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Height: 7 Feet
Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Bio: The body that laid on the operating table was one of a giant; 7 feet and 300 pounds. His proportions were strange and unnatural with outstretched limbs and monstrous hands. It smelled of rot and fire. The body’s skin and clothes were burned and torched except for the mask, which was eerily untouched and clean. The doctor who looked down on the body was disgusted by the sight of it; such evil had coursed through those veins.

The doctor cut into the body’s chest and removed it’s blackened lungs. The lungs weren’t discolored from the fire, every one of his organs and muscles were black. The blood didn’t pour out, it had dried up long ago. The smell of the body after it was cut open was even worse; like old roadkill and sulfur.

As far as the doctor was concerned he was not performing an autopsy on a man. Before him was only a shape; a shape of flesh and dried up violence. The doctor felt no empathy for the shape, like he did cutting into anyone else. With the knowledge of the things this shape had done, the doctor felt only contempt for the shape.

After the cutting had finished and the body was sewn back together, the doctor looked down at the shape. That goddamn mask. How had it stayed so clean? So untarnished and untouched by the blazing hospital’s flames? He reached for the mask and pulled it; it didn’t move. He pulled it again, this time with much more force. It still didn’t budge.

The doctor reeled back one last time to remove the latex covering, but as he began to pull a large hand gripped his arm with a force so strong that it broke the bones. The doctor screamed as he was thrown to the ground by the shape on the table. The shape was up in a moment and was already gripping the doctor’s shoulders before he knew was on the ground. The shape smashed the doctor’s face into the wall and dropped his limp body on the ground.

The shape surveyed the hospital room. It looked past the doctor’s gore and went straight for the scalpel on the floor. He then went straight for the exit.
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Not much to say really this time at all. It's the stab man. I'll try to make the next one more interesting.

Description

Height: 7 Feet
Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Bio: The body that laid on the operating table was one of a giant; 7 feet and 300 pounds. His proportions were strange and unnatural with outstretched limbs and monstrous hands. It smelled of rot and fire. The body’s skin and clothes were burned and torched except for the mask, which was eerily untouched and clean. The doctor who looked down on the body was disgusted by the sight of it; such evil had coursed through those veins.

The doctor cut into the body’s chest and removed it’s blackened lungs. The lungs weren’t discolored from the fire, every one of his organs and muscles were black. The blood didn’t pour out, it had dried up long ago. The smell of the body after it was cut open was even worse; like old roadkill and sulfur.

As far as the doctor was concerned he was not performing an autopsy on a man. Before him was only a shape; a shape of flesh and dried up violence. The doctor felt no empathy for the shape, like he did cutting into anyone else. With the knowledge of the things this shape had done, the doctor felt only contempt for the shape.

After the cutting had finished and the body was sewn back together, the doctor looked down at the shape. That goddamn mask. How had it stayed so clean? So untarnished and untouched by the blazing hospital’s flames? He reached for the mask and pulled it; it didn’t move. He pulled it again, this time with much more force. It still didn’t budge.

The doctor reeled back one last time to remove the latex covering, but as he began to pull a large hand gripped his arm with a force so strong that it broke the bones. The doctor screamed as he was thrown to the ground by the shape on the table. The shape was up in a moment and was already gripping the doctor’s shoulders before he knew was on the ground. The shape smashed the doctor’s face into the wall and dropped his limp body on the ground.

The shape surveyed the hospital room. It looked past the doctor’s gore and went straight for the scalpel on the floor. He then went straight for the exit.
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Not much to say really this time at all. It's the stab man. I'll try to make the next one more interesting.