This page is for a story i'm working on. Here is the main character:

He will have diffrent designs for diffrent events, the 1st one is the base design, happy and full of color yet normal looking. The white reflection in his eyes show life and passion every normal young man has.
The 2nd one is the result of seing unforgivable acts happen to his fellow humans, all killed, tortured and starved, kids with blown up arms, skinny mothers with sick children, tromitized doctors operating of little girls without painkillers... and the worst part is: people like it, people are cherrring it, people are supporting it with their own money. He never seen such hate in this world, hate soo big he had to surpase it with sadness and anger, everyday someone blows up, more creatures celebrate it, and he gets more sicker. He stops talking. The nightmares begin. Every day, someone explodes. Every day, the 'creatures' cheer. And every day, he grows sicker. Yet when he turns back to his brothers and sisters, freinds and family, he gets horrified that no one gives a damn, either they are ignoring it on purpose or also supporting it like disgusting pigs imitating their feeders, wanting their approvel no matter how. He gets into a deep depression where he can't even move, just laying on the messy forgoten floor...thinking and thinking and thinking, until it gets too deep and decides to end it all. On his way to the train station an idea strikes him an idea that was travelling billions of light years just to strike him at that exact coordonate of the earth, it hits him soo hard he starts seeing it in real life, "what action here rises the chance of helping my own brothers? it's not like i want to live here anymore", but he is already at the train stations, but something if off, there are 2 numbers over each train-track, one shows "0%" and the other "0.01%" (still not sure if i should implement this, i mean the ability to see the numbers). It's obviouse what he choose, and from that moment forward every single actions he does is the one that will get him closer to a 100% completly ignoring his aspirations and dreams, he's already a dead man in his eyes, all is left is an algorithm in a human body.
The 3rd design is the result of the weight palaced on his back, sometimes he wonders who did put it on his back, is it God or him, but it doesnt really matter, not like knowing who did will increase the %-meter.
The bland colors are ment to showcase how dead he is, often described looking as a corpse among his old pears, the reflections in his eyes that he lost years ago, the clothes that appeal to the coapprate world. Very fit as a result of countless runs, his shoulders wider beleiving it will help later on his grand plan, a plan backed by devine evidence, that he spent sleepless nights researching, thinking and asking from God himself to finally know what's the next step he must take. This version has no personality, either his the best salesman, a great boss or nothing, just a blank face looking at a bland wall waiting for sleep. Maybe the only time his emotions are at use is when his dreaming, or having nightmare to be exact, all he sees is him burning alive, laughing at his fate knowing he deserves it for stealing, scaming and hurting many people just to raise the %-meter by a few digits, not just that, but also for the chaos he belives will happen when his plan succeds. He truly bielives that is his faith. But he always wakes up a bit lost(?), he can't get to remember the last part of his nightmare every time he wakes up.
He truly is miserable here.
The last design is his final look, more vibrant colors, alive again. "What happened?" you may ask. His plan failed yet it worked, it failed miserably and he got caught failing, he almost died, but he doesnt know it bc he reached his goal at last, the 100%, it happened, the professy happened, but not bc of him, it was never him, and he knows that. Additionaly something else happened, he finally remembres. He remembres that he is loved. (I know i'm not saying much here but i have to hide somethings (for now) in case i think of smt else).

More info about the transition from "the corpse" (3rd form) to "euphoria" (the last form):
We are at 99%, winning feels close yet far, his heart is pumping straight adrenaline, all 400 million computers ready to take the whole electric grid down, finally, the prophecy is turning into a historical event—if it even ends up in the history books at all.
Computer by computer, the attack starts, 10k, 100, 50 million, 200 million ... and finally 400 million, that's it. The plan ends here...
Silence.
Then more silence.
It didn't, it failed.
Turns out not even every computer in the world would actually work, why? They were prepared, the disgusting pigs already got attacked like this many times but on much smaller scale, and they were smart enough not to even announce it, so more would think of trying it and end up killed, basically an anglerfish, a bait for resistors. By the time he realized all this, everyone already left the building, scattering like desperate insects, his image already is painting all screens by now. Watching the %-meter go down bit by bit, 98;97,96...1%, 0%. He loses it.It is truly over.
/Then he loses his mind, going through the worst panic attack/hysteria in his life/ As he remembers everything he went through to reach this moment, all the damn sacrifices, he wishes he just choose the first 0% in the train station, how much effort and time he would have saved, even if it meant hell, hell...suddenly something snapped, he finally remembers...his dream, the nightmare that's haunting him since all this started, his flesh being eaten, his bones ripped out his flesh, the cutting and burning, that wasn't hell, it wasn't his fate. He collapses to the floor, bows to the Creator, all shaking, all crying and weeping, all terrified...just a weak living corpse. It wasn't the afterlife he was seeing, it was his life here on earth, he gets it now, he fucking GETS IT!!! He begs like never before, pushing his head to the floor almost breaking his skull, pushing his hands as if he's holding on a wall, the pressure of the universe crushes him...yet he still prays.
As his tears hits the floor, he sees it, he feels it, he tastes it, 100 fucking %, BAM just like that! As if the past 15 years didn't happen, it reached from 0 to a perfect 100%, and as he feels the weight being lifted off his body, everything goes dark, the plan didn't work, but the goal was reached. Society is finally killed. The phoenix finally rose from the ashes, reborn in a burst of flame and light. He remembered...God is all-forgiving. He sleeps right there and then, feeling like a child again.
As he wakes up (as "euphoria"), he feels happy, too happy actually, his brain is pumping dopamine non-stop, he is basically high—and he fucking loves it. Meet "euphoria", the human who killed society and died with it, reborn in the new world.
Now that his mission finally hit an end, it's time for THE real plan, everyone's plan, to free the world from the pig looking creatures. He grabs his ammo, he grabs his sniper, and finally heads to rebuild earth, but mainly die trying.
God is always listening.

Some shot i'm thinking about:
I always think about this one, after the 100% event, "he" (euphoria) finds a very important creature, orders arround kinda important, so he and other men catch his ass and gently take off its jaket, the men leave for the two to be left alone. Euphoria, hungry as a pig, gets close, abit too close, he suggest a fair fight, a 1v1!
Sick, he shots its arm and leg, the creature is on the floor weeping for mercy, but all Euphoria can hear is the sound of a crying dog, he is truly high off this world. He bites its arm so hard, as if he tries emptying all the hate in this one bite, but it isn't enough, so he does the next mercyful thing he can think of. He pulls out his handy knife, and procceds to stab him, the creature is bleeding everywhere, all while crying like the bitch it is, even a bitch would be offended by the sound of these screams...10 minutes pass, but the stabings don't stop, 20...50...an hour...2 hours, the stabing isn't stoping yet, Euphoria is soo deep in his hate every time he pearses the creatures meat he emidiatly forgets he did, like an infinite glass of water, everytime its contains are pured out it gets refilled again and again, that is the amount of hate, this is the burding The Corpse had to bear for 15 long years.
After 3 and a half hours, the men boder to sheck on Euphoria, and guess what, still stabing what looks like beef at this point and they finaly pull him away. (End scene)

Potential sub-plot to have more action thro boring episodes:
It will be kinda of an older brother dynamic, where a beaten up man, lost in the mix of rubles and bones, see another soul like him, both scared, alone and empty, yet they'll fill each other with hope again. The sub-plot follows the man carring for the child, bonding together until life goes back to their eyes.
But in just a moment, he looses it all...again, he drops dead, everything in him is dead, except for one thing: justice. He asks for it, that's all he wishes for since his birth it seems, and he fucking gets it. The plan worked, and revenge is at his hands.

Note to the pigs:
I fucking hate you. i hate what you did to this fucking world, i HATE how you make anything and everything worse, it's like you have a cursed touch that makes everything fall apart, how you cucks made everyone hate each other, how you dehuminized each and every race, gender and religion. I HATE how you look, how you speak, how you live, how you worship yourselves you damn subcreatures, even pigs wont look tour way disguting organismes. I slit your throats open, i'll make sure to enjoy the snoring sound you'll make trying to grab ear to hold on a bit more to life, after seeing what's waiting for you, you disgusting coweredly insects. I dispise how you overload my fucking brain with too much junk that I just stop caring about avything, I'm starting to see thro your plans creatures, and SOMEDAY, with the help of GOD, I'll figure it out. I SWEAR TO GOD! your death will be the single most benificial thing to happen in modern earth. Rain will fall, grass will grow, animals will reapear from inxtention, people will co-existe... Ooooh how infortinate to be born before that, but i'll make sure my kids wont see a glimpse of your horrendous faces, oooh how happy i am for them. Remember you sub-insects, God is always watching.