The Collector

Every individual was born differently. They vary in race, culture, and social status, while sharing one common trait, which is the poor perception of beauty.

Veiled by that inability, most of them walk the earth in a manner as mindless as it gets.

Stuart learned it as a child, and has deepened this belief over time.

He was blessed with a unusual biological feature, which allowed his left eye to visualize the life force coursing through human veins.

Stuart was adopted by his stepfather who worked as a researcher in the Institute of Ramboat. Like a young prodigy, he would often join his stepfather in relentless hours of reading. As he grew up, he developed great obsession with all those academic papers that seemed beyond comprehension of a teenager. It was not until he saw something extraodinary in one of his stepfather's experiments did he become aware of his unique vision.

He soon pieced this discovery with all those documented findings he read about earlier together. 'The essence pattern', a type of halo which was said to be seen on organic bodies, either dead or alive.

Stuart gradually finessed the vision throughout the years. He was able to not only see it, but also tell the slightest difference of shades. Some were dull and moldy, some were just downright hideous, and some with the flashiest palette could be considered the top-notch art.

Things could have gone along the peaceful way, if it wasn't for that day.

Stuart went out that day to restock lab supplies. Having checked all items on the to-buy list and returned, he was horror-struck to witness the scene of his stepfather bleeding out on the laboratory floor. When his stepfather took his last breath, Stuart saw that pattern thrived like an aurora in a starless night. The moment when life and death collided left Stuart petrified, for the poetic brilliance was like nothing people would ever imagined. He felt the grief, and how it was overcame by the thrill of being enlightened.

Stuart had his heart set on capturing those patterns from then on. As the Collector, he will gladly assign brutal deaths to others, in order for their patterns to intoxicatingly bloom.