Mason is average height, about six foot tall. His hair, having neither been cut or properly brushed, reaches his mid back. His hair color is a dark purple, not of his own choice or making, as are his eyes, which are an awful reddish color.
His chest is fairly well built with a good amount of muscle, as he does what he can to exercise within his small living space. (Push ups, sit ups, pull ups, etc..) His lower body, however could only be described as average as he has yet to find a way to exercise his legs in his cell without looking like an idiot.
Mason is constantly on his guard. His image and reputation is everything. He will do whatever he has to in order to keep it up.
He doesn't have much to his name. A lighter he keeps in a hollowed out bed post, his favorite pair of black cargo shorts and ratty old flip flops.
Mason has been what you call friendly. He has always been a selfish manipulative, downright horrible human being. Recently though, there have been a string of suicides, all with one thing in common: Each one had come into contact with Mason Bernard at one point.
When police confronted Mason, the young man was uncaring and seemed almost amused when informed of the suicides. Shortly after, one of the policeman began screaming, claiming to hear 'voices' and subsequently shot himself in order to silence the voice once and for all.
As a result, Mason Bernard was placed in a 'special' institute as they called it, where he would be cured of whatever was 'wrong' with him.
That was five years ago. Now, Mason is still a patient of Saint Josephina's, and chooses to pass the time by torturing those of weaker minds and intimidating those of stronger minds into leaving him alone.
