General idea, nothing about him personaly. Wrote it up cuz I can. It was written in a chat log, so I had to explain a song before I could explain him.



[No Spill Blood- by Oingo Boingo. I based off this] What is the law? No spill blood. WHAT is the law? NO spill blood. And who makes the rule? Someone else. I said who makes the rules! SOMEONE ELSE. And what happens if we break the law, what happens if the rules are unfair? We all know where we go, to the House of Pain.

And so, being easily able to obsess about somthing quickly I created a house of pain in my mind and gave it a main character Strechy. He doesn't really have a real name cuz he forgot it, and he is able to strechy out his arms and grab people. The House of Pain is like a jail that bad people go to if you 'spilt blood', it doesn't matter it you were convicted or not. The guards wear masks made out of skulls to hide their idenity from the people, who they tourter on a daily bases. The mask is so when they go in the real world someone wouldn't reconize them and call the cops.

Strechy is special and is allowed to take off his skull, mainly because he never goes outside, and mainly because he is given people that will spend their entire life in the jail. So it doesn't matter if they know what his face is.

Strechy isn't in charge of the place, he likes to take orders if they are from someone he respects. The house has an elder system-most elder, most power. People know if you spilt blood from looking into your soul through your eyes. Strechy (behind a semi-immortal in my mind) gets horns and razor-ish teeth in his skull to show rank