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The Man
"The highest form of life is man, the lowest form of life is a man with a train set."

Name: Freddie Rhodes
(From Frederick to Frederica, naturally.)
Age: 29 (DoB: May 9th, 1977)
Nationality/Race: American/Caucasian
Originally From: Asheboro, NC
Gender: Male
Height: 6’0”
Build: Broad/Muscular
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Former Occupation: Feral Labs Guard

Appearance: Freddie’s really not at all good looking by any stretch, but since he thinks a hot body is all that really counts he’s also very muscular. Think of him as looking like Steve Buscemi if he had more hair and worked out a lot. Yes, it's that bad.

His brown hair is cut short, but just long enough so that he can use ridiculous amounts of hair gel to spike it up. His facial features appear to have been pieced together from throwaway parts- his nose is a little too big, there’s a gap between his two front teeth, and his eyes not only have bags under them but appear to bulge from their sockets. His left bicep is circled by a tattoo of barbed wire. On the right bicep is the classic heart and banner design that reads ‘Stepmother’.

Fighting Style: Punch until Unconscious. Alternately, “I saw Patrick Swayze do this in ‘Roadhouse’, it’s awesome.”

Notable Accomplishments: Banned for life from Asheboro Zoo and Hooters chain restaurants nationwide. Proud to have average score of 2.1 on hotornot.com. Winner of of 2001's 3rd annual 103.1 FM Hot Bod Competition, title later revoked for punching out DJ who presented the award.

Likes: Model train sets, James Bond movies, Motley Crue, Van Halen, weight lifting, flexing, Steven Segal movies, large breasts and magazines that feature them, grievious bodily harm (to anyone else).

Dislikes: Most people, rejection, losing, fat chicks, reading, the sight of his own face, grievious bodily harm (to himself).

Personality: Freddie is a jerk, a sadistic, chauvinistic, jerk. He’s that guy- the one who shouts insults (or catcalls) at people from across the street, the one who tries to harass every single animal at the zoo before he’s asked to leave. On the island, he’s known as one of the nameless, faceless guards who’s there to hold down unwilling subjects for their shots or generally threaten them. As with any bully, it all stems from mountains of low self-esteem, but anyone who points that out is likely to get hurt.

Psychology is for suckers, that’s Freddie’s philosophy (which is also for suckers). He’s violent, he’s loud, he’s crass, and his attitudes towards women belong somewhere in the 1930’s at the very latest. If he respects anyone it’s generally because they’re just as coarse as he is, and in those cases he’s always got their back. Freddie’s run with many a pack of smirking knuckleheads over the years, as only likeminded jerks could fully appreciate his grossly exaggerated stories of sexual conquest and asskickings. The sad truth behind those stories is that his idea of being romantic is getting a girl drunk before taking her to bed, and when it comes to fighting anyone who’s taken a self-defense class could easily take him down.

Freddie is painfully aware that his is a face only a mother could love, but at the same time he suffers from the delusion that flashing his guns and flexing is all he needs to melt any girl’s heart. By the same token, cheesy pick up lines are his idea of the height of seduction. His romantic conquests to date were only brought about with the aid of money up front or several rounds of beer, but that’s never stopped him for aiming way, way too high. He’s been slapped, he’s been kicked, he’s had at least 12 different kinds of mixed drinks thrown in his face, but he doesn’t let that discourage him. Sooner or later some hot chick’s gotta fall for him, but the only way to make sure that happens is to go after every one that gets within twenty feet. And if that girl is taken? Easy, verbally trash her man- like by pointing out he probably couldn't even bench his own weight- and surely she'll see the light.

Nothing gives Freddie more pleasure than picking on or beating others. He often makes grossly inaccurate assumptions about others within seconds of meeting them, and if they fall into any of the endless categories of people Freddie hates he sets himself against them. Poke anyone enough times and they’ll lash out. No matter how stupid and crass the insult is, pile enough of them up over so many encounters and something’s going to give. Freddie lives for making [insert any derogatory term that springs to mind] lose their cool. But heaven forbid anyone outsmart him verbally or best him in a fight, that’s just unthinkable! Freddie has to be the one that comes out on top, the one with power over the helpless loser, the one laughing… Because he sure as hell isn’t a helpless, ugly, inadequate loser. No way, no how. The more he successfully knocks others down, the less he has to get anywhere near facing the sad truth about himself- that he’s all of those things with a cherry on top.

Hobbies: Working out takes up a lot of time, as does collecting porn, but Freddie's real love is model train sets. He always wanted one as a kid, but with his dad he was lucky he got so much as food and clothes. Once he reached adulthood and had the benefit of a steady paycheck he was finally able to get a set like he always wanted. The process goes something like this: After constructing the tracks he painstakingly constructs the scenery and people that will go around it, until at last his has a cute little miniature depot filled with people. Then, after running the trains for so long, he stages a terrible disaster that typically requires a fire extinquisher to put out. Finally he sweeps the board clean, orders new models, and starts the process all over again.

History: Freddie’s wasn’t a very happy childhood. He grew up in North Carolina with his father, who was a mechanic. His mother loved him, but not enough to keep from walking out before he was old enough to have more than a few vague, happy memories. When he was 10 his father married a buxom blonde named Kristi, who coincidentally was half the man’s age. Kristi was also a dancer, but Freddie didn’t learn exactly what that meant until he was thirteen. Around that same time he realized that the only reason Kristi stayed with Daddy was because he bought her nice things, which explained a lot about why the presents he got for birthdays and Christmas sucked so much. He was never beaten, at least not at home, but being ignored was bad enough.

Up until he hit puberty Freddie was a scrawny, very awkward boy. Mix that with his funny looks and you had a prime target for schoolyard bullies. Then one magical summer puberty hit and he shot up several inches and suddenly went from scrawny to imposing. When he returned to school that year he found the kids who used to pick on him seemed downright tiny all of the sudden. For the first time in his life he experienced a feeling of power, and from the first taste he was hooked. By the time he ended up on the school football team he was as bad a bully as the ones who used to pick on him.

After graduation Freddie was set adrift. High school was, after all, the best time of his life. He tried to join the army, but after his psychological evaluation that idea fell through. He briefly considered boxing, but that would mean being evenly matched, so instead he became a prison guard. He learned quite a few tricks of the trade while working in a New Jersey state correctional facility, one of them being that it was very important to never leave marks on a person. His brutalizing the prisoners was never detected, or at least if it was he was never punished for it, but even so Freddie began to grow restless with the work. That, and he was afraid some of the intimates would make good with their threats of getting their buddies on the outside after him. The Feral Labs job seemed like the perfect windfall. Not only did he get to work on a tropical island, but he got to carry a gun as well, which was miles above the stupid baton he was stuck with for so many years. Even better, the captives he worked with were far removed from the families and friends who might come after him. Hell, their families and friends thought they were dead. He didn't read the contract very thoroughly before he signed, so the clause about not even employees leaving the island was something he learned about later.

Reason for coming to the island? Punishment for sexual harassment. The truth about what went on there initially shook Freddie, but since he was above the freaks it didn’t bother him too much. He was a loyal employee, one all-too eager to knock any unruly experiments back in line. The problem was the place was bone dry when it came to (human!) girls with low standards, and thanks to his contract there was no hope of returning home for some action. Freddie, naturally, got a little restless and started looking at whatever was available. The majority of female lab techs, as he saw it, were all either too crazy or frumpy to bother with, but Dr. Lockhearrt... Now there was a woman.

Words like engagement meant nothing to Freddie, because any woman should feel happy to be with him regardless of whether or not she was taken. Besides that, the gossip around the labs made his chances seem that much better- hell, she went for the octofreak, didn't she? It was inevitable that one day he’d go for it- make the wrong move, say the wrong things, pinch the wrong a**- and damn himself. It never occurred to him that there could be any worse punishment than dismissal, much less that messing with Moreau’s woman could get him transferred from armed employee to helpless test subject. The exact reason for this could possible involve more than just butt-pinching, but only time will tell.

What makes this concept? I think Jersey cows are the cutest breed of cow, and have thought so ever since seeing ‘City Slickers’. Isn’t that enough? But seriously, they’re also bred for their genial temperament (the females, at least), which would help kill-off that violent aspect of Freddie’s personality. What makes this fun, besides taking a buff male bully and turning him into a fat female cow, is the effect the transformation will have on him. All the humiliation, combined with the change in hormones, could be just what Freddie needs to become a better person… A better person with udders. In the meantime, he's gonna cause his fellow "freaks" a lot of grief... and suffer more because of it. All the more fun. :3

A small, honey-brown breed of dairy cattle, the Jersey is renowned for the high butterfat content of its milk, as well as a genial disposition.

Characteristics
The Jersey cow is quite small, ranging from only 800 to 1200 pounds (360 to 540 kg), but by some measures it produces more milk per unit of body weight than any other breed, and has the highest feed-to-milk conversion efficiency of any dairy breed. Bulls are also small, ranging from 1200 to 1800 pounds (540 to 820 kg), and are notoriously aggressive.

Due to the small size, curious docile character and attractive features of the Jersey cow, small herds were imported into England by aristocratic landowners as props for aesthetic landscapes. Among famous owners of Jersey cows was Prince Felix Yussupov who bought a cow in Jersey to add to his collection of exotic pets.

History of the breed
As its name implies, the Jersey was bred on the British Channel Island of Jersey. It apparently descended from cattle stock brought over from the nearby Norman mainland, and was first recorded as a separate breed around 1700. Since 1789, imports of foreign cattle into Jersey have been forbidden by law to maintain the purity of the breed, although exports of cattle and semen have been an important economic resource for the island. The restriction on the import of cattle was initially introduced in 1789 to prevent a collapse in the export price. The United Kingdom levied no import duty on cattle imported from Jersey. Cattle were being shipped from France to Jersey and then being shipped onward to England to circumvent the tariff on French cattle. The increase in the supply of cattle, sometimes of inferior quality, was bringing the price down and damaging the reputation of Jersey cattle. The import ban stabilised the price and enabled a more scientifically controlled programme of breeding to be undertaken.

Sir John Le Couteur studied selective breeding and became a Fellow of the Royal Society - his work led to the establishment of the Royal Jersey Agricultural and Horticultural Society in 1833. At that time, the breed displayed greater variation than it does today with white, dark brown and mulberry beasts. However, since the honey-brown cows sold best the breed was developed accordingly. In 1860 1,138 cows were exported via England, the average price being £16 per head. By 1910 over a thousand head were exported annually to the United States alone.

Famous Jersey Cattle
Brown Bessie, the famous champion butter cow of the Chicago World's Fair dairy test, averaged over 40 pounds (18 kg) of milk a day for five months, and made 3 pounds (1.3 kg) of butter a day several times.

Reference - Balleine's History of Jersey, Marguerite Syvret and Joan Stevens (199 cool

Information Source: Wikipedia

More Information

Jersey Cattle
http://www.ansi.okstate.edu/breeds/cattle/jersey/

General Cattle Information
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattle
http://www.pauls.com.au/information/information.cfm?/section/3/subsection/27/

Art by Rabid Jigglypuff. XD

Also reserved.

Reserved again.

13 is enough.

Thanks!

And yeah, as far as martial arts goes I had a feeling Freddie might run into that problem a lot.