Mitchell Scott-Maples

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Name ~

Mitchell Scott-Maples

A.K.A. 'Mitch' or 'Scott'


Age ~

27


Appearance ~

Hair: Mitchell has messy wisps of long blonde hair. His hair is very wild-looking.

Eyes: He has sharp yellowy green eyes that are constantly ablaze. A rim of light green is inbetween the yellowy green and white of his eye.

Height: Mitch is a mere 5 foot two inches tall, and very lithe. Bones can be seen through his skin here and there.

Clothes: He wears black skinny leg jeans and a greyish-white T-shirt that is torn in places. He doesn't usually wear anything on his feet because of the long talons that extend from his toes, one of the many things the virus within him did.


Behaviour ~

Mitchell Scott-Maples is a wild person (well, you could hardly call him a person)who doesn't seem to care about what happens to other people. The virus he holds makes him a mean (not green) fighting machine that loves to bite anyone who comes into range, just so that the virus can spread. He seems oblivious to what he is really doing, but that is because of the hold the virus has on him. Being the first to be afflicted with the disease, Mitch has had it for longer than anyone, and so forth it has a very large hold on him. His blood pumps with this virus, and so there is very little time when he isn't a blood thirsty creature.


History ~

Scott was a scientist for a drug company – second in command, in fact. He and his comrades, Desmond Mercer (first in command) and Brian Ledora (third in command), had made a drug that contained a terrible virus. Mitch was the first one to be afflicted with the virus, and soon he spread the virus all over New York – as well as giving his collogues to disease.

He had become an indestructible zombie. Any wounds he carried would be sealed in seconds, and blood loss was never a problem for him. He was wicked fast, and able to scale walls with his grippy fingers. Talons had appeared on his toes, and thorns sat in rows along his back. He had grow devilish horns, and was more lithe than ever before. Now he looked evil and wild, a big target for the military. Though, they could never harm him, and so he kept spreading the virus until one day.

That day was in 2005. A light appeared infront of him, and Mitchell was soon whisked off to Rapture, the city of destruction. The city that reflected himself – a wild death zone, unforgivable and merciless. It was a perfect match, but it would still prove difficult for the virus-filled creature.