Offr.com: What's it worth?

"...I have had a vision, my friends. A vision in which I must battle the world for you, my flock! A vision in which I endure great and terrible injuries to save those I have sworn to protect! You may not see its power, but look into my eyes and know that it is there! My courage, my strength! My love! For you... For all!..."

As a Candyman, one must be like all candies. And in the world of candy, no sweet is tougher than a Jawbreaker. It lasts for hours. Bismarck has learned to carry the mindset of one, and now resists his pain just the same as a Jawbreaker lasts in the mouth for hours. His gob-- or rather, his self-- cannot be stopped (Ha!). An autopsy or similar investigation reveals that his pastry brain has chunks of jawbreaker strewn about in it; a sort of cake-candy mixture. His skin, too, has tiny pieces of red, blue, and yellow color that are typically seen in jawbreakers.

After years of self harm, Bob barely even notices the pain enough to be effected by it. Instead he takes pleasure in the fact that people can finally release their aggressions, especially at his expense.

Wren does not seem to react to the wounds on her body, aside from how they might interfere with her motion.

Slipping into a trance-like state they will not be disturbed by any damage they take. They won't care if they walk into a brawl or throw down with a tank. They'll do it all the same with a cold unfeeling gaze, knowing they have a job to do, no matter the cost.

The mobster's been through tougher scrapes than this. A few cuts and bruises won't stop them.