[ Age ] 19
[ Height ] 172 cm | 5'8
[ Weight ] .. not too skinny?!
[ Medical Info ] Has unspecified allergies. And genetically identical clones,
three of which reside in Camp.
[ Dead. Or should I say dying? His body is perpetually rejecting an artificial lung. He'll probably start coughing up blood every other thread. Has a transplanted shoulder. ]
[ Eyes ] dark brown / red in clone maiming mode
[ Hair ] brown
[ Physical traits ] wears HUGE CLOTHES and tons of bling and his hair is almost always combed back. some really carelessly done stitching in the center of his chest, which will probably result in an ugly scar.
[ What's Okay To Mention Around Him/Her ] Anything! I reserve the right to grump and be bitter.
[ Abilities ] Is a pretty awesome pitcher! Was the baseball ace of his high school team. High pain tolerance. Also, shifts to superhuman strength and killing instincts when one of his clones has physical contact with him.
[ Notes for the Psychics ] Lots of frustration, bitterness and disappointment in society, to the point where he wonders what the Hell he was even born for. Pretty desperate.
[ Can I shapeshift/bodyswap - ] Anytime! But be sure to poke me beforehand.
[ -spit at/step on/etc? ] Contact me, but it'll probably be a-okay.
[ Maim/Murder/Death ] It's sort of his thing, but contact me anyway.
[ Cooking ] Junk food.