UltimateBrohan has been hooked and eliminated! He was...
JI-WOON HAK, SOLO QUEUE Harmless Eye Candy
You are the Trickster - a toned South Korean pop star with glowing yellow contacts and an open jacket to match their color. You are one of the least deformed Killers to enter the Fog, chosen by the Entity to become so when you attempted to impress your Producer, proving you still had an ear for music - even if you made it by sampling the screams of your victims and former band members. K-pop, am I right?
You were armed with a bunch of trick throwing knives that - for some reason - sound like small bits of breaking glass upon impact with your targets. When those fail, you have a bladed aluminum baseball bat that makes electronic noises when you swing it. You run slower than most Killers due to your usual range advantage, and so have a difficult time catching up with Survivors. Unfortunately, you appear to have run out of knives.
Harmless:
WHERE ARE THE KNIVES? WHERE ARE ALL THE LOCKERS TO RESTOCK? WHY IS RUNNING DIFFICULT?
Eye Candy:
You are all show, no go; despite your knife tricks, pop artist background, and "thirst trap" physique, you are not in the greatest of physical shape for a Killer, and survivors can hear and see you coming from a mile away, even with your usual ranged weapon advantage. Which you don't have. For all intents and purposes, you are functionally a (good-looking, yet blood-spattered) Vanilla and possess no other special abilities.
He was also...
YUN-JIN LEE, SOLO QUEUE Self-Centered
You are a fashionable music producer, stage name "Magnum Opus," and are well-accustomed to the standard cutthroat business world of K-Pop. You were not, however, expecting to sign up for the whole "talent I found becoming a serial killer who gets off on mixing the sound of screaming into his solo work after his bandmates were killed in a fire" thing. That's just hearsay, of course, and you're in denial while harboring a (true) suspicion about it - If the record label ever found out you were covering for Ji-Woon adding murder to his music, your career would be over.
You wound up in the Fog when most of your colleagues from your record label, Mightee One, were killed at Ji-Woon's hands after they tried to cut him free from a string of less successful recorded albums. Ji-Woon thought he was doing you a favor in slaying them in front of you. You wanted to see him suffer for what he did. If the Fog didn't close in on both of you at that point, you likely COULD have killed him and been twisted into one of the Entity's Killers. Instead; as it stands, you and Ji-Woon have one of the closest Survivor-Killer relationships out of most anyone else trapped within - but you're still looking out for number one - yourself.
Self-Centered:
Despite your interesting fashion sense, your sense of self-preservation has been one of the guiding principles of your life, and you survive your trials through misdirection and sacrifice of your allies. Once per night, you may choose to take an action to hide behind another living player, and targeted actions directed at you that night will instead affect your target. You will not be notified if any action is redirected in this way, and you are not obligated to use this ability. Beware, hiding behind a Killer will give away your identity to them; if you hide behind a Killer a second time, you will die.
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The night passes fitfully, and with an eerie silence everyone becomes their odd-day form again. No discussion occurred, and as the end of the seventh day drew forth, the three remaining Survivors contorted on the ground, quite dead.
IGCD has been endgamed! He was...
DWIGHT FAIRFIELD, SOLO QUEUE Cowardly
One of the earliest mainstays in the Entity's Realm, you are Dwight Fairfield - a constantly-on-edge ridiculously average guy. Seriously, by default you look like a stunt double from Revenge of the Nerds wearing a crappy superstore middle manager uniform. Given you weren't particularly gifted in the physical, mental, or financial sense when the Fog took you, all of the versions of you across the planes are completely unremarkable, even when you go out of your way to dress in biker neons or pizza delivery outfits.
Cowardly
: You have never applied yourself in anything before entering the Fog, and given you are the default Survivor on startup, newer players are drawn to using you. As such, while your Host does not have exact estimates, you've only got average odds of survival, and it's presumed that you are one of the most sacrificed Survivors in the myriad realms the Entity controls. You have no special abilities other than your survival instinct and your vote.
And also, IGCD was...
THE DREDGE, SOLO QUEUE Horse-faced Eldritch Being
Back in the 1960s, a man named Otto Stamper rose to the ranks of leader of an island of like-minded individuals. Otto and his retinue urged the folks to purge themselves of any thoughts of darkness and live in an idyllic state of perpetual joy - only slightly marred by an occasional disappearance of one of the spiritual few. Dark thoughts began to manifest as rumors of "the Druanee," a concept the cultists believe was the cause of their sorrow and disappearances. This was not helped by Otto stepping in to "banish" those displaying the dark thoughts (more than likely torturting and murdering them to speed along disappearances.)
Eventually a journalist was dispatched to the island, and Otto decried her in front of his entire congregation as a villain and the source of all "malthought." The journalist shot back accusations of murder and abduction, and Otto responded by slitting her throat, then trying to calm his congregation while turning them against each other, claiming the journalist had allies amongst the cult (and make no mistake, it was a cult.) The crowd turned on each other, accusing one another of malthought, and a slaughter began. Otto watched with detached interest as the previously joyful fold died to the last, and you began to manifest - the fabled Druanee, a being of flesh and shadow made from the carnage and the combined dark thoughts of the Ottomarians. You "ate" the bloody mess all over, adding the corpses to your shadowy mass and leaving Otto untouched, then slunk back into the darkness of the Fog from whence you came.
Horse-faced:
In the Entity's realm, an undead horse named Maurice was a mainstay of the carnival inexplicably located next to the Crotus Prenn Asylum. He vanished one day, and the playerbase rebelled. Eventually Maurice reappeared there, but you have also incorporated him into your visage. (Hey, anything's better than the turkey/vagina neck.)
Eldritch Being:
While you were most recently summoned to Earth by Otto's engineered slaughter of his congregation, it's speculated that you are but a fragment of the Fog itself given form. Being a mobile part of the Entity's realm allows you to detect nearby players at night while you're at your strongest - you will be notified of the identity of any player visiting you, but not their actions or what they did.
(Feel free to post, there's a lot incoming.)