One more before 2022! Tarman expy, but I hope you like him.
Name: Jack Piker Jr. aka Spoilspill, The Tarpit Walker
Date of Birth: April 20 Date of (Most Recent)Death: July 2, 1961
Occupation: Miner(Formally) Tournament Fighter: [] Yes [X] No
Class: Tar Slime(Poltergeist)
Motivation: House of Denial
Signature Type: Tar-man Lives - The tar that he died in has fused with his spirit, turning him into a walking tarpit. The substance making up his body has no discernable mass, able to shapeshift into any form using both the tar, bones, and other materials absorbed into his body.
Soul Anchor: Miner’s Helmet, providing the only source of light he can stand.
Damned Parts: His Original Bones, Helmet, Pipes
Appearance: Originally a Poltergeist that would constantly regurgitate tar as if he was drowned in it, eventually his ectoplasm fused with the tar converting him into a slime. He is often mistaken for a Skulker, but it should be noted that only 12% of the bones in his pitch-black mass actually belong to him.
Life story: Jack Piker Jr. was what many would call a “lazy son of a bitch.” Jack was a drunk, slob and all-around nuisance who would’ve likely died in some gutter by his own stupid decisions if not for his father. Jack Senior was a wealthy landowner, whose estate included several mines and acres. His Mining Company worked on his land and through nepotism, his workforce now included a reluctant Jack.
Lazy and fairly unhelpful, most of the blue collars let him sleep on the job just to keep him out of their hair. Hoping to get a bonus to pay back a gambling debt, Jack snitched on a Union meeting to his dad and got several men laid off. As revenge, they tricked him into entering an abandoned mine where he fell into a pre-dug hole and was left there. Unbeknownst to anyone, one of the fired workers returned before anyone could notify Jack being missing with several barrels of tar in tow. The pit was filled to the brim, and Jack(who fell on his ankle awkwardly beforehand) was helpless as he drowned.
Post-Death Story: When he was resurrected, Jack was content to simply be alive again. He awoke like he always did, hungover, and reacted as if nothing had happened. He even went back to work, still dripping in tar, to the shock of everyone. A few workers attempted to ward him off with their pick-axes and loose pipes and were subsequently sucked into the pools of tar he left behind. Jack reacted as if it was a mild nuisance, almost as if he was in a permanent state of intoxication.
The miner would eventually be boarded up when Jack took his scheduled nap, and he would remain there for years breaking down into more tar. Oblivious as ever, he would continue his routine while absorbing the occasional rat or urban explorer. He is a mild threat, but it’s possible to snap him into action if you push him hard enough. Careful though, that tar is hard to escape.
