#crp lore

overall lore- basically 'skinwalkers' in my kinda story are a type of sub human, ones that had evolved to live in caves or darker spaces rather then up in the sun, they are while not as techically advanced as humans, they are just as if not smarter then humans even w 'animalistic' instinkt, this is further shown in the timeline (17-18 cent) when ppl started to build on/over cavesystems in the US, blowing up areas to flatten out the land opening up and drawing out these thing from the caves, how they got the name tho was from how they take the skin of those who stray to close to them, many generations of 'skinwalkers' taking the idetities of large familys to blend in and adapt to the start of this new way of living

how they look- well besides from whatever skin they are wearing, under all that they do look like a vary grotesk skinned person, i atchally got hevily inspired by vita carnis mimics by darian quilloy on YT!!

john doe lore- john had had many faces like the others, but always craved more, they wated to truly be human, so they waited, watching every person that walked in and out of its woods, to many came in groups, to many would see it for what it truly was, so it waited for when finally one would walk alone into its home, and one day they were reworded for there pashents, watching as a person walked alone, a hiker that didnt listen to the towns ppls warning about what watched in the dark when the hiker had strayed deep enough, it took there face, there identity, there body and made its own cracking its limbs to fit in the skin, and feel the muskle arund its own, stitching the cuts closed then cleaning themself, they were going to keep this face, live in it, not just play as whoever it was, they were going to make it thereown, this face was now itsown they walked out, testing the waters by smiling to those who passed, and they smiled back,

they learned the speach of locals taking anothers voice as its own, taking anothers manorisms as its own, but it was missing something, a name, it never new what to call itself, katty? matheu? alexander? there were to many and yet it was the most important thing to a person, more then a voice, more then a face it thought and thought for days, untill one made itself known, a radio spoke lowly, talking of the seen it had left weeks prior, the trees still stained in blood, bones and organs left to be swarmed by maggets "john doe" it called the body that had been clamed unknowingly, the body it walked in, john doe, a name they threw when they coulent give the identity ot the missing persob, but now was the final touch to its identity finally it had a name, finally it was human.

this is buns lowkey kms

lowkey bro still fucks around in the woods n shit cus as you can see his face started rotting n shit and there WAY to attatched to the body to let it go and well normal ppl dont exactally have rotting faces normaly so yahhh also sometimes eats ppl fun i know also dose NOT fuck w tall pale and faceless, thinks hes a bum and smells and kinda adopted(?) [newly named] damage when he was 12 after finding him in the woods, lore thing on him soon dw