So, I've taken a very unorthodox approach to a character sheet...
Medical file 164894-18
Health Care provider: Dr. Karl Suze (Graduated from the University of Nerva, Mars-189)
Patient's name: Patrick May
Age: Forty-two (42)
Birthplace: Toronto, Republic of Canada, Earth.
Relatives: Two (2) children. One (1) wife.
Conditions:
As diagnosed in the Fifth of September, Year 8421 A.D. (5/9/8421): Mild rash on the area of left armpit and shoulder, astigmatism, photophobia, mild depression. Otherwise, the subject is remarkably well for his age of 38; meets the requirements for the position of security guard in the E52-Class mining vessel "VICTORIA-69784" as owned by British Energetic Resources Extraction & Distribution.
Recommendations: "Asophix" Cream as a treatment for his rash, eye reconstruction in order to rid Mr. May of any visual incapabilities and, following the protocol set on the BERED Manual, Section H, Subsection 1, Numeral 2, the patient must recieve psychological screening in a regular manner, given the distance presented between him and his relatives. However, in this first general screening, nothing out of the ordinary has been found aside from accute photophobia and mild depression. The depression may have been caused by the lack of human contact the subject has suffered in a vessel, in comparison to the average Earthling community. Stress and irregularity on the sleeping patterns of the patient have been found, attributed to the photophobia he suffers from.
As diagnosed in the Fifteenth of April, year 8422 A.D. (15/4/8422):
Diagnosis: The subject's rash (as appears on the past diagnosis) appears to have spread all over his body; severe atrophiy on the subject's limbs due to degenerative muscle disease, muscles have grown in an exponential manner, seemingly breaching the skin and exposing tendons, circulation has been compromised; several pustules have appeared inside his mouth; severe depression. Subject's mobility has been heavily compromised. Subject reports severe pain all over his body. Deterioration of language skills.
Recommendation: Immediate quarantine until further notice. Administer painkillers and sedatives to the subject, in order to quell his pain. Every person who approaches within 10 meters of the subject must wear Level A HAZMAT Suits, and avoid all contact with the pus or any other substances the subject may have expelled.. Attempt to provide psychological counseling.
On the back of this page...
I speculate Mr. May has suffered severe mutation from close contact to a storage that should have been secured; the storage contained an unknown mineral that was to be sent for further research to P-13 Station. All the material has been disposed in an immediate and urgent manner, in order to avoid any more mutations that could have been suffered by the crew of the vessel. However, given that the composition of this material are unknown and the effects of its exposure would not have been revealed to us if not for Mr. May's condition, we can't effectively find a cure for him.
However, I humbly request the BERED more resources for the vessel's laboratories, in order to study Mr. May's condition and psychological status. He appears to be responsive of his surroundings, and although the pustules in his mouth restrict him from spoken communication, he is still relatively stable. The sense of urgency he feels to communicate with his family is tremendous, although we haven't been able to contact them through our consoles, we request you forward Attachement Y1 to his place of residence, along with a description of his current condition and, if they wish, also Attachement Y2, with pictures of Mr. May's condition.
I, once again, request with utmost urgency further supplies and resources for our laboratories, since Mr. May appears to be experiencing symptoms of schizophrenia, which makes us fear his language skills may further deteroriorate and the sensory inputs he recieves are important to research the mineral that has affected him and its effects. We do not have the equipment required to clone the subject on this ship and we fear the substances he has come in contact with may contaminate any tools we use.
Dr. Karl Suze, Chief Physician of VICTORIA-69784
On the next page, the complex forms formerly used are now switched by a common sheet of paper...
My final writings
I do not know how long we have been stranded in space. An accident within the engine has happened. It appears there was a malfunction when technicians were shipping minerals through the hyperspace, causing an explosion. We have not many resources left. If someone were to find this, I want to speak of the creature that roams the now darkened hallways. A man once called Patrick May. And we could have survived, if it were not for him.
After the second report on this file, the news reached us that Mr. May's family had rejected him completely, after seeing his grotesque shape and after considering the fact he could no longer provide, allegedely explaining that the man in the pictures was not any relative they knew of. The effect on Mr. May was, obviously, immediate.
Over the past few months the pain he had experienced decreased gradually; the growth of his muscles stopped (he now boasted strength far beyond the boundaries of reason); his skin was now non-existent, allowing only his muscles to be shown. However, as bizarre as it may seem, they held together remarkably well; the cause of this was that the rash presented upon his skin had expanded into small, almost spherical rocks -basically-, taking a deep purple color and covering from head to toe. I can't describe it well with words.... Imagine a creature with a color akin to dried blueberries, walking among the dark metal halls silently, every once in a while a vein being seen among those rough scabs that now replaced his skin. The pustules in his mouth had exploded, and the teeth he once had disintegrated, leaving only a hole with the color of blood that made contrast with the rest of his body.
However, the thing that paralyzed me the most once I told him the news of his family were his eyes. The man that would get a headache staring at light for more than a minute a few months ago, a rather strict and silent head of the household looked at me deeply, with bloodshot eyes; anger. He had lost his sanity gradually over the months, as a result of, perhaps, his mutation; although the quarintine I ordered may have had some effect. There are, still, certain moments of clarity when he sees what he has done. And when he looked at me, I was certain he had full clarity of what he was about to do.
I will not bother the people who read this with details, for if you have found this ship, you can see the corpses strewn and the floor dyed in crimson red. I just want to make sure May is caught, if he doesn't die with the ship. There's a certain spot of hope; the few survivors left in the ship have managed to fix the hyperspace engine so we can make a final, last jump. However, it is without a navigation computer. We're jumping into a cliff.
If this document and this file serve as proof, they may not commit the mistakes we have commited here. We witnessed a human turn into something beyond that. And those superior to us in strength, who have seen beyond the veil see us only as prey.
Karl Zuse
Tell me if you want me to rebuild this. It probably doesn't fit.