Post by outasync on Jan 9, 2009 14:51:22 GMT -5
Name: Drake Gwish
Sex: male
Age: 16
Appearance: short black mohawk, pale skin, red eyes, all teeth+1 fang, long sleeve black shirt with thumb holes, nny's hell coat, tight black jeans, black leather combat boots, nny's build
Dementia: Multi-Infract dementia (memory loss and hard decision making)
Motivation: Kills all “goths” and “punks” who think they’re so cool cause they listen to nine inch heels. He does this because of sheer hatred of his mother Anne Gwish the “misunderstood goth” chic.
Weapons: smiley face daggers, handsaw, rail-spike shooting crossbow
Torture devices: machines that rip you to shreds or explode each of your limbs one by one
Items: bactine, poison, and old taco hell hot sauce in a black leather messenger bag
History: Drake was a strange baby. When he was very little his father passed away at a school in a strange murder case. His limbs always seemed to be bigger than the last, and although it stopped when he grew up, it severely affected his social status. Although that was already messed because of his mother. In preschool he always went home because he kept crying because he couldn’t choose between one thing and another, and, frankly, his teachers got annoyed.
When Drake first got into school, there were some problems. He always brought weapons to school trying to show kids how they “didn’t hurt”. He had a few other problems, like throwing kids of the playground and mortally wounding his teachers. One time in 6th grade he brought a snake in for show and tell (the only one of his sixth grade years) and it ate 3 out of 20 in the class. He was being neglected at home every Thursday for his mom to go to some stupid club, and he learned how to care for himself.
At age 16 he killed his mother, didn’t tell the cops, and stayed in their most of the time. One day he decided to go for a walk he was eating a taco at taco hell when a man walked in, got pissed, and killed everyone in there, Drake managed to escape. He followed him home and eventually worked up the courage to become noticed by this man. He tapped him on the shoulder and dodged out of the way as a knife thrusted for his heart. The man straightened himself out then said to Drake, “Hello my name is Johnny, Nny for short.” He then explained that he was sorry for the whole knife thing and Drake asked him, “Why did you kill all those people.”, “How do you know!” he shouted, “I saw.”, “Oh of course. I merely was trying to teach them that they have no business in this reality.” “Uh huh…” said Drake. “Say” said Nny “where do you live” “Why?” said Drake. “Because if you don’t tell anyone of the incident I’m willing to let you stay at my house.” Said Nny. Drake walked inside and immediately felt at home. “Sure” said Drake.
Introduction: Drake was bored and felt like taking a walk. He went over to the café and eventually some douche started laughing at him. Drake asked if he could talk to him in the alley. The man agreed and followed Drake. Drake had a nice long talk with the man then popped out his eyes for good measure. Drake was again bored and went back to Nny’s house.
Sex: male
Age: 16
Appearance: short black mohawk, pale skin, red eyes, all teeth+1 fang, long sleeve black shirt with thumb holes, nny's hell coat, tight black jeans, black leather combat boots, nny's build
Dementia: Multi-Infract dementia (memory loss and hard decision making)
Motivation: Kills all “goths” and “punks” who think they’re so cool cause they listen to nine inch heels. He does this because of sheer hatred of his mother Anne Gwish the “misunderstood goth” chic.
Weapons: smiley face daggers, handsaw, rail-spike shooting crossbow
Torture devices: machines that rip you to shreds or explode each of your limbs one by one
Items: bactine, poison, and old taco hell hot sauce in a black leather messenger bag
History: Drake was a strange baby. When he was very little his father passed away at a school in a strange murder case. His limbs always seemed to be bigger than the last, and although it stopped when he grew up, it severely affected his social status. Although that was already messed because of his mother. In preschool he always went home because he kept crying because he couldn’t choose between one thing and another, and, frankly, his teachers got annoyed.
When Drake first got into school, there were some problems. He always brought weapons to school trying to show kids how they “didn’t hurt”. He had a few other problems, like throwing kids of the playground and mortally wounding his teachers. One time in 6th grade he brought a snake in for show and tell (the only one of his sixth grade years) and it ate 3 out of 20 in the class. He was being neglected at home every Thursday for his mom to go to some stupid club, and he learned how to care for himself.
At age 16 he killed his mother, didn’t tell the cops, and stayed in their most of the time. One day he decided to go for a walk he was eating a taco at taco hell when a man walked in, got pissed, and killed everyone in there, Drake managed to escape. He followed him home and eventually worked up the courage to become noticed by this man. He tapped him on the shoulder and dodged out of the way as a knife thrusted for his heart. The man straightened himself out then said to Drake, “Hello my name is Johnny, Nny for short.” He then explained that he was sorry for the whole knife thing and Drake asked him, “Why did you kill all those people.”, “How do you know!” he shouted, “I saw.”, “Oh of course. I merely was trying to teach them that they have no business in this reality.” “Uh huh…” said Drake. “Say” said Nny “where do you live” “Why?” said Drake. “Because if you don’t tell anyone of the incident I’m willing to let you stay at my house.” Said Nny. Drake walked inside and immediately felt at home. “Sure” said Drake.
Introduction: Drake was bored and felt like taking a walk. He went over to the café and eventually some douche started laughing at him. Drake asked if he could talk to him in the alley. The man agreed and followed Drake. Drake had a nice long talk with the man then popped out his eyes for good measure. Drake was again bored and went back to Nny’s house.
