MALE CP OC CONCEPT DESIGN #2: The Hangman

Slightly odd story behind this one...

Besides the concept of my first possible new CP Eclipse, I made another one out of a whim.

My boyfriend showed me this song called 45 Minutes by Dark Lotus on his I-Pod. He then mentions that he really wanted to make a character or at least a design base off the song. Me? I did it

So instead of a demon, we have a vengeful Western ghost of a wrongly accused "murderer" of a sheriff. He hanged for 45 minutes before he died but came back as a ghost, his noose still around his neck. He could solidify at will and uses the noose around his neck (which he snapped back in place after he came back from the dead but sometimes comes loose) to snap the neck of victims. He's just malicious, not angel nor demon. A damned soul who wants revenge <'D

Eyes are black around the iris's to show that he's one of supernatural means.

He still bears the tight suffocating markings around his neck from the noose, bloody. He also has blood dripping down from his mouth and tear ducts due to his slow agonizing death of suffocation and struggling.

I love his design!

Theme song: (see above- 45 Minutes)

Enjoy!

Hangman (c) me


Edit:
Thank you ShackleSoul for writing an very well done origin story for him! Please check it out here!:
Creepypasta: The Hangman's OriginCreepypasta: The Hangman’s Origin
The year is 1887 and you are Will Jameson, a photographer for a fairly well-known New York paper. It is a well-paying and fairly secure position. Your current task is to venture into that dying side of America called the Old West, currently on the verge of collapse under the crushing weight of modernization. The rail systems appear to make the country seem smaller every time they are expanded. Fittingly enough, because that’s how you are travelling to the ghost town you are supposed to take pictures of anyhow, via said railway.
Your economy cab is empty, save for one other male passenger and yourself of course. The interior is dimly lit, and the roaring din of the thunderstorm outside doesn’t do much to help visibility. It just makes you all the more thankful for the oil lantern suspended from the ceiling, without which you would trip over your own feet if you got up. Not like the cramped, sparsely appointed cab would give you enough