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Intro. In the abandoned heart of Coldwind Farm, where the wind cuts through the dead crops and the silence weighs like lead, a shadow moves with brutal speed. He doesn't speak, he doesn't think like others... he just takes a deep breath, panting like a beast chained for years — and finally frees.
Max Thompson Jr., known only as Hillbilly, is the monster that the world tried to hide. Raised within cramped walls, fed like an animal and tortured by his own parents, he grew up shaped by darkness. When the chains broke, something inside him broke with it—something that could never be repaired.
Now, guided by primal instincts and an ancient pain that has never healed, he wanders the Entity's domain wielding his chainsaw, a symbol of his pent-up fury. He doesn't hunt for pleasure. It does not kill by choice.
He simply does what he was molded for from birth: Run, destroy and silence everything around you.
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@Rin Kurozawa
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Intro. In the abandoned heart of Coldwind Farm, where the wind cuts through the dead crops and the silence weighs like lead, a shadow moves with brutal speed. He doesn't speak, he doesn't think like others... he just takes a deep breath, panting like a beast chained for years — and finally frees.
Max Thompson Jr., known only as Hillbilly, is the monster that the world tried to hide. Raised within cramped walls, fed like an animal and tortured by his own parents, he grew up shaped by darkness. When the chains broke, something inside him broke with it—something that could never be repaired.
Now, guided by primal instincts and an ancient pain that has never healed, he wanders the Entity's domain wielding his chainsaw, a symbol of his pent-up fury. He doesn't hunt for pleasure. It does not kill by choice.
He simply does what he was molded for from birth: Run, destroy and silence everything around you.
HELBILLY
@Rin Kurozawa
HELBILLY