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Infected Name: The Wretch
Human name: Connor Alexander Shaw
Age infected: 19
Weight: 100 lbs ((Underweight from malnutrition))
Height: 5'9''
POB: Bar Harbor, Maine. (Coastline)
DOB: Dec 3
Skin tone: very pale, has a grey/blue tint. (███ or ███)
Hair: Jet black
Eyes: Right: Bright green.//Left: Crimson
Appearance otherwise: Nails drilled through the inner side of his right arm, metal claws on his right hand, shoelaces stitching up a large cut down his left arm, and a dark red, bloody wound that never seems to go away on the palm of his hand. He has sharp, shark-like teeth, and a forked tongue (Split down the middle about an inch or so.) His left eye is stitched shut.
Piercings: Snake bites, septum piercing, 7 cartilage piercings on left ear, 4 on right, Right ear lobe pierced, both split sides of his tongue pierced.
Tattoos: fake stitches tattooed around his neck, stomach tattooed with the words "Love me", Spinal tattoo on back.
Clothing: Usually a pair of dark, torn up jeans, or skinny jeans that are torn at the knees. (Skinny jeans can be dark blue, but are preferably black). A white torn up T-shirt, spattered with blood. (Can also be a white tank top, or a baggy t-shirt. It just has to be something showing his arms.)
Story: When he was 5, he was a perfect child. His mother stayed home with him and home-schooled him, while his father worked to support the family. He spent plenty of time with his father, and despite the man working so much, got along with him, and loved him immensely, his father loving him back equally. When he turned 10, he still didn't act out any, but him and his father started to drift apart. His mother died from a stroke when he was 15, and he didn't have many friends. By age 17, Connor was doing things that he hoped would at least get him some attention from his father.. Dying his hair black, getting piercings and tattoos, splitting his tongue, nothing worked. When he turned 18, the infection was just beginning to affect the north coast of Maine, and over a couple months, it had already reached the south coast, and was beginning to go into New Hampshire. Connor's father came home one day, and actually paid attention to him, only to call him a wretched child, saying how he wished he had never been born, and that Connor's mother's death was his fault.. And many insults, that Connor would have never expected to hear out of his father's mouth.. That is, if he'd known he couldn't control it. Connor was attacked before he could respond, the inside of his left arm getting cut open, his now-infected father biting into the palm of his hand, and tearing newly grown claws into the boy's left eye socket. Connor had shoved his father off, and ran to his garage to hide, curling up next to the car, finding nails and stabbing them through the exposed skin next to the cut he had just got down his arm, and which was losing blood fast. after he made holes large enough, he strung his shoelace through them, stitching his arm shut, but not without pain, he screamed the whole time as he did it. He cleaned his eye out with alcohol, seeing as it was numb, and did the same with it, except with dark brown twine. He poured alcohol onto the outside of his eye to clean off the remaining blood, doing the same with his arm, and his hand, tying gauze around his bloody hand. He thought his father had cut open his other arm as well, because he was hallucinating. He used a nailgun, putting 6 nails through the interior of his other arm. He curled up beside his father's car, in a puddle of his own blood.. Which was already infected with the virus infecting everybody. When he woke up, he left the house, and after a couple weeks, on his 19th birthday, he was becoming more infected by the moment. By March 2nd, he was fully infected.
Weapons: metal claws that he bought when trying to gain his father's attention, sharpened teeth, [[and if the stitches come undone, his eye.]]
Personality: Quiet, keeps to himself, shy when around other infected, though he is somewhat kind-hearted. Can speak, but prefers not to. Usually is a daydreamer, which is why he stays inside buildings. However, he can be extremely vicious, and can tear his victims to shreds if need be.
His eye: If the stitches are torn out of his eye, it causes a great deal of pain, and he screams, louder than any witch, and he can even drown out the car alarms and such. This screaming gets the attention of the closest tank nearby, and causes them to run towards the noise. As the tank gets closer, the Wretch can merge it's mind with the tanks, and his red eye basically paints a target for who the tank can attack.
What he thinks of:
Infected: Tends to stay in a group of common infected, to avoid being spotted by survivors. He helps the newer infected with their hunting, until they know how to themselves. (By newer, I mean newly infected, and of younger age. less than 16.) Can get along with all the Special infected, except for Hunters and Spitters. He doesn't get along with hunters , and tends to stray away from them. He doesn't like the Spitters, because 1. He's gay and finds it repulsive when they love up on him ;D// 2. He can smell the acid, and, unlike other infected, the scent burns his nostrils.
Survivors: Usually can pass by unharmed, leaving them alone as long as they don't attack. If a survivor were to get close to him, he wouldn't mind, as long as they didn't have their weapon drawn.
Songs best suited for him:
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Your guardian angel
Jack's Mannequin - Dark Blue
Owl City - Meteor Shower

*(Wretch can mean:
•performs some wicked deed
•someone you feel sorry for)

Visual refs. (Hair,arms, etc.) //ref 1//ref 2//ref 3

Art received:
by Tehshi///by SarahFTW///by f u u z o o///by monstrous yeti//by SarahFTW//by cupid syndrome//by Russia-Kolkolkol

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