muscular, slender, etc.):

"I suppose I have become quite a slender fellow."

Morphogenic Engine Patient?

"Oh heavens no."

Murkoff Worker?

"Yes I was an executive for Murkoff. But, I decided to become a surgeon. After all, its never too late."

Occupation within Murkoff/Number of months or years working there:

"Too many years to count, buddy."

Personality(At least five lines):

Trager is usually acting upper class and casually. He's upbeat and certainly friendly. That's how he gets you. Trager likes to make jokes and pal around. In truth, he's a disturbed man with an obsession with surgery and making money. Anyone who escapes or crosses him will experience his true mentally broken persona.

Strengths:

"I'm a surgeon. I can cut anyone open and remove any limb. I like to keep stock, so I can have a 'leg' up on the competition. After all you never know when a spleen might come in 'handy'."

Flaws:

"The only thing that matters in this world is making money. No matter if you are a man of God or a man of Science. At the end of the day, buddy. You still need to bring home money. That's it all comes down to in the end. If you don't believe that yet. I'll make you believe."

Fears:

"The only thing to fear is not making a profit."

Likes:

"I like the occasional two martini lunch. Maybe a nice Saturday morning meeting for coffee. The rare tea is also enjoyable."

Dislikes:

"I hate a quitter."

Bio(At least two paragraphs):

"I suppose it all started back during one of my golfing trips with Jeremy. At the time I was out of work and was taking a bit of a vacation. Anyway, he offered me a job here with Mount Massive as an executive worker. Which I, of course, accepted. But, that was never my true calling.


After some time, I left my job as an executive to perform my true passion. Surgery. I became an experimenting surgeon and had many 'eager' patients. My career went fabulously until one of my patients became 'uncooperative'. All I did was take a couple of fingers. He can live without them. That fucking quitter messed things up for me."

Writing Sample[Write as the character you will be playing in Mount Massive, at least two paragraphs and detailed]:

Trager stalked through the halls of his 'office' slowly. One of his 'patients' had refused 'treatment' and he couldn't have that. Trager saw something shift in the shadows ,out of the corner of his eye. He turned and quickly began to stride over.


"Don't run, buddy." Trager yelled as the man took off down the hall. "Don't you want to get a'head'."


Trager followed the man as he ran and knew that a dead end was coming up. He adjusted his monocle and pulled his shears from his side.


"Oh buddy. Look what you've done. Now I have to take you off at the knee." Trager said approaching the begging man. "Look at it this way, buddy. Now you can join the lollipop guild."


Trager finally moved in and the man's 'operation. His screams could be heard throughout the building.




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Character Image[Credit artwork if not your own]:

NOT MINE







Name:





Jared Hall







Age:





18







Gender:





Male







Sexuality:





Doesn't care honestly.







Hair color/Style:





Jared's hair is platinum blonde and messy never really being kept brushed or styled.







Eye color:





Hazel







Height:





5'5”







Weight:





Jared is underweight and malnourished only weighing about 123 pounds.







Body type(Muscular, slender, etc.):





Jared is a slender young man who looks like he's nothing but arms and legs even for someone as short as he is.







Morphogenic Engine Patient?





Yes







Reason for admittance and your Diagnosis(Patients only):





Jared was admitted for eating people. And being extremely violent when pushed or prodded.







Murkoff Worker?





No







Occupation within Murkoff/Number of months or years working there:





N/A







Personality(At least five lines):





Jared is a preditor. He stalks, he hunts. He doesn't think people as people. He thinks them as food. This doesn't mean he won't speak to people. He is social but beware if he gets hungry. If you're close enough you'll be his next meal. He will work with others if he has to but again beware if he's hungry. He'll even eat rotting corpses.





Jared is fond of toying with the people around him finding it fun to do so. However, if he is forced to wear his mask he becomes very meek and nervous knowing that he is completely defenseless. With his mask on he is twitchy and claws at his face trying to remove the mask.







Strengths:





Jared is good at tricking people, getting people to trust him. This normally ends up with them either being eaten or having body parts bitten off. Fingers mostly.







Flaws:





Jared sometimes gets nervous or timid. Because of this Jared tends to jump at any sudden noise or movement.







Fears:





Jared fears not being able to find the key to the lock for his mask. He is terrified of the thought starving to death. Walrider is also something he fears.







Likes:





Jared enjoys tormenting those around him. Always claiming how he would eat someone or what someone would taste good with. Jared also enjoys eating. Especially people.







Dislikes:





His mask. Pure and simple he hates that horrid thing. With it he can't eat. He also dislikes being teased for his height.







Bio(At least two paragraphs):





Jared was born on March 9, 1993 in Tallahassee, Florida. He lived in an average house hold. He was an only child, his father worked days and came home at night. His mother stayed home and cooked. Just a normal house hold.





As the years went by he started to discover things about himself. Like how he started craving meat. Raw meat. Like that hamster that mom had. Or that bird that dad had. Or the rabbit he had found in the back yard. That rabbit had tasted extra tasty.





It was when he started going to high school that everything was going down hill for him. It had been okay at first. And he actually enjoyed learning. But there was always the time where he would get hungry...and there was that one girl that was being bullied by normal people. Jared had decided that most people were not nice at all. His parents had taught him to give people a chance. Well some people didn't deserve chances.





He decided to stand up for the girl. He pushed at the jerks who were trying to hurt the girl and a fight started. Jared was doing okay but the bullies were doing better. As the fight progressed the more dirty Jared played until he finally bit one of the bullies hard enough to tear away flesh and blood.





The kid screamed clutching at his arm. Jared was surprised. His blood and flesh tasted much better than any of the animals he had eaten. So much better he began to crave it. Jared didn't stop there though. He jumped the kid ripping him apart with his hands and teeth until he was forcefully pulled away.





It was because of that day that his parents decided to have him tested, to see what was wrong with him. Many tests later it was apparent that he needed very special help. And so they sent him to Mount Massive Asylum where they hoped to cure his mind.





Once at the asylum he was forced to wear his mask when he attacked a guard viciously ripping him apart. He was thrown into solitude for a few weeks until he calmed down but ever since he attacked that guard he was forced to wear the mask whenever he left his cell.





Now that the asylum has been taken over by the patients, Jared has made it his goal to locate the key to his mask so he would finally be free.







Writing Sample[Write as the character you will be playing in Mount Massive, at least two paragraphs and detailed]:





Jared was getting frustrated. They had put this mask on him again and for what? Just so he could get out of his cell? Feh, stupid. It wasn't his fault that that guard had pushed him too much. He grumbled as he pulled at the metal mask that covered the lower part of his face. It was not going to move.





“Man...All I want to do is eat someone. How bad is that honestly? People get hungry...” he whined as he walked down the blood stained hall his hand running along the dripping and corroding wall nearby. As he rounded the corner he saw something he didn't want to see. An angry mob and it was coming at him. Shit! Turning the teen ran back the way he came hearing the yelling as the mob chased after him.





Where was an air vent when you needed one? Fear clenched the boys throat making breathing hard as he ran almost blindly through the dark halls just hearing yelling from behind him. A hand grabbed the back of his shirt pulling him back, back into that horrid mob. Why were they going after him anyway? He was like them! He was a patient! “Stop it!” he yelled fighting back. He had to get out of this. He had to.





Realizing they were not going to let him go he did the only thing he could. He fought harder. He used his long nails and his bare feet to swipe and kick at the offending mob. He succeeded in attacking some making them let him go. Before they could respond he bolted. If this was a cartoon there would have been a dust cloud behind him.





He found an open room and ran in slamming the door shut behind him. Finding a locker he quickly went into it and slammed it shut hoping that they would forget about him and leave. “Just forget about me...” He hissed under his breath as he stared out of the holes in the door and waited.

 

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Character Image [Artwork Not My Own]:
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Name: Jeremy Blaire

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Age: 37

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Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Hair Color/Style: Jeremy has short, black hair that is greying at the temples, slicked back with copious amounts of hair gel. His hairline tapers to a point in the centre in a sharp Widow's Peak.
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Eye Color: Blue

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Height: 6'2" (188cm)

Weight: 176lbs (80kg)

Body Type: Athletic

Morphogenic Engine Patient? No
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Murkoff Worker? Yes


Occupation Within Murkoff/Number of Months or Years Working There: A high-ranking executive of the Murkoff Corporation; has been working with Murkoff long before they bought and reopened Mount Massive Asylum.

Personality: In some ways, Jeremy is more depraved and psychotic than those who have been incarcerated in the asylum and subjected to unspeakable horrors of varying kinds. He has no concern for what happens to the patients, so long as a steady flow of money travels directly into his bank account. One might even say that he takes delight seeing others suffer, and he no doubt takes the liberty of twisting the knife when he has someone in a rut.


When it suits him, he can be convincingly friendly to those he considers assets to reach his goals. But in the end, the only person he's looking out for is himself, and all that distinguishes him from the Variants is clarity of mind and an expensive suit.

Strengths: There was a time Jeremy had a league of armed security guards at his beck and call, but now all he has is his own wits and strength to push through the travesty that has befallen the asylum. He has the upper-body strength to be able to fend off most patients, of course with the exception of big guys like Chris Walker and Eddie Gluskin, but he is far more likely to put his high security access and knowledge of the asylum's layout to use to avoid encounters with patients altogether.


He's also well-acquainted with the profiles of the asylum's deadlier subjects, and coupling this knowledge with his cunning wiles, Jeremy has little trouble pitting his enemies against each other to take the heat off himself, or even just for the hell of it.

Flaws: As an executive staff member of the Murkoff Corporation, Jeremy practically has a target plastered to his back. Many patients at Mount Massive would be more than pleased to tear into him like hounds to a fresh slab of meat. He's not particularly graceful or quick, so he'd more than likely be quickly outrun were he to find himself being pursued.

Fears: With the likes of Waylon Park and Miles Upshur poking their noses where they don't belong, Jeremy has gone to great lengths to prevent the truth of Murkoff's experiments from getting out to the media. As such, one of his biggest fears is exposure, and the subsequent loss of a multi-million dollar fortune as well as his freedom. The patients hardly kept him on edge while they were on the right side of a set of bars or a one-way mirror, but now that the shields are down, he's more than a touch jumpy.
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Likes: Jeremy is a highly vain and materialistic individual, and above all other things, money and power are what he most desires. He enjoys being in a position to wax sarcastic in front of those he wrongs and can't do a damn thing about it. He also likes to spend his free time whisking up cocktails or hitting the greens for a game of golf, usually with some of his work friends in tow. That is, when most of them were alive.

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Dislikes: Jeremy isn't overly fond of people who try to get in the way of his job: namely, the media. He also hates the idea of rolling up his sleeves and having to do his own dirty work, not that that will stop him if necessary.

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Bio: Jeremy didn't have the most opportunistic starts in life as a child. He was the second youngest of five children, and his parents pushed themselves to the limit to provide for all of them. So as soon as he was old enough, Jeremy got a job and moved out.

Something Jeremy quickly began to realise was that no one got anywhere without treading on a few toes. There was nothing to be gained from humility and selflessness, and he certainly didn't want to wind up breaking his back to keep his family afloat like his parents. He learned to steel himself against his emotions and let his ambitions take hold, and soon he became relentless in pursuing his fortune, no matter whose back he had to stab.


His callous approach to his work earned him the attention of the Murkoff Corporation, and they offered him a job. At first, Jeremy was sceptical of working for a charitable organisation, but once he learned of the money-milking tycoon that belied its not-so-hostile surface, he realised he was a natural fit. It wasn't long before they put him in charge of running Mount Massive Asylum, overseeing the various experiments that were to be conducted within its grounds.

Writing Sample: “You're not going to leave me here, are you?” he said in a garbled voice, warmth filling his throat and spilling over his chin. It was getting bad. Pretty soon, he'd pass out from the blood loss, and even though he was sitting down, he felt light-headed already. But he couldn't let Waylon walk away. He just had to hold on long enough for him to get close…


Jeremy grit his teeth and lunged, and was met with a surprising lack of resistance. Waylon went down easily, falling beneath Jeremy's weight. Up close, Jeremy could see that the young technician was a mere wisp of his former self. His already-pale skin had grown paler still, and his eyes seemed to have sunk deeper into his head, or perhaps it was just that his cheeks looked more pronounced. Either way, Jeremy could tell he'd been through some things that would normally render a man crazy. Hell, maybe killing him would be a mercy.


Waylon's brittle hands trembled as they closed around his throat, trying to throw him off. Jeremy would have laughed if it didn't send crippling waves of pain through his midsection. “Oh, no you don't,” he said, brushing his hands away and pinning them down so he couldn't protect himself. His free hand reached for the knife that he kept tucked between his belt and his waistband.


Waylon didn't fight him. He merely stared back with a glassy look of defeat. Jeremy wished he would have said something, or at least averted that haunting gaze that seemed to implore him to do the deed. He felt like he was being coaxed into hell by the devil. And that was where he was sure to go, but Jeremy hoped that time would come later rather than sooner, and he sure as hell didn't want to wait for it while rotting on the inside of a jail cell.


“Sorry, buddy. It's either you or me. But from the look of things, I'm doing you a favour. Just think of all the medical bills and psychological disrepair you have to look forward to. It's better you just… let this happen.” And with that, Jeremy raised the knife.
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[Lilk2lu]

Case Number:


136


Name:




Chris Walker




Age:


36


Gender:


Male


Sexuality:


Bisexual


Hair color/style:


Chris, like most Variants, is completely bald. It is unknown what his original hair color was before he was admitted to Mount Massive Asylum.


Eye color:


Blue


Height:


6'8"


Weight:


330 pounds


Body type:


Chris is large muscular man, strong enough to lift a grown man in the air with one hand. He looks as if he may be fat and slow but don't trust that for a second. He's fast and terrifying.


Morphogenic Engine Patient:


Yes


Reason for admittance:


Chris was admitted for suffering from PTSD


Murkoff Worker:


No


Occupation within Murkoff / Number of months or years working there:


N/A


Personality


Chris is insanely obsessed with security protocol and will go on mass murderous treks just to do what's for


the greater good. Despite being an extremely violent and lumbering brute, Walker is somewhat calm, level-headed and truly wants to do good. He wants to prevent Walrider from getting a new host and getting to a local town. However, his unstable mental state and habit of ripping off and collecting heads proves he is acutely insane. He believes that by beheading everyone in the facility it will prevent Walrider from getting a host.


Strengths:


Not only is Chris strong he is also smart. Chris is as stubborn as a mule determined that no matter what he is going to complete his mission.


Flaws:


Chris thinks that he is still in the Afghanistan War. He believes that he has been given orders to do whatever is necessary to prevent the Walider from gaining a new host, even if this means beheading people.


He is also so large that he can't fit down narrow corridors, like the ones the patients like to make. Walker is allergic to cats.


Fears


Chris fears failing his mission he had received from his commander. It was one thing that he could not do if it is the last thing he did. He also fears never seeing his wife and daughter again.


Likes


Chris likes to collect the heads of the guards and patients he has killed. It's a little hobby of his. Chris also likes reading to his daughter especially The Three Little Pigs.


Bio:


Before going to Mount Massive, Chris was a loving father and a doting husband. He had everything he could ever want. A family, a home, a job. He couldn't ask for anything better. Sadly this happy life would not last.


Chris was deployed to the Afghanistan War, and that's when his life took a downward spiral. It was here that he was forced to take countless human lives. Chris wouldn't know it at the time but this would scar him for the rest of his life.

Once he was sent back home things started to change at the Walker household. He and his wife were slowly growing apart. But this wasn't the worst of it. He was starting to think he was back in Afghanistan. All the red and the gun powder and explosions and the screams and cries they were too much. This is what led to the day he attacked his wife.


Once Chris was aware enough of what he had done he immediately took her to the ER. His daughter was terrified of him and he was scared of what he was going to do next. He saw a doctor and found out that he was suffering from PTSD. And that he would benefit from seeing a doctor who specialized in that field. Agreeing that he needed help they sent him to Mount Massive Asylum.


It was here that his true torment would begin. They decided that he would be a perfect candidate for the Morphogenic Engine. Sadly this meant that they put him through treatments that made his PTSD much worse than it originally was. Eventually thanks to the Engine and treatments his illness became so severe his mind is trapped in a state of war.




Once the patients took over the asylum he had been giving his orders to do whatever was possible to stop the Walrider from getting a host.




Writing Sample:


Chris eyed the elevator. He knew where it led. He had been forced down there plenty of times sedated to the point of being mush as they dragged him from his cell and to the hell that was below. He had seen the soldier he had been following go down there. And as much as Chris didn't like it he would have to go down there to finish his mission. Orders came before anything else.


With a wet, heavy sigh he stepped into the elevator. Pressing the button that lead to the hell that made and perfected insanity was the last thing he wanted to do this evening. As the elevator reached the bottom he was met by bright white halls an blaring red lights. Something had happened. He couldn't let that stop him.


Heading down the blood soaked hall, climbing over barrels and containers that had been left aimlessly around in the panic he steady made his way deeper into the sterile halls. It was almost enough to make his skin crawl but still he continued on.


The giant was soon met with a pair of double doors and just as he was about to open them he was met with the very man he was searching for. Panic turned to fear as the young soldier realized just whst had happened. Chris reached forward grabbing the man by the throat he lifted him up.


"Don't worry, little pig, I'll make it quick." He told the young man as he tightened his grip before throwing him to the ground. He heard the loud crack as his skull hit the floor. This was it he had finally finished his mission.
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