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Username: Zeda Ennd.
Character Name: Mr. Nick. Sometimes called Mr. Scratch.
Age: (?)
Gender: Dresses like a girl, so..
Race: Caucasian/American: Evolved.
Sexuality: Doesn't feel the urge any more.
Bio: Originally a 'product tester' at a semi-hush hush government sponsored science lab by the name of A.R.C.
Mr. Scratch was among eleven others given doses of an experimental new drug only referred to (Around them) as Type 02. It was supposed to be a cure for some fancy new disease as the story goes, but they received no information past that. Upon administration of the drug, none of the subjects showed any signs of change, not that they would (Never had the disease?), save for itching of the teeth in one and slight nausea in the rest. They were assured those were pre-existing ailments and were ushered out of the facility with eight free sick days.
Over said sick days, the nausea faded but was soon replaced with receded gums, protruded blood-vessels, wan skin-tone, severe headache, uncontrollable vomiting, heavy weight loss, and increasing aggression towards others.
The symptoms grew worse over the days until the eighth day on which Mr. Scratch, overcome with pain, hunger, and pure unbridled rage, went across the hall to the next door apartment and proceeded to violently bludgeon the occupant. After they were dealt with Mr. Scratch bludgeoned him more, then went to the next room so as to do the same. This one had a twist, however, in that Mr. Scratch did not bludgeon but instead bit the throat out of the woman inside and shoved her eyes into her brain. By some magical happenstance, the woman survived.
For about thirty seconds until an A-Bomb landed at the heart of the town, scorching the earth, evaporating tears, photocopying men women and children to their burning, crumbling homes.
It was the most beautiful thing Mr. Scratch had ever seen.
As the woman burned, Scratch's eyes and soul were bleached with atomic fury, but not deconstructed like the cities. This was a new being the wrath of gods themselves could not undo. A being comprised of white hot rage that burns against the darkness, that consumes, destroys, illuminates.
The fire of the suns burns within Mr. Scratch now. That is all the higher form of life knows any more. All past the A.R.C. is lost to the light that destroys shadows.
Pure white light now burns forth from Mr. Nick's eyes and mouth, but only in the shadows. The cause is as mysterious as how Mr. Nick survived an atomic blast in the first place. Mr. Nick's footsteps also leave a very distinct burn that lures the un-dead, witch, also without explanation, do not attack Mr. Nick.
Prefers the dark over the light, as in the dark, Mr. Nick is always destroying at least that.
Wanders the Eastern coast, destroying, causing fear and strife.
Theme: Tool.
Personality: Hateful. Violent. Flat out despises everything. Will not hesitate to eviscerate.. Really, whatever isn't 'it.'
Previous Jobs: A field tester for new experiments. Not an experiment itself, just hired to do things and not ask what they were for.
Family: The other 11. Scattered. Mutated. Evolved.
Relationships: Not very good.
Side: "Nomad."
Weapon(s):
- A wicked sharp Kukri knife with a hand print burnt into the grip and the words "A light in the darkness" etched into the blade.
- Bare hands. Gives Mr. Scratch the 'hands-on' experience needed when you're essentially made of ethereal rage.
- Wood splitting maul to cause quite a bit of damage to one's cranial cavity with little effort.
Picture:
 Zeda Ennd · Sun Sep 11, 2011 @ 01:46pm · 0 Comments |
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