Post by InYourHead on May 26, 2007 13:23:15 GMT -5
Name: Jerry Brossen “Dr: Quill”
Sex: Male
Age: 46
Appearance: He is a looming gangly man who is getting older in years. He is completely bald and has lines from medical stitches. He wears the average lab coat which is always covered in blood and beneath he wears a rubber surgical apron. He always carries a satchel containing his many ‘instruments’.
Dimentia: Multi Personality Disorder, delusional
Motivation: He seeks out drug users
Weapons: Needles, Scalpel, bone saw
Torture devices: Medical table
Items: Many serums with varying effects from dopamine to heroin, medical satchel, head mirror
History: Jerry was born to a rather rich family. The Brossen family line had generations of doctors leading back generation. Both males and females became doctors giving the family a good lifestyle. The trend ended just before Jerry came of age. His cousins, both brother and sister had all became loafers living off there parents wealth. Despite this, Jerry continued his work to become a doctor.
After going to Yale for two years, he had to return home do to the death of his older sister. She had overdosed on acid during a rave. Jerry held his family dear, despite what troubles they were in and he held her crowd of friends responsible. He was then motivated more than ever to become a doctor so that he could save lives.
Only a year after finishing grad school, his brother died as well. Once again, it was drugs that killed him. Jerry was at odds. He was dedicating his life to medicine, yet drugs were causing the deaths of his family. It took him years to recover from his sibling’s deaths. Two years later he finally managed to get a job at Springsdale memorial hospital.
After two years, he was on his way to becoming director when tragedy struck again. This time it was his mother. In grief of her dead son and daughter, she had committed suicide by overdosing on xypraxin pills. This sent Jerry over the edge. Drugs had given so much only to take it all away. It was like there was a hole running through him, he felt hollow. He needed to stop the flow of emptiness.
It was then that he saw the true evil. Illegal substances like those that killed his brother and sister. Drugs that let people ignore life. People who couldn’t take the simple pains and sways that reality brought. Going off the edge, he headed to the edge of the city to an abandoned building where he built his own hospital.
Introduction: It had been two years. Two years which seemed like an eternity. He had taken them off the streets, one by one. Junkies, Pot-heads, waistoids…he had taken them all. By the dozens he had taken them in for his treatments, yet the sickness still remains of the streets. Such creatures did not deserve life that they chose to phase it out.
It was time. Time for spring cleaning. The bodies were stacking high and the smell of there sickness was starting to get to him. He would have to put his mission on hold for a while. It was time for waste management. But how? How and where to dispose of such things. Then it came to him. He would put his human garbage where garbage belonged. He would bury them at the city dump. With a full moon overhead, he stacked the cadaver bags in the back of his van and took off down the road under the cover of night. He needed to make room for more sickness.
Maniacs Dwelling: Broken Hospital
Sex: Male
Age: 46
Appearance: He is a looming gangly man who is getting older in years. He is completely bald and has lines from medical stitches. He wears the average lab coat which is always covered in blood and beneath he wears a rubber surgical apron. He always carries a satchel containing his many ‘instruments’.
Dimentia: Multi Personality Disorder, delusional
Motivation: He seeks out drug users
Weapons: Needles, Scalpel, bone saw
Torture devices: Medical table
Items: Many serums with varying effects from dopamine to heroin, medical satchel, head mirror
History: Jerry was born to a rather rich family. The Brossen family line had generations of doctors leading back generation. Both males and females became doctors giving the family a good lifestyle. The trend ended just before Jerry came of age. His cousins, both brother and sister had all became loafers living off there parents wealth. Despite this, Jerry continued his work to become a doctor.
After going to Yale for two years, he had to return home do to the death of his older sister. She had overdosed on acid during a rave. Jerry held his family dear, despite what troubles they were in and he held her crowd of friends responsible. He was then motivated more than ever to become a doctor so that he could save lives.
Only a year after finishing grad school, his brother died as well. Once again, it was drugs that killed him. Jerry was at odds. He was dedicating his life to medicine, yet drugs were causing the deaths of his family. It took him years to recover from his sibling’s deaths. Two years later he finally managed to get a job at Springsdale memorial hospital.
After two years, he was on his way to becoming director when tragedy struck again. This time it was his mother. In grief of her dead son and daughter, she had committed suicide by overdosing on xypraxin pills. This sent Jerry over the edge. Drugs had given so much only to take it all away. It was like there was a hole running through him, he felt hollow. He needed to stop the flow of emptiness.
It was then that he saw the true evil. Illegal substances like those that killed his brother and sister. Drugs that let people ignore life. People who couldn’t take the simple pains and sways that reality brought. Going off the edge, he headed to the edge of the city to an abandoned building where he built his own hospital.
Introduction: It had been two years. Two years which seemed like an eternity. He had taken them off the streets, one by one. Junkies, Pot-heads, waistoids…he had taken them all. By the dozens he had taken them in for his treatments, yet the sickness still remains of the streets. Such creatures did not deserve life that they chose to phase it out.
It was time. Time for spring cleaning. The bodies were stacking high and the smell of there sickness was starting to get to him. He would have to put his mission on hold for a while. It was time for waste management. But how? How and where to dispose of such things. Then it came to him. He would put his human garbage where garbage belonged. He would bury them at the city dump. With a full moon overhead, he stacked the cadaver bags in the back of his van and took off down the road under the cover of night. He needed to make room for more sickness.
Maniacs Dwelling: Broken Hospital
