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This is not the full version. If someone asks I'll put the full version up. Probably can't see Redd's brows, but I didn't feel like a background. Suggest one?

Blood is white now so its not graphic, not that I'd mature it anyway were it red, I'm not so conservative as that.
Fingers in the eyes is brutal.

And I must thank you ~JadedIguana for your help, for there was much of it. Couldn't do without you, srsly. You're an inspiration.

The following is the story of Blu, changes may be made in the future.
If you would rather see his story in comic form and do not wish for spoilers, turn back now.

In a town small enough for everyone to know your name in the foresty middle of no-where, a man drags himself down the street into town. From a glance he had obviously traveled a great way. Blatantly exhausted, his walk was more the act of falling and catching himself. Dress'd head to toe in blue clothes beaten and worn, soft to a touch reminiscent of scraping a knife's edge several times across fabric. Shuffling down main street, he drew eyes from behind every window he passed by, yet no one came out after him to inquire of his tired state. Until, that is, he passed the malt shop and caught the eye of the waitress Sharon Teiger. Captivated, she wandered outside after him.

Hearing her footseps behind him he paused at the corner for her to catch up, falling against the brick on his shoulder to rest. Hers were the first words he'd heard spoken kindly if at all in a long time: "Sir, do you need help?"

He turned weakly to look at her and felt every ache on the way over and Sharon was stunned by the stranger's face. Sad and long, dark circles almost cut underneath fading blue eyes with a shine of life to them, partially obscured by a mist of unkempt straight hair that spread itself out and down. The waitress fought back tears looking at this poor man run ragged, the glint in his eye a hope against all the sorrow that had engrained into the rest of his character and almost the air around him. It didn't even hit her for a few seconds that his face and hair matched his eyes; everything about this man was blue.

Sharon searched for her voice and something further to say in vain for the brief moment before the stranger collapsed in front of her straight down. She tried her best to catch him, only managing to change his course. He landed hard in her lap accompanied by the snap of the pencil in the front pocket of Sharon's work apron.

The townsfolk took him in and restored him to physical health. Through conversation he was found him to be gentle, generally chipper, kind, and quite insane. His affliction was peculiar, he showed no sign of delusion for he suffered none nor aggression, displayed no odd ticks or habits, strange attractions or fears, all that was off was his logic. He function'd perfectly well, all his decisions being in proper order, nothing off except his reasoning. None of his motivations made sense. His past remain'd a mystery; whenever it came up he wouldn't speak of it, not even why he came to town initially. Due to his palour, they nicknamed him Blu as he offered no name of his own, leaving off the E at the end because of his "something missing", a name, a past, and a screw.

After recovering his strength, Blu supported himself however he could offer. Versatile and sporting an unusual strength, someone always had a job for Blu. After a time it was found out that he had sufficient knowledge for fill in as a substitute teacher at the school, curiously having the knowledge of subjects enough to carry on a lesson for however long was necessary, even if he didn't lend himself well to subjects that require certain explaination. He got along splendidly with children, being of childish nature himself.

The newly welcomed stranger became a regular part of the town and lived happily, even going so far as to aquire a house, until a certain cynical visitor came to town.

A man from more urban setting, stopping only for cheap gas and coffee, came to hear about Blu with interest. Too used to his own sheltered world widthdrawn from difference, he was apalled to hear of a nut running around town and nearly lost his head at hearing of his interaction with children.

A remarkably short while after he left town, an asylum dispatched a collection party for Blu. The treated him as a danger to every living thing, more animal than human, his abduction was brutal. Beginning in his lawn he was torn away from a dear friend, one of the neighborhood children. Before he knew what was happening he was suddenly nursing impact to the shoulder, pushed away from his friend backwards onto his porch. Nimble in standing again, he dashed into his house before taking a second blow from a rod to the back of the leg. On the ground again, he rolled into his livingroom before the wire loop could close around his neck. In the calamity that ensued, wrecking Blu's house, the his strength got away from him in his desperation to remain free and fend off his attackers until he was finally felled by a blow to the head disbalancing him and the subsequent beating before being bound head to toe and thrown in the back of the truck. Five men of the team were killed.

In the asylum Blu was subject to study and experimentation. His captors found themselves just. Prolonged testing could not yeild an existing classification for his "mental disease" and his strength went unexplain'd. It was found through prolonged suspension that he was completely unaffected by any damaging effects of being inverted, no matter the period of time. Experimental drugs and treatments were tested on him for their effect. Endevours were even made into electroshock treatment. Almost never released from a full-body binding wrap, his hope diminished as the "therapy" continued.

He was also subject to revenge beating from orderlies, which went ignored by the staff or written off as self-inflicted, further justifying his bindings in the minds of the staff. This treatment continued at length until he cracked. Conditions drove him off the edge into a deeper madness, developing another identity for his misfortune to happen to so he could remain a quasi-sane person at least some of the time. The intensity of the massacre that marked his escape was unanticipated by the staff. Cameras and surviving witnesses saw a man covered, literally covered, in blood flee from the grounds at a harrowing pace.

Upon returning to a proper state of mind, if such can be said for him, Blu realized some of the circumstances of his escape, primarily the fact that he was red. Having some form of a concept of what had happened to him and those holding him, he made his way towards his new home town for essentials, planning in some way never to return afterwards.

Again in his own home and having cleand himself up, Sharon Teiger confronted him before he left again. Of all the townspeople, she was the one who missed him most dearly. Now crying, she confessed her long held love for the broken man. How he would always send her way a big toothy smile, his speratic covering of any of her tab at the shop and a tendancy to overtip. He had always been polite, courteous, caring to her, and while her current life in town was far better than her old homelife, he remain'd the one who was the nicest to her.

He stroked her hair with a hand trembling as she was as she cried into his now-worn shirt, but his gaze lay in the stars. Deep down, what he was feeling the most was fear. No longer able to be certain by any length if he could trust his own senses he moved gingerly at all times now, afraid of hurting someone he might not know to be there, and especially now. He tried to muster a smile but looked more nervous than anything.

She understood that he had to leave and wished for everything that she could go with him. He didn't want to leave her alone, but couldn't risk his other side's actions. He departed for parts unknown, saying goodbye for now, not forever, but like hell if he knew the accuracy of that.

He found one single place to be where a blu skinned man wouldn't be unreasonable: a circus. Becoming a clown to hide from those seeking him, he found himself trap'd there as well, the workers knowing who he was and what he had done. At least his treatment was better than at the asylum.

That is where we leave our story for now. His future uncertain, his past even more. The Unfortunate Mr Blu.

Both depicted characters are © me, don't even bother trying to steal them.

Description
This is not the full version. If someone asks I'll put the full version up. Probably can't see Redd's brows, but I didn't feel like a background. Suggest one?

Blood is white now so its not graphic, not that I'd mature it anyway were it red, I'm not so conservative as that.
Fingers in the eyes is brutal.

And I must thank you ~JadedIguana for your help, for there was much of it. Couldn't do without you, srsly. You're an inspiration.

The following is the story of Blu, changes may be made in the future.
If you would rather see his story in comic form and do not wish for spoilers, turn back now.

In a town small enough for everyone to know your name in the foresty middle of no-where, a man drags himself down the street into town. From a glance he had obviously traveled a great way. Blatantly exhausted, his walk was more the act of falling and catching himself. Dress'd head to toe in blue clothes beaten and worn, soft to a touch reminiscent of scraping a knife's edge several times across fabric. Shuffling down main street, he drew eyes from behind every window he passed by, yet no one came out after him to inquire of his tired state. Until, that is, he passed the malt shop and caught the eye of the waitress Sharon Teiger. Captivated, she wandered outside after him.

Hearing her footseps behind him he paused at the corner for her to catch up, falling against the brick on his shoulder to rest. Hers were the first words he'd heard spoken kindly if at all in a long time: "Sir, do you need help?"

He turned weakly to look at her and felt every ache on the way over and Sharon was stunned by the stranger's face. Sad and long, dark circles almost cut underneath fading blue eyes with a shine of life to them, partially obscured by a mist of unkempt straight hair that spread itself out and down. The waitress fought back tears looking at this poor man run ragged, the glint in his eye a hope against all the sorrow that had engrained into the rest of his character and almost the air around him. It didn't even hit her for a few seconds that his face and hair matched his eyes; everything about this man was blue.

Sharon searched for her voice and something further to say in vain for the brief moment before the stranger collapsed in front of her straight down. She tried her best to catch him, only managing to change his course. He landed hard in her lap accompanied by the snap of the pencil in the front pocket of Sharon's work apron.

The townsfolk took him in and restored him to physical health. Through conversation he was found him to be gentle, generally chipper, kind, and quite insane. His affliction was peculiar, he showed no sign of delusion for he suffered none nor aggression, displayed no odd ticks or habits, strange attractions or fears, all that was off was his logic. He function'd perfectly well, all his decisions being in proper order, nothing off except his reasoning. None of his motivations made sense. His past remain'd a mystery; whenever it came up he wouldn't speak of it, not even why he came to town initially. Due to his palour, they nicknamed him Blu as he offered no name of his own, leaving off the E at the end because of his "something missing", a name, a past, and a screw.

After recovering his strength, Blu supported himself however he could offer. Versatile and sporting an unusual strength, someone always had a job for Blu. After a time it was found out that he had sufficient knowledge for fill in as a substitute teacher at the school, curiously having the knowledge of subjects enough to carry on a lesson for however long was necessary, even if he didn't lend himself well to subjects that require certain explaination. He got along splendidly with children, being of childish nature himself.

The newly welcomed stranger became a regular part of the town and lived happily, even going so far as to aquire a house, until a certain cynical visitor came to town.

A man from more urban setting, stopping only for cheap gas and coffee, came to hear about Blu with interest. Too used to his own sheltered world widthdrawn from difference, he was apalled to hear of a nut running around town and nearly lost his head at hearing of his interaction with children.

A remarkably short while after he left town, an asylum dispatched a collection party for Blu. The treated him as a danger to every living thing, more animal than human, his abduction was brutal. Beginning in his lawn he was torn away from a dear friend, one of the neighborhood children. Before he knew what was happening he was suddenly nursing impact to the shoulder, pushed away from his friend backwards onto his porch. Nimble in standing again, he dashed into his house before taking a second blow from a rod to the back of the leg. On the ground again, he rolled into his livingroom before the wire loop could close around his neck. In the calamity that ensued, wrecking Blu's house, the his strength got away from him in his desperation to remain free and fend off his attackers until he was finally felled by a blow to the head disbalancing him and the subsequent beating before being bound head to toe and thrown in the back of the truck. Five men of the team were killed.

In the asylum Blu was subject to study and experimentation. His captors found themselves just. Prolonged testing could not yeild an existing classification for his "mental disease" and his strength went unexplain'd. It was found through prolonged suspension that he was completely unaffected by any damaging effects of being inverted, no matter the period of time. Experimental drugs and treatments were tested on him for their effect. Endevours were even made into electroshock treatment. Almost never released from a full-body binding wrap, his hope diminished as the "therapy" continued.

He was also subject to revenge beating from orderlies, which went ignored by the staff or written off as self-inflicted, further justifying his bindings in the minds of the staff. This treatment continued at length until he cracked. Conditions drove him off the edge into a deeper madness, developing another identity for his misfortune to happen to so he could remain a quasi-sane person at least some of the time. The intensity of the massacre that marked his escape was unanticipated by the staff. Cameras and surviving witnesses saw a man covered, literally covered, in blood flee from the grounds at a harrowing pace.

Upon returning to a proper state of mind, if such can be said for him, Blu realized some of the circumstances of his escape, primarily the fact that he was red. Having some form of a concept of what had happened to him and those holding him, he made his way towards his new home town for essentials, planning in some way never to return afterwards.

Again in his own home and having cleand himself up, Sharon Teiger confronted him before he left again. Of all the townspeople, she was the one who missed him most dearly. Now crying, she confessed her long held love for the broken man. How he would always send her way a big toothy smile, his speratic covering of any of her tab at the shop and a tendancy to overtip. He had always been polite, courteous, caring to her, and while her current life in town was far better than her old homelife, he remain'd the one who was the nicest to her.

He stroked her hair with a hand trembling as she was as she cried into his now-worn shirt, but his gaze lay in the stars. Deep down, what he was feeling the most was fear. No longer able to be certain by any length if he could trust his own senses he moved gingerly at all times now, afraid of hurting someone he might not know to be there, and especially now. He tried to muster a smile but looked more nervous than anything.

She understood that he had to leave and wished for everything that she could go with him. He didn't want to leave her alone, but couldn't risk his other side's actions. He departed for parts unknown, saying goodbye for now, not forever, but like hell if he knew the accuracy of that.

He found one single place to be where a blu skinned man wouldn't be unreasonable: a circus. Becoming a clown to hide from those seeking him, he found himself trap'd there as well, the workers knowing who he was and what he had done. At least his treatment was better than at the asylum.

That is where we leave our story for now. His future uncertain, his past even more. The Unfortunate Mr Blu.

Both depicted characters are © me, don't even bother trying to steal them.