Norton "Fool's Gold"

Name Norton Campbell Alias(es) "Fool's Gold" Career Prospector Miner Gender Male ♂ Character Details Character Day March 19th (His Birthday) Likes Precious Metal, Natural Gems Dislikes Dark, Enclosed Spaces[1] Favorite Dish(es) Butter Ice Cream

Norton Campbell, also known as "Fool's Gold", is a Difficulty Level 1.5 Hunter available for purchase after the completion of the prologue. He is the Hunter identity of the Prospector, and one of 31 playable Hunters added to Identity V.

Norton is an extremely tall and slender man, with pale bluish gray skin, short choppy black hair styled into waves, and a relatively muscular physique. The left side of his face is burned to a black crisp with a glowing white orb for his left eye, and his right eye is a pure black orb. The left half of his body and most of his chest also appears to be severely damaged, with his original left limbs utterly nonexistent. His mutilated body parts are replaced with magnetic black stones that form a disembodied wrist and knee as well as a claw-like hand, and his chest is essentially large chunks of the same magnetic black stones, with a gaping hole in his abdomen. His right arm is also replaced with huge, jagged lumps of the same magnetic black stones. He wears a drastically torn dull olive dress shirt, of which only the tattered upper part of the shirt and the thick-cuffed sleeves remain, with the cuff on the right torn cleanly off. He also wears matching slacks, with flared, tattered hems, and torn on the right side in places to reveal his floating knee. He wears heavy, heeled leather boots with rounded toes, an olive green scarf knotted around his neck, and a matching right glove with a thick cuff. A thin leather belt around his waist also holds a oil-wick cap lamp. He grasps a large pickaxe with a wooden handle and a sharp head made of the same magnetic black stones that hold his body together in his right hand.

Fool's Gold" was walking in the dark and humid woods, his slightly curly short hair bathed in the dim moonlight. He tilted his head casually, showing an arrogant and meaningless smile. The hard and cold gravel almost spread all over his body, becoming his new flesh and blood body. The huge hole in his chest seemed to indicate that he no longer needed the lungs that had been in constant pain before, and that he had been given a new lease of life! The mining pick in his hand has no unnecessary decorations. Just like its owner, it is silent and sharp, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy. The overall posture is rampant and casual, seeming to be ready for a fierce chase at any time!

he is a man of few words, he has obvious problems with aggression