| “ | For the past 117 years I have had many rivals, political and law-enforcing. Throughout those 117 years, I outlived them all. Maybe it’s because I never was living anymore in the first place, or maybe it’s because I managed to gain so much underground popularity that... riots were started, and people were... killed. One thing is for certain, my friend: I’m never going away anytime soon. | „ |
| ~ Richard says to his current best friend Paul. |
Richard Mayweather, aka Mr. Thin, is an undead man well known in the criminal underworld for being one of the most prominent drug producers in the world. He died In the year 1903, but came back to life shortly after to carry out some activities. He travels the world(but mostly America) to sell his merchandise, and he plans on doing so for all eternity, and he has no problem with that.
Story[]
Richard was born in 1859 outside of State College, Pennsylvania. During the very early years of his life, The Civil War raged throughout the country, and for Richard, it hit way too close to home. Day and night his hometown was constantly raided by soldiers, with a casualty every week. Richard witnessed many of these casualties, and when the war was over, his personality was practically set in stone. As a teenager, he hated the world around him, including his own family. He viewed them as not “exciting” enough, and thus avoided them to the best he could. He was a genius, as well as a great speaker, so much so that his parents were convinced he would be an orator one day.
In 1886, Coca-Cola had begun to take ahold of the United States by storm, and Richard actually enjoyed its taste. By the time he became 30, he set out to Pittsburgh to look for a job, specifically involving Coca-Cola. What he found was that one of the many ingredients needed to make this great beverage was... cocaine, with which Pittsburgh had a huge conservatory for. He signed up regardless, and had no moral objections to what he was doing. After a while he became hooked on the scent of cocaine, and thus began to smuggle some of the leaves home with him for himself. At one point he had a realization: if he enjoyed this stuff so much, why not other people as well? He decided to make his own business in addition to the one he worked at now. He sold some leaves and powder on the outskirts of town and made a poor amount of money, but that didn’t bother Richard. So long as he had payment for his merchandise, there wouldn’t be reason to complain. By 1898 he had managed to make $2500 profit.
He eventually earned enough money to buy the conservatory as an expansion of his business. For the next five years he earned well over $5000 in profit, never once running afoul of the law, as sometimes even they would have a go at his merchandise. In 1903, however, an evolvement of medical science, mixed with a change of popular opinion, caused many cities to ban certain drugs, cocaine being one of them. Richard realized that his business would undoubtedly go under if he didn’t do something quick. His plan was to go completely off the radar until a big disaster happened, then slip out while it happens. His opportunity came quick: in the Winter of that year, a local steel mill had been threatening to strike in order for their demands at better working conditions to be met. When their bosses obviously refused, one of the workers caused an explosion using a lump of coal, a bit of gunpowder, and a cauldron of molten steel. The result was a blazing fire that spread throughout the area, heading towards the conservatory. Richard, realizing that he needed to act quick, took a sack full of coca leaves and headed to a nearby boathouse to escape the city. However, the fire managed to collapse the boathouse down, and Richard was promptly killed as a result.
Soon after the fire was put out, Pittsburgh reeled from its losses. Richard’s corpse, now skin and bones, had floated down the river and into the city of Knoxville, Tennessee. A stray dog saw it and started to scavenge on it when it’s hand fought back. Richard was very much dead, but he was still staying on this world for as long as he felt like, as a zombie. He scared away the dog and managed to hide out in a shack with nothing but skin, bones, and the still intact, but filthy, clothes on his back. From that moment on, the journey of Mr. Thin had begun.
He traveled the country, staying in small towns and picking up information about other drugs and bought samples of them as well. He had managed to make a modest profit once again, however the local politicians and sheriffs hated him. In fact, every town Mr. Thin has visited has always had a riot whenever he’s around, mainly because he gained many supporters through is orating skills. It wouldn’t be until 1918 that he would visit an actual city to sell his wares. In the city of Baltimore, he managed to make almost $10,000 profit from his actions, and because of its size and population, almost no one knew of him there aside from the criminal underworld. All across the country criminals knew of Mr. Thin and his “impossible riches.”
Not much is known about what happened after that point; there are large gaps in the timeline of the legend of Mr Thin. Here’s what people do know:
- 1943: The peak of World War II, in which American life is both stressful and miserable. Richard travels to Washington, DC to sell more drugs, and to also buy equipment with which to make drug production more easier.
- 1968: Inspired by the destructive use and effects of napalm in the Vietnam War, Richard decides to combine two drugs together to make one new, more powerful substance. The result is what he calls “Satanic Basil.”
- 1991: Richard travels to Russia to sell merchandise in an effort to “cheer up” those stinging from the USSR’s collapse. By the time he leaves in 2001, he’ll have gained international underground infamy.
- 2001: Richard hears of the War on Terror being declared back home and leaves Russia to once again “cheer up” more sour people.
- 2020: While in Miami, Richard comes across another drug dealer named Paul Serraville. Impressed by his boldness during anti-mask rallies, he considers Paul to be his first (best) friend in more than 100 years. Paul seems to think so too, and the two enter an alliance of sorts and part ways after a few weeks, keeping in touch and also helping each other out.
He is almost a millionaire and is still going. Richard has no plans of stopping anytime soon, and in fact plans on selling drugs for all eternity, all the while slowly decomposing.
Appearance[]
Mr. Thin is, well, thin. But he is also very tall and sickly-looking, with a pale face and a tired expression. In life he was seven feet tall and had short, greasy, black hair. These features have now withered away completely(except the height) today. While he still has his face, it is scarred and foul-smelling, as is the rest of his body. His torso is riddled with burn marks, stab wounds, and one impalement where his heart used to be. The wounds are so extensive that they reach to his arms and legs. His complete appearance is a startling sight, and Richard has since covered it up with the heaviest of protective clothing. His various articles of clothing he’s stolen in his first month as a zombie have been worn entirely for the last 117 years. He wears soccer cleats on his feet, and a snowsuit over the majority of his body. His hands are covered up with leather gloves, his mouth is covered with a gaiter, his eyes are covered with goggles, and his head is sometimes covered up with a bandana. He gives off an odor so strong that it makes his customers instantly sick. In the recent years he’s had to buy gas masks to ensure that they don’t suffer damaging effects from his smell. Yet despite this conspicuous description of him, no one ever seems to track him down - as soon as he’s done with a city for the time being, he’ll immediately be gone, making those that have seen him cower with fear, believing that someone made him mad, and that he’ll be back to cause trouble.
Personality[]
When Richard Mayweather was alive, he was extremely resentful towards everyone and everything around him. Being raised in a well-mannered and respected family, however, he hid it extremely well in public. Since early childhood he always had a habit of scrutinizing every detail, and would often bring it up with his parents or teachers with the first opportunity he got. Often these “complaints” he had about the smallest of things would end up with him giving long speeches towards a group of people, be it his friends or family. He was so good at addressing situations publicly that his family were convinced that he would become an orator in the near future. Richard, however, just said, “we shall see.”
Absolutely nothing has changed between then and now, even as a zombie. Mr. Thin still hates his customers, and cares only about his greed, and uses what many call his “genius” to stay out of trouble with the law. However, because nobody ever sees him leave a city after a period of time, this is met with skepticism. Mr. Thin sometimes wishes death upon certain people that actually manage to get on his nerves, for whatever reason. He has never attacked, or even killed anyone, but he has threatened them, both with knives and empty(but very graphic) death threats towards a person. Even with his best friend Paul, Mr. Thin hasn’t opened up about anything. So far as Paul knows, Richard sees him as another pawn in a far too complex chess game, and, quite honestly, he sees nothing wrong with it.
Facts[]
- Mr. Thin started collecting knives while in Russia in 1991. He has them displayed all throughout his shop - wherever he stays in a city - and customers are often alert when inside. The knives are used only for display, but he has sometimes used a few to set some people straight.
- The bigger the problem with drugs, the longer he stays. He has a huge underground presence in West Virginia because of this, and has considered making it his permanent home.
- While traveling, he often stays overnight in rural areas where the law is not too popular with the locals. When on the move, he’ll often be sighted in tall grasses alongside highways by many passersby.
- Richard is not one for holding his tongue. He’ll say whatever’s on his mind, including his thoughts about many of his customers, no matter how insulting he is.
Notable Quotes[]
- “Godspeed, you crazy idiots”-After hearing about the Allied Landings at Normandy being a success.
- “There’s something about war that makes a person really starved for fun. That’s why I promote it however I can!”-To one of his customers in 1969.
- “I think it’s my time to try expanding my business. After all, the Soviets- er, Russians, must be pretty upset right about now”-Telling another customer that he’s going to be out of the country for awhile.
- “Well, my friends, it’s been fun, but America needs me. Another war has just been declared. Do Svidaniya!”- Telling a crowd of Russians that he needs to get back to America.
- “You know something, Paul? We’re the same, sorta. We think only about ourselves. I think there’s a special place in Hell for people like us, at least from what I remember reading”-Richard telling Paul that he actually considers him a friend.