Hell on Earth: Roland Thompson

Character Chart
Character’s full name: Roland Andrew Thompson
Reason or meaning of name: "Fame of the land"
Character’s nickname: Rollo
Reason for nickname: short-form
Birth date: March 14th, 1863

Physical appearance
Age: dependant
How old does he/she appear: 28
Weight: 235bs
Height: 6'1"
Body build: Muscular with a little extra padding
Shape of face: oval
Eye color: deep green
Glasses or contacts: none
Skin tone: moderately tanned
Distinguishing marks: 3 claw scar across left cheek
Predominant features: wideset jaw, prominent brow.
Hair color: Auburn
Type of hair: lightly textured
Hairstyle: medium length (Think Sam Winchester, season 6)
Voice: rough, but soft spoken.
Favorite outfit: Black Cape coat, white double breasted shirt, wine-red waistcoat, wide brimmed cavalry hat
Jewelry or accessories: Two S&W Model 3 Revolvers; One nickel plated and one black


Personality
Good personality traits: Steadfast, Courageous,
Bad personality traits: Reckless, short-temper
Sense of humor: Average, but slightly dark
Character is most at ease when: Alone in nature
Priorities: Staying alive, not losing himself
Character’s soft spot: Children and animals
Greatest strength: Does well under pressure
Character’s darkest secret: The demon that has taken residence in his soul
Does anyone else know? Nobody above ground

Habits
Hobbies: Sketching
Plays the Bandola
Smokes cigarettes
Drinks when he can
Other drugs: Laudanum for pain and sleep
Extremely skilled at: Reading people
Extremely unskilled at: Opening up to them

Traits
Pessimistic
Introverted
Daredevil
Logical
methodical
Prefer working or relaxing? Relaxing, when he can
Confident in the moment, unsure when Alone with his thoughts
Animal lover


Relationships with others
Opinion of other people in general: People are flawed, but good overall
Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Often
Love interest(s): Puts up walls for everyone, but the right person could bring them down.
Roland was once no more than a normal teenager. He grew up on a farm with his family, spending his days tending to the animals and pulling weeds in the fields. One morning he awoke from his slumber, the sound of birdsong and roosters crows outside his bedroom window. He yawned sleepily and sat up in his bed. Stretching as he went he begrudgingly removed his pyjamas and slipped on his slacks, button-up, and his socks before proceeding downstairs. The smell of johnnycakes and sweet syrup wafted throughout the house. He greeted his mother, father, and little sister. They chatted over breakfast about what needed to be done around the home, and what had been happening in their lives lately, who they'd bumped into in town, the cost of animal feed, the typical mundane of the farming life. Roland often wished for more excitement in his life, but truthfully he enjoyed the quiet security.

Finishing breakfast he slipped on his boots, securing the buckle tightly before making his way outside. He stopped by the well where he had fitted an Archimedes screw for easily filling the large water troughs. Roland had always been inventive, constantly coming up with new devices to make life a little easier. He turned the device, and as the water began to flow he noticed something odd; the barn door was ajar, and yet the cattle were nowhere to be seen. Roland felt uneasy but decided it best to check it out for himself.

As he neared the doors he was hit hard with the strong sharp odour of Iron and copper; the smell of blood, But there was something else too.

"Sulphur?" Questioned Roland.

He was apprehensive, but collecting himself he opened the doors and was greeted with a grisly sight. The cattle had been slashed and torn apart, their viscera hanging from the rafters like some hellish tinsel streamers. Roland felt his breakfast attempting to escape, but he kept his composure the best that he could. He cried out for his Father, unsure what else to do.

"What is it, Roland? What are you screaming for?" Said Leopold
"What in the goddamn...what the hell happened here?"

Roland's mother and sister, Nora and Adriana, exited the front door to see what the commotion was, looking on in horror at the scene inside the barn. Suddenly, a deep voice emanated from behind Roland.

"So nice of you to bring the whole family, I was going to have fun hunting them down one by one but I Laud your efficiency, boy" A dark figure emerged from the shadows, a pale man that Roland recognized as their neighbour Karl Palmer who had gone missing while hunting about a week ago.
"K-Karl? You did this?" Roland eked out.
"Oh no of course not, I'm just using Karl's body in his absence. This vessel wears thin however, I'll need a replacement soon. But why all the exposition, you won't remember any of this when you're dead." The entity said as if it were some twisted joke.

The man lurched forward, faster than any Roland had ever seen. He struck Roland in the head with a branding iron, dropping it by his feet as Roland collapsed. Roland felt the concussion ring out in his skull. He couldn't muster the strength to lift a finger. he could only watch as the man approached Leopold, drawing an odd-looking dagger and plunging it into the aging farmer's heart. 3 other men emerged from the sides of the home, joining the first as they surrounded the two women.

"Take the girl." Said the man.

Nora protested, jumping in front of her daughter, where she was promptly cut down by one of the devil's henchmen.
Adriana let out a bloodcurdling cry, somewhere between a wail and a scream, before she was seized, bound, and thrown into a nearby wagon.
"Go quickly, Don't be seen. I'll catch up with you later"

Roland struggled, managing to make it to his feet.

"Aha, you're alive, are you? You're stronger than you look, boy. Perhaps I've found my next vessel after all."

The man grinned a toothy and unnatural smile. He began to run toward Roland, mouth opened wide as a thick black smoke burst forth from it.

"Sh*t!" Cried Roland, grabbing the branding iron that lay at his feet.

In a last-ditch, Roland mustered what strength he had left and swung the iron at the twisting and writhing mass of black, ethereal tentacles. Bright orange sparks of electricity danced across the rod as it passed through, disrupting it somewhat. As the mass reached Roland it entered his body, through his mouth and nose it reached his lungs, spreading and diffusing through every blood vessel and every nerve fiber. Roland blacked out.