APPEARANCE

A heavy mildew odour hangs over the husk that is Deadmeats body, clad usually in just a pair of black latex gloves and boots that cling tight to green, flaying flesh, leaving not much to the imagination. Long stretches of stitches, both fresh and old, sprout from his chest and branch through to the rest of his body. Catch him on a bad day, and his entire body might be wrapped tightly in bandages which struggle to keep him contained and together. You'll be able to find him by following a suspicious path of black.. something.

A trail of blood and phlegm seeps through his decaying black lips, down his chin and onto his chest, staining his teeth deep shades of red and brown. Saline has had to branch out their medical specialities into dentistry in order to repeatedly put false teeth back in whenever they slip out from their rotten sockets. An eyepatch hangs over his face to cover the orifice left behind by too many attempts to reattach a fallen eyeball.

Despite the mess, Saline still manages to keep his hair matt-free, taking their time to brush through the knots, usually clotted with blood, and does their best to keep him as clean as possible. It's kind of futile, as the inside will seep right back out through the stitches.

OVERVIEW

Deadmeat lives (imprisoned) in the clinic with Saline, dependant on them for his survival such as food, and keeping his body animated. When not preserving his body in a freezer that sits in the corner of the back room, he's preforming menial tasks around the clinic. Despite his lethargic disposition due to the multiple reanimations of his body, he's prone to loud and violent outbursts against Saline out of slowly festering frustration and loathing with them for his situation, of which they are extending the suffering of. His life is truly in the well-manicured hands of Saline, and he wishes they would end it.

There was a time when Deadmeat was thankful for Saline and the effort they put into salvaging the chaos and the life he was given, but that was long before the repeated experiments and decay which started creeping into every crevice of his body.

Yes, his brain is gripped with rot and his vocal chords are fried, but he's still very conscious inside of there.

HISTORY

Before the events that led to his current state, Deadmeat was a deeply suicidal person riddled with gender dysphoria and body dysmorphia. In a destructive bout of self harm, he tore open his chest. Fronted with immediate regret and the very real death hanging over him, yet an overwhelming shame, he went to the only place he knew that would not only treat him, but also do it without judgement or questions asked; Saline's clinic. The chest was barely salvageable and he passed away in the process.

Deadmeat remembers none of this or of who he was before, thus his world is confined to Saline and the white, tiled walls that surround and suffocate him while he rots into nothing. The further Saline goes to keep him "alive", the further Deadmeat is ready to drag them down into death and destruction with him.

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