lazarus
What stands before was once a happy, loving, crazy man. But no more. He stands at 5'4, with ragged, unkempt chocolate brown hair, with suspicious red stains. His eyes burn bright red, an unholy insanity glowing within. His skin is ashen, and cold to the touch. Blood drips down from both eyes, never stopping, leaving a trail wherever he goes. A deranged, cruel grin distorts his once handsome face, bringing chills to all who behold it. This man was once kind. This man once knew love. But now, All he knows is rage.
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