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His name is Cicero and he's a marketing analyst and part-time photographer for a small independent fashion label. The firm goes under HARD with bankruptcy and he is kinda forced to find something fast to keep living at his place. The sad thing is the owners kinda took off with everyones last pays so he has to come up with something FAST or be thrown out.
So one of the film contacts he had through the firm, contacts him about doing a private little gravure shoot of him as the model. He's tall and thin and elegant, (he's very turberculin chic but I cant draw it well...)
And so he does it and so he shows up at this warehouse where they have a bed set up and a whole tonne of lights, (which doesn't weird him out because they would do shoots at abandoned places all the time before for edgy fasions)
and so he kinda gets undressed and is super shy about it. Unbeknownst to him, its a snuff film shoot sans the sexual aspect. The contact had lured him there to kill him on camera to sell to some rich pals to make his investment in the firm back.
And he finds out he's a mutant in the most unfortunate way, his legs are cut off and then his arms and then lastly his head, and he wakes up later in a garbage bag in a dumpster behind the warehouse and jumps out and runs into a field as the sun is coming up FREAKING OUT thinking what just happened was real. He peaks inside the warehouse and finds that the blood has been (rather poorly) pressure washed from the ground and the bloody bed is a burnt husk in the corner and while he looks for his wallet and clothes in the dumpster he freaks out again when he finds an arm, and it freaks him out not only because its...well...an arm, but its wearing his watch and it has his ring on one of its fingers where he always wears it
He compares scars and marks with the limb and concludes that they must be his and then for the 18th time freaks out because little strands of flesh keep like, trying to cling to his skin from the original arm and so he tosses the thing, dresses, and books it and goes home.
Over the next few months he kind of feels changes in himself, and over the coming months he kind of gradually finds out he can lengthen, change, and completely remove and re-attatche or re-grow limbs entirely and graft them to different parts of his body.
So he'll do a series of tests on himself where, he makes his torso longer for really exaggerated fashion shots or he'll extend his neck just so its just ever so slightly below the creepy mark. And then makes his fingers long and elegant before just full-on going into like, silent hill meets vogue fashion shoots.
He then takes some photos of his creations and releases them to a shitty fashion blog site he always lurks on before shutting the laptop and being like 'Well, time to just get on with life then, I need to find a job again" and then comes back to it a few days later and his work has just BLOWN UP in popularity
And he sort of becomes a massive icon in avante-gard fashion photography and is kind of a horrific, sad monster man who really likes the concept of Silent hill monsters in very wild french fasions.
His Fashion-icon name is Severo, because he can sever his limbs bc im ever so creative.
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