Difference between revisions of "Rorschach"

      That's what he is. A cockroach living off society.
After his durance things got strange for him. Some speculate in a way not all of him came back, or perhaps not all of him ever left. He's quiet, keeps to his own company and doesn't seem to mind that society sort of treats him as some dirty thing. I mean to be fair he was, and not the safest person to be around. Sometimes the best things you can do for others is just to stay away. The ever watchful and vigilant fringe.

† Not Much of a Talker - Apparently mute. Hears more than alright it seems.
† Scavenger - Need something that can't be found? Trying to hide? In a jam? Call..
† Moon Child? - Goes by the moniker 'Thief of Tears' for his work with the Moon Court.
† Wrong Side of Everything - No job, no voice, half sane, voided warranty.
† Graffiti - He will personalize everything... whether the city wants him to or not.
† The Madness - Mom was hospitalized on and off. They say it's hereditary. You a doctor?
† Monsters - They are very real, and he will listen to you.
† Watcher - It's inevitable, but the Bug will not hesitate when the dirty work need be done and things need to be evicted. Quickly.

• Mortal:

Is this guy still alive? Guess so. Were a narrator to describe him as 'unhealthy' it would be the understatement of the year. His skin is pallid, pasty, and covered in tattoos and occasional bruises. The violet circles under his eyes seem to pay homage to the heroin chic(tm) motif. The punk stands over six foot, black hair carelessly spiked more from neglect than true purpose. Rebellion might be a total accidental byproduct for him, really. Layers and layers of clothes mark him as a potential hobo or escapee from a Vandals concert. Proceed with caution...possibly Lysol. And check your pockets to make sure you have all of your belongings.

• Lost:

What... the shit? No really what the hell IS this?! To begin with peoples limbs shouldn't bend like that- in fact they should have bones. Something. Period. Some might call him Sluagh, or Shatterman; others might call him pallid, clammy, and frighteningly unnatural. At least his skin has a healthy glow...no it's just faintly glowing (okay irradiated), with runic sigils branded to his skin filling in with the shadows off the Moon's mantle.

Sure there are scary things in the world- scary things that have the decency to blink or even have eyes instead of darkened sockets that seem to have black pitch weep from the ducts with floating points of light for eyes. Scary things that have the dignity to stand up and smile with sharp teeth or a charming smirk or something other than a gash of a skeleton smile that haunts the Darkling's face. Shifting shadows of his mantle crawl around him like an inky miasma (also likely just as unsanitary as the rest of him). The bug has spiked black hair, when not hidden by a shroud hood and many many layers seem to sprout two very long hairs- no, antennae, from his head. Under the shroud are layers of clothes can be found knives, cans of spray paint, and occasional insects crawling.

Advice: Count your blessings, the cash in your wallet, and whatever of your nine lives you have and just avoid.

• Cardinal - You never fail to help me find direction.
• Ian - We meet again. Another time. Another place.