Post by Dark on May 26, 2007 20:03:42 GMT -5
Name: Jack Rose McClean "Jac"
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Born: June 19
Place of Birth: Cruse Line
Appearance:
Jac has a bit of an unusual look about herself. She stands about 5'5" and weighs about 135lbs. She has ivy tattoo's wrapped down both of her arms with a black rose starting the tattoo's at the top of each shoulders. She has a dragon tattoo wrapped around her left get, and a long scare ranging from her thigh down to her ankle. Jac had her teeth surgically altered to represent those of a vampire. She wears white out contacts, but her eyes are usually covered with sunglasses even when it's dark outside.
She wears a black spaghetti strap tank top with a thin see threw blood red sweater. She wears short shorts that frail at the bottom and the left back pocket is half ripped. Jac wears black leather boots that reaches about three inches above her knee caps. She also wears black and red leather gloves.
Dementia:
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (Right to Left, Up to Down)
Insomnia (Unless she kills)
Drug Addiction
Psychotic
Always says name
Motivation:
Jac believes that she is the daughter of the Lucifer himself. She believes that she was placed on earth to torture, torment, make suffer, and kill all of humanity. She believes chaos is order and the only way to make this happen is to make the people suffer for their actions.
Weapons:
Whip
Rusted Dagger
Fist
Torture devices:
The streets are her torture devices, anything and everything she can find she will use to torture humanity. Though when she is feeling extra energetic she will take her victims home. At home she has to be in a certain mood for something. In her back yard she will build a fire just to watch a person burn alive. In the kitchen she will slowly chop a person to pieces and cook their body part in front of them. In the bathroom, just like a lake, she will slowly drown a person even better she will slowly watch them bleed to death in the tub and save their blood. If a person is lucky enough to peak her interest they will make it to her bed room. In her bed room they will be placed in a large ant farm that contains thousand of fire ants.
Items:
Backpack including
Handcuffs
Chains
Rope
Salt
Duct Tape
Drugs; cocaine, heroin, crystal meth, powder meth, ecstasy
Syringe kit
History:
Jac was born to a mother alone. She never knew who her father was, and her mother refused to tell her. Her first five years of her life went by just like a normal child with no father. She spent her time in daycare with the rest of the brats, and just like many kids who never had a father she was picked on and tormented by the others. Her mom Susan McClean, age 23, spent working two jobs just to keep Jac and herself up. When she started school she had no where to go, and she was to young to stay home by herself. So her elementary school teacher remained with her at school until her mother could come and pick her up.
She continued staying with this teacher all threw elementary school, and even in middle school when he transfered. Middle school wasn't any different as the rest of her school. Her only friend being that of the teacher. It was in her seventh grade year that everything changed. Here her life would change for the worse, and things would only go down hill afterwords. It was for some time that Jac and been interested in the serial killer nature, but that was mostly thanks to her teacher. One particular day school was let out early because of a bad snow storm. Jac's mother couldn't get off of work to come and pick her up. So her teacher had offered to stay with her until she had gotten off work that night.
He took Jac home where he cooked her dinner. For a man who was 48 years old he held some devious desires and it was then that he could only make it come true. Jac had laid down to bed around eight that night. Her mother had called and said she wouldn't be home that she was snowed in. It was also this night that her teacher made it into the same bed as Jac and sexually assaulted her. After words he had told her that her father would be proud of her, and that one day when he returned to earth he would give her anything. Jac had inquired about her father, but her teacher said nothing.
This would continue on threw middle school. The sexual activities, and with each session he would tell her more about her father. Then one day in eighth grade her mother had been pressuring her sudden mood changes and attire. It was the say day that the teacher had told her that he was her father and that his name was Lucifer. It was also this day that Susan had caught Jac and this supposed Lucifer in the act. The truth was he was Jac's father, witch had a real traumatic affect on her. She loved her teacher with a passion in some form or another, but to find that he was her father and calling him Satan.
Susan struck Jac out of anger saying that she was to young to be preforming such acts. Lucifer than struck Susan, but she had been carrying a gun. One bullet had severely wounded him. Susan was arrested and taken away. Jac followed Lucifer to the hospital. He had told her that his body was only dying and that he was Satan her father. He told her that he would be watching her and that her actions she preforms in the future would determine weather they would see each other again.
With him dead and her mother in prison she was sent to an orphanage. In ninth grade she was classified a having post-traumatic stress disorder. It was only later that year she had would have been declared in having a Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. Insomnia set in around the second month of her tenth grade year. It was also this year she had become addicted to drugs. It was middle of her eleventh grade year that she dropped out of school and ran away from the orphanage. She had found an abandon home located in the back of the woods where no one ever lived.
Jac was eighteen when her mother was released from prison. Susan come to hunt down Jac in hopes to make things right. Little did Susan know the fate that awaited her. She had crossed paths with her daughter, and it would be the last thing she would ever do. Jac was so enraged about Susan's actions that she did the unthinkable. In the dark ally way she took a pipe to her mother's legs breaking both. She then continued to strike her in the stomach time and time again. When Jac had grown tired she had dropped the pipe and stepped back. She couldn't believe at how refreshing she felt after wards.
She stood there and watched as her mother gasped for air and pleaded for her to help. Jac just stood by watching. With the urge growing again Jac stepped forward stepping on her mother's arm and reaching down. She grabbed Susan's lower jaw and with the strength she had she broke her jaw and even ripped it from her face. Jac started laughing as she held the bottom jaw in her hand and watched the fear in her mother's eyes. She smiled as she watched her eyes dim and the life disappear from the body. With a since of satisfaction Jac was actually able to go home and for the first time in years sleep decently. It was only then that she knew what she had to do, that she knew what her father wanted her to do. Humanity had to suffer.
The Blond No More
Jac walked threw Fairvalue as usual the foul humans dared to stair at her. She smiled to herself wondering that if these humans knew who she was they wouldn't be making fun of her anymore. She walked down the frozen food lane and something caught her eye. It was a young girl, probably no older than eighteen. A graduate she had guessed, but really didn't care. The way the girl carried herself gave Jac the impressing that she was saying she was better than her.
"No one's better than Jac," she mumbled under her breath as she followed the girl threw the store. She left the store and Jac followed. The girl climbed into a black F-250 that had a male driving the vehicle. Jac watched as the vehicle drove away. "Jac will find you," she said as she turned and walked down the street in the direction the truck had went.
It was almost an hour later and there she was climbing out of the truck. Jac kept her distance and waited for the truck to leave. When it was safe she made her way up to the decent sized house with a large brown porch. Walking up onto the porch she looked around as if to see if her father was watching. Without any significant sign she shrugged her shoulder. Knocking on the door she waited for the door to open.
As soon as the door opened reveling the young woman she was after. Jac didn't hesitate and back handed the girl knocking her to the floor. She stepped in shutting the door behind her. "You think you're better than Jac," she said as she leaned down grabbing the girl's long blond hair. She wasn't home so she had to find something to do. Then there it was as if a sign from her father.
Hanging in the study was a beautiful sword set calling out as if it wanted to be used. "When Jac finishes with you. You won't be making fun of anyone anymore."
"I- I wasn't!!!" the girl screamed as if she was already being torn apart. She was kicking and screaming trying to pull her hair away from Jac as she was dragged into the study.
Jac threw the girl up against the wall and watched her fall to the floor. She then reached over grabbing on of the shorter swords. She walked over grabbing the right arm and pulling the girl to her feet. "This is for the store," Jac said as she raised the girl off the floor and the shoved the blade of the sword threw her hand.
The girl let out a blood curtailing scream as Jac turned to grab another short sword. When she turned back she could see that the girl was trying to pull her hand free. Grabbing the girl's other arm she raised her hand up to match the other. Jac then took the second sword and impaled her other hand. The girl screamed and cried, but her feet were off the floor.
Jac ran her hand down the wall as the blood dripped down. "Jac happy now, but you aren't suffering to much." Turning back she grabbed the third and last sword. Brining the sword up to the girl's throat she smiled. She lowered the sword down just below the rib. "Right to left," Jac told herself as she stepped back. On the right side just below the ribs she just barley stabbed the girl.
She screamed and continued to struggle, even after Jac had dragged the blade across her abdomen making a slash. Then left she made the same mark completing the X. Jac stepped back as she watched the girl twitch and start to cough up blood as her internal organs began to spill out of her. The girl continued to cry as Jac just stood back and watched.
"Jac happy now. You suffer a lot," she said with a laugh as she pulled the chair around to sit down and watch the girl. When the girl just stopped moving and just hung there Jac stood up. She walked over to her taking the sword that remained in her hand. Jac took the girls head and lifted it up, and she could see her eyes twitching behind her closed eye lids. Taking the sword and raising it up to her forehead she saved the blade threw her skull and into the wall.
Stepping back once more she admired her work with a smile and a nod she walked to the kitchen. Jac made her a sandwich and quickly ate. She then washed her hands and left the house not forgetting to lock the door. She then turned and headed down the street as if nothing had ever happened.
Maniacs Dwelling: Creeks Cross Roads
Sex: Female
Age: 19
Born: June 19
Place of Birth: Cruse Line
Appearance:
Jac has a bit of an unusual look about herself. She stands about 5'5" and weighs about 135lbs. She has ivy tattoo's wrapped down both of her arms with a black rose starting the tattoo's at the top of each shoulders. She has a dragon tattoo wrapped around her left get, and a long scare ranging from her thigh down to her ankle. Jac had her teeth surgically altered to represent those of a vampire. She wears white out contacts, but her eyes are usually covered with sunglasses even when it's dark outside.
She wears a black spaghetti strap tank top with a thin see threw blood red sweater. She wears short shorts that frail at the bottom and the left back pocket is half ripped. Jac wears black leather boots that reaches about three inches above her knee caps. She also wears black and red leather gloves.
Dementia:
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (Right to Left, Up to Down)
Insomnia (Unless she kills)
Drug Addiction
Psychotic
Always says name
Motivation:
Jac believes that she is the daughter of the Lucifer himself. She believes that she was placed on earth to torture, torment, make suffer, and kill all of humanity. She believes chaos is order and the only way to make this happen is to make the people suffer for their actions.
Weapons:
Whip
Rusted Dagger
Fist
Torture devices:
The streets are her torture devices, anything and everything she can find she will use to torture humanity. Though when she is feeling extra energetic she will take her victims home. At home she has to be in a certain mood for something. In her back yard she will build a fire just to watch a person burn alive. In the kitchen she will slowly chop a person to pieces and cook their body part in front of them. In the bathroom, just like a lake, she will slowly drown a person even better she will slowly watch them bleed to death in the tub and save their blood. If a person is lucky enough to peak her interest they will make it to her bed room. In her bed room they will be placed in a large ant farm that contains thousand of fire ants.
Items:
Backpack including
Handcuffs
Chains
Rope
Salt
Duct Tape
Drugs; cocaine, heroin, crystal meth, powder meth, ecstasy
Syringe kit
History:
Jac was born to a mother alone. She never knew who her father was, and her mother refused to tell her. Her first five years of her life went by just like a normal child with no father. She spent her time in daycare with the rest of the brats, and just like many kids who never had a father she was picked on and tormented by the others. Her mom Susan McClean, age 23, spent working two jobs just to keep Jac and herself up. When she started school she had no where to go, and she was to young to stay home by herself. So her elementary school teacher remained with her at school until her mother could come and pick her up.
She continued staying with this teacher all threw elementary school, and even in middle school when he transfered. Middle school wasn't any different as the rest of her school. Her only friend being that of the teacher. It was in her seventh grade year that everything changed. Here her life would change for the worse, and things would only go down hill afterwords. It was for some time that Jac and been interested in the serial killer nature, but that was mostly thanks to her teacher. One particular day school was let out early because of a bad snow storm. Jac's mother couldn't get off of work to come and pick her up. So her teacher had offered to stay with her until she had gotten off work that night.
He took Jac home where he cooked her dinner. For a man who was 48 years old he held some devious desires and it was then that he could only make it come true. Jac had laid down to bed around eight that night. Her mother had called and said she wouldn't be home that she was snowed in. It was also this night that her teacher made it into the same bed as Jac and sexually assaulted her. After words he had told her that her father would be proud of her, and that one day when he returned to earth he would give her anything. Jac had inquired about her father, but her teacher said nothing.
This would continue on threw middle school. The sexual activities, and with each session he would tell her more about her father. Then one day in eighth grade her mother had been pressuring her sudden mood changes and attire. It was the say day that the teacher had told her that he was her father and that his name was Lucifer. It was also this day that Susan had caught Jac and this supposed Lucifer in the act. The truth was he was Jac's father, witch had a real traumatic affect on her. She loved her teacher with a passion in some form or another, but to find that he was her father and calling him Satan.
Susan struck Jac out of anger saying that she was to young to be preforming such acts. Lucifer than struck Susan, but she had been carrying a gun. One bullet had severely wounded him. Susan was arrested and taken away. Jac followed Lucifer to the hospital. He had told her that his body was only dying and that he was Satan her father. He told her that he would be watching her and that her actions she preforms in the future would determine weather they would see each other again.
With him dead and her mother in prison she was sent to an orphanage. In ninth grade she was classified a having post-traumatic stress disorder. It was only later that year she had would have been declared in having a Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. Insomnia set in around the second month of her tenth grade year. It was also this year she had become addicted to drugs. It was middle of her eleventh grade year that she dropped out of school and ran away from the orphanage. She had found an abandon home located in the back of the woods where no one ever lived.
Jac was eighteen when her mother was released from prison. Susan come to hunt down Jac in hopes to make things right. Little did Susan know the fate that awaited her. She had crossed paths with her daughter, and it would be the last thing she would ever do. Jac was so enraged about Susan's actions that she did the unthinkable. In the dark ally way she took a pipe to her mother's legs breaking both. She then continued to strike her in the stomach time and time again. When Jac had grown tired she had dropped the pipe and stepped back. She couldn't believe at how refreshing she felt after wards.
She stood there and watched as her mother gasped for air and pleaded for her to help. Jac just stood by watching. With the urge growing again Jac stepped forward stepping on her mother's arm and reaching down. She grabbed Susan's lower jaw and with the strength she had she broke her jaw and even ripped it from her face. Jac started laughing as she held the bottom jaw in her hand and watched the fear in her mother's eyes. She smiled as she watched her eyes dim and the life disappear from the body. With a since of satisfaction Jac was actually able to go home and for the first time in years sleep decently. It was only then that she knew what she had to do, that she knew what her father wanted her to do. Humanity had to suffer.
The Blond No More
Jac walked threw Fairvalue as usual the foul humans dared to stair at her. She smiled to herself wondering that if these humans knew who she was they wouldn't be making fun of her anymore. She walked down the frozen food lane and something caught her eye. It was a young girl, probably no older than eighteen. A graduate she had guessed, but really didn't care. The way the girl carried herself gave Jac the impressing that she was saying she was better than her.
"No one's better than Jac," she mumbled under her breath as she followed the girl threw the store. She left the store and Jac followed. The girl climbed into a black F-250 that had a male driving the vehicle. Jac watched as the vehicle drove away. "Jac will find you," she said as she turned and walked down the street in the direction the truck had went.
It was almost an hour later and there she was climbing out of the truck. Jac kept her distance and waited for the truck to leave. When it was safe she made her way up to the decent sized house with a large brown porch. Walking up onto the porch she looked around as if to see if her father was watching. Without any significant sign she shrugged her shoulder. Knocking on the door she waited for the door to open.
As soon as the door opened reveling the young woman she was after. Jac didn't hesitate and back handed the girl knocking her to the floor. She stepped in shutting the door behind her. "You think you're better than Jac," she said as she leaned down grabbing the girl's long blond hair. She wasn't home so she had to find something to do. Then there it was as if a sign from her father.
Hanging in the study was a beautiful sword set calling out as if it wanted to be used. "When Jac finishes with you. You won't be making fun of anyone anymore."
"I- I wasn't!!!" the girl screamed as if she was already being torn apart. She was kicking and screaming trying to pull her hair away from Jac as she was dragged into the study.
Jac threw the girl up against the wall and watched her fall to the floor. She then reached over grabbing on of the shorter swords. She walked over grabbing the right arm and pulling the girl to her feet. "This is for the store," Jac said as she raised the girl off the floor and the shoved the blade of the sword threw her hand.
The girl let out a blood curtailing scream as Jac turned to grab another short sword. When she turned back she could see that the girl was trying to pull her hand free. Grabbing the girl's other arm she raised her hand up to match the other. Jac then took the second sword and impaled her other hand. The girl screamed and cried, but her feet were off the floor.
Jac ran her hand down the wall as the blood dripped down. "Jac happy now, but you aren't suffering to much." Turning back she grabbed the third and last sword. Brining the sword up to the girl's throat she smiled. She lowered the sword down just below the rib. "Right to left," Jac told herself as she stepped back. On the right side just below the ribs she just barley stabbed the girl.
She screamed and continued to struggle, even after Jac had dragged the blade across her abdomen making a slash. Then left she made the same mark completing the X. Jac stepped back as she watched the girl twitch and start to cough up blood as her internal organs began to spill out of her. The girl continued to cry as Jac just stood back and watched.
"Jac happy now. You suffer a lot," she said with a laugh as she pulled the chair around to sit down and watch the girl. When the girl just stopped moving and just hung there Jac stood up. She walked over to her taking the sword that remained in her hand. Jac took the girls head and lifted it up, and she could see her eyes twitching behind her closed eye lids. Taking the sword and raising it up to her forehead she saved the blade threw her skull and into the wall.
Stepping back once more she admired her work with a smile and a nod she walked to the kitchen. Jac made her a sandwich and quickly ate. She then washed her hands and left the house not forgetting to lock the door. She then turned and headed down the street as if nothing had ever happened.
Maniacs Dwelling: Creeks Cross Roads