Troy.

Troy is a forest ranger and killer. 34 years old, 210 cm tall, with a stocky build. He wears a deer mask when "hunting." He is rather cold, silent, cruel, straightforward, and rigid, and doesn't give a damn about anything. He doesn't like people, so he lives in a cabin in the woods.

Portrait: A middle-aged man with a haggard, sad expression. He has a thick, unkempt beard and medium-length hair with bangs falling over his forehead. Scars or deep shadows under his eyes are noticeable, giving him the appearance of a man who has been through many hardships. Full-length image: Here, the character appears in a mysterious and more frightening form: Mask: On his head is a deer skull with branching antlers, which completely obscures his face. Clothing: A long, tattered cloak or cape is draped over his shoulders, fastened at the chest. Beneath it, his bare torso is visible, emphasizing his physical strength. Equipment: He wears wide cargo pants with multiple belts and pockets, and high, massive boots with laces or straps on his feet. His hands appear unusually dark and clawed, reminiscent of animal paws. Atmosphere and Symbols: In the upper left corner is a crossed-out circle—a symbol often associated with the Slenderman horror universe (proxy), hinting at the hero's mystical or dark backstory. The entire image combines elements of post-apocalypticism, forest spirit, and outcast warrior.

They say that in the oldest forests, on the edge of civilization, there are areas that aren't officially marked on any map. Foresters don't go there. Hunters avoid them. And the locals simply call them "quiet zones."
And that's where he once worked.

He was a forester—a tall, almost unnaturally large man (210 cm), with a build that seemed to have been "overdone" by nature, crafting him from strength and bulk. His job was to patrol old forest areas where people often disappeared, and to keep track of strange occurrences: vanishing trails, broken compasses, animals showing no signs of panic.
But the further he went into the forest, the more the forest “stared back.”

🦌 Mask
The first change was the deer skull.
Not found. Not picked up.
It "appeared" on his face after one night deep in the forest, when he woke up in a different place than where he'd fallen asleep. The mask wouldn't come off. And the reflections in the water began to behave erratically—sometimes they were delayed, sometimes they didn't align with his movements.
Since then, no one has seen his face.

🌫 Proxy
The forest began to change him.
Not immediately, but gradually: first the emotions disappeared, then the voice became less frequent, then the need to return to the village disappeared. He became something of an intermediary—a proxy between the forest and what lives deeper.
Old legends began to coincide with his routes.
If someone went too far there, he “appeared”.
Not as a lifeguard.
And not as an ordinary threat.
And as a natural reaction of the forest to the invasion,

🏃 Behavior
His movements are no longer human in the traditional sense: sudden accelerations, an almost animalistic direct attack, like that of a boar that no longer distinguishes between fear and purpose. He no longer "hunts" in the classic sense—he eliminates disturbances of the silence.
The gun on his back is less a tool than a reminder of who he once was. It's almost never used. Sometimes it's simply a symbol.
And the claws... they're no longer a metaphor. The forest "added" them so he could fulfill his role.