Post by Zheardok on May 30, 2007 22:42:41 GMT -5
Name: James Nairve Rizadan (Pronounced Jay-mm-ss N-air-vv Ri-zz-uh-dan)
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: pale Caucasian, messy black hair, long sleeve black shirt with an Imperial Aquila on the front, white on black, the right sleeve has white stripes, black tipless gloves, black dusty looking jeans, and black work boots. six feet tall total, and is rather thin.
Dementia: schizophrenia, schizoid, anti-social, insomnia
Motivation: He's somewhat of a Misanthrope, and if someone continues to annoy him enough he'll attack the said person/people. He hates other homicidals.
Weapons: a knife, fire axe which he uses mostly to cut up pizza or sandwiches, and a shotgun (But he curiously has no shells for it)
Torture devices: Generally what ever is in the immediate crime area, or a large device that cuts open the torso of a victim, where he can manually pull out some of the organs and replace them with barb wire (Which he acquires through unknown means).
Items: a backpack, a belt (Specifically for keeping his pants in place), and a silver necklace.
History: James was born in Ceder Rapids, Iowa, on February Seventh 1987, to Michael and Jamie Rizadan, two rather uncaring individuals. They didn't care for their son much, generally neglecting him. the first time he went to school, at around age three, and was immediately a pariah. Eventually, he couldn't take the teasing the other children gave him for not having any friends, he began to react to it violently. The school contacted the parents, in which Michael had beat him severely. Later that same night, Michael finally noticed that James had problems sleeping, and proceeded to beat him again, thinking that James simply didn't want to go to bed.
At the age of fifteen, he ran away from home, but not before being confronted by his father. His father tried to stop him, for reasons unknown, and James ended up killing him with one of the knives he found in the kitchen. After that, he ran in a random direction as fast he could. A local gang of sorts tried to beat him up, but he had managed to kill the all of them.
After developing a kind of taste for it, he decided that he would exact his revenge on those he thought deserved it. Anyone who made a rude comment about him, was faced with death, and he made sure that anyone who he dealt with was dealt with, although a couple, Jacob and Megan Reynold, managed to escape from him. He doesn't care to much about it, though, but he has resolved to kill them as soon as he got the chance.
Introduction: James stood up, wiping blood off of his hands with a rag he picked up off of this guy. This guy was rather thingyy, pushing him around, so he payed the price. James had smashed this man's skull in against the wall of some building. There weren't many people around, so he wasn't to concerned. This was the fifth guy this week that he had to kill. People these days were just such jerks. Well, it was getting late, so it was time to head home. He started walking away, still wiping his hands on the rag. As a group of thugs came around a corner, not minding him any attention at all, he hid his hands behind his back, still holding this rag which felt to be soaked right now. After they had passed, and walked into the area where the man's body was, James began to run. He did not want to have to fight that many people at once. As he was running, he dropped the blood soaked rag.
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: pale Caucasian, messy black hair, long sleeve black shirt with an Imperial Aquila on the front, white on black, the right sleeve has white stripes, black tipless gloves, black dusty looking jeans, and black work boots. six feet tall total, and is rather thin.
Dementia: schizophrenia, schizoid, anti-social, insomnia
Motivation: He's somewhat of a Misanthrope, and if someone continues to annoy him enough he'll attack the said person/people. He hates other homicidals.
Weapons: a knife, fire axe which he uses mostly to cut up pizza or sandwiches, and a shotgun (But he curiously has no shells for it)
Torture devices: Generally what ever is in the immediate crime area, or a large device that cuts open the torso of a victim, where he can manually pull out some of the organs and replace them with barb wire (Which he acquires through unknown means).
Items: a backpack, a belt (Specifically for keeping his pants in place), and a silver necklace.
History: James was born in Ceder Rapids, Iowa, on February Seventh 1987, to Michael and Jamie Rizadan, two rather uncaring individuals. They didn't care for their son much, generally neglecting him. the first time he went to school, at around age three, and was immediately a pariah. Eventually, he couldn't take the teasing the other children gave him for not having any friends, he began to react to it violently. The school contacted the parents, in which Michael had beat him severely. Later that same night, Michael finally noticed that James had problems sleeping, and proceeded to beat him again, thinking that James simply didn't want to go to bed.
At the age of fifteen, he ran away from home, but not before being confronted by his father. His father tried to stop him, for reasons unknown, and James ended up killing him with one of the knives he found in the kitchen. After that, he ran in a random direction as fast he could. A local gang of sorts tried to beat him up, but he had managed to kill the all of them.
After developing a kind of taste for it, he decided that he would exact his revenge on those he thought deserved it. Anyone who made a rude comment about him, was faced with death, and he made sure that anyone who he dealt with was dealt with, although a couple, Jacob and Megan Reynold, managed to escape from him. He doesn't care to much about it, though, but he has resolved to kill them as soon as he got the chance.
Introduction: James stood up, wiping blood off of his hands with a rag he picked up off of this guy. This guy was rather thingyy, pushing him around, so he payed the price. James had smashed this man's skull in against the wall of some building. There weren't many people around, so he wasn't to concerned. This was the fifth guy this week that he had to kill. People these days were just such jerks. Well, it was getting late, so it was time to head home. He started walking away, still wiping his hands on the rag. As a group of thugs came around a corner, not minding him any attention at all, he hid his hands behind his back, still holding this rag which felt to be soaked right now. After they had passed, and walked into the area where the man's body was, James began to run. He did not want to have to fight that many people at once. As he was running, he dropped the blood soaked rag.
