Post by Sketch on Apr 12, 2006 13:45:01 GMT 12
[Name >> Dallas "Sketch" Seraldo
[Age >> 18
[Gender >> Male
[Tribe >> WildCats
[Rank >>Beta (Diabla told me so xD)
[Nationality >> France
[Politics >> "If I don't like you, watch your back. Cuz I'll be watchin' you like a damn hawk. Freedom is what I like, so don't try to tie the knot with me anytime soon, or try to bind me with responsibilities. Don't mess with my friends, or I'll have your neck between my hands like a nail in a vice grip. I show some mercy, to those who beg for it...so get on your hands and knees and beg you pathetic dog."
[Romantic orientation >> Straight as hell, sorry guys. He will be interested in love eventually, though with a close friend. Not some paid-for sleeper or mail-order bride.
[Appearance >> Sketch is tall and slim with seemingly no muscle, but its there. Always hidden beneath a torn and tattered grey overcoat. He wears whatever he can find, except he always wears his overcoat. His hair is a dull black, and wild in many ways. It sticks up in all different directions, though he does nothing to help it. His muscles are more obvious in his arms, which are his strength, though he is still agile and fast. He has striking blue eyes which are speckled with grey, giving them a darker, more eerie tint.
[Attitude >> Sketch is a guy with various attitudes. To strangers, he is like a snake. Someone you can't turn your back on, and can't stand to stare in the eyes. He is cruel and relentless when he kills, often leaving time to torture and to extend the time he kills his victims to let their minds fill with horrors of what he would do...how long he would let them live. He loves to have power over the weak. To his friends, he is sociable yet tends to be on the quiet side. Sketch loves art, it is his obsession besides killing. His temper is quick and when released can hardly be stopped, except by his friends. He will remain loyal to his closest of friends, and will always be loyal to Kathryn for she is his gang master. And she made him beta...though they were not per say great friends. He would not harm her though, ever. And if it came down to it, he would protect her to the end. (aw..so sweet *rolls eyes*)
He carries with him spray paint and a paintbrush at all times, and never stops to think about vandalizing. He write poems with his art, and will recite them to people he trusts...which are few. They can be of anything, though death, violence, hatred, and pain were his main topics. He wrote about love sometimes, though it was hard for he had never felt love to wards anyone except his parents. And they were dead.
[Notable History >>His father was a mayor in France, and his mother was also in political status. He was named after the city of Dallas, Texas, oddly where his parents met and married. Yes, they were foreigners, but Sketch was born in France. He learned the language, but hardly speaks it for he hates the language severely. At the age of 5, both his parents were killed in a freak accident. Though, it was really a covered up assassination. (this will tie in later)Though he was young, he remembered it quite clearly, for he witnessed it. For 5 years he was shipped all around to various orphanages, never in one place for too long. As he was known to start fights, and often to mess people up both mentally and physically with both his fists and his almost psychotic drawings. Finally, he had had enough of those damn orphanages, and to this day hates them. He finally ran away, to go live on the streets. He joined a gang called The Tex's. He was treated like a piece of crap for many years, and often had bruises on his arms, legs and face, almost every part of his body. Twice, his arm was broken by the Gang leader after Sketch had challenged him. Though, he gained rank and was respected for his blunt bravery. He began to collect money, and soon had enough to pay for enough food for himself, and he even gave to his gang members. He also went from store to store and lifted art utensils, such as paper, brushes, spray paint and much more. He was caught once or twice, but the coppers let him go because of his age. At the age of 13, he committed murder. It was not an act of sudden rage, it was planned. It was a familiar face...one who had been there the day of his parents murder. He left his mark...painting of his victim on the ground next to him, in the man's own blood. The gang kicked him out, in fear that the coppers would track them, and put them in the slammer. He kept to the shadows, living off junk and from time to time shoplifting food and art stuff. He became obsessed with hunting down everyone he saw the day of his parents murder. He became so obsessed that he began to look up the similarities between his mother and father and his victims. He killed anyone who had the same birth-date of either of his parents...anyone who had the same first name, or middle name. Anyone who had been there that day...he remembered it clearly, he remembered any faces he saw, any license plate numbers, clothes, and even facial expressions. He remembered everything as if it was still happening...even to this day, after 13 years. He began killing relentlessly, leaving his signature of the bloody picture, for all to know. He became a huge signature killer, known to all the agencies and newspapers and citizens of France, as the "Blood Artist". He was currently the most wanted teenager in all of France. Then he left. He had accomplished his goal of killing all he remembered on that day. In total, he had killed 20 people, and he didn't regret a thing. Yes, many of them had taken hours to kill, and he even had serious injuries from most of the killings. Such results of killing at a young age. He was not strong enough to take on full grown adults...not yet at least. But he had accomplished it in the matter of 5 years. He left France at the age of 17, through a series of traveling by night and sleeping by day. Finally, after 1 year of traveling, he had reached New Pork. And he looked to join a gang in which he could become a ruthless killer...working without mercy or regret.
[Reputation >> Keep your distance if Sketch doesn't know you, or like you. He will not tolerate orders from any below him, and often grips people like a vice grip...without letting go. He'll listen to Kathryn as long as she seems sane, but doesn't respect anyone else...in all he has an down-right hatred for people. But he will still be partially sane if they are no threat to him.
[Age >> 18
[Gender >> Male
[Tribe >> WildCats
[Rank >>Beta (Diabla told me so xD)
[Nationality >> France
[Politics >> "If I don't like you, watch your back. Cuz I'll be watchin' you like a damn hawk. Freedom is what I like, so don't try to tie the knot with me anytime soon, or try to bind me with responsibilities. Don't mess with my friends, or I'll have your neck between my hands like a nail in a vice grip. I show some mercy, to those who beg for it...so get on your hands and knees and beg you pathetic dog."
[Romantic orientation >> Straight as hell, sorry guys. He will be interested in love eventually, though with a close friend. Not some paid-for sleeper or mail-order bride.
[Appearance >> Sketch is tall and slim with seemingly no muscle, but its there. Always hidden beneath a torn and tattered grey overcoat. He wears whatever he can find, except he always wears his overcoat. His hair is a dull black, and wild in many ways. It sticks up in all different directions, though he does nothing to help it. His muscles are more obvious in his arms, which are his strength, though he is still agile and fast. He has striking blue eyes which are speckled with grey, giving them a darker, more eerie tint.
[Attitude >> Sketch is a guy with various attitudes. To strangers, he is like a snake. Someone you can't turn your back on, and can't stand to stare in the eyes. He is cruel and relentless when he kills, often leaving time to torture and to extend the time he kills his victims to let their minds fill with horrors of what he would do...how long he would let them live. He loves to have power over the weak. To his friends, he is sociable yet tends to be on the quiet side. Sketch loves art, it is his obsession besides killing. His temper is quick and when released can hardly be stopped, except by his friends. He will remain loyal to his closest of friends, and will always be loyal to Kathryn for she is his gang master. And she made him beta...though they were not per say great friends. He would not harm her though, ever. And if it came down to it, he would protect her to the end. (aw..so sweet *rolls eyes*)
He carries with him spray paint and a paintbrush at all times, and never stops to think about vandalizing. He write poems with his art, and will recite them to people he trusts...which are few. They can be of anything, though death, violence, hatred, and pain were his main topics. He wrote about love sometimes, though it was hard for he had never felt love to wards anyone except his parents. And they were dead.
[Notable History >>His father was a mayor in France, and his mother was also in political status. He was named after the city of Dallas, Texas, oddly where his parents met and married. Yes, they were foreigners, but Sketch was born in France. He learned the language, but hardly speaks it for he hates the language severely. At the age of 5, both his parents were killed in a freak accident. Though, it was really a covered up assassination. (this will tie in later)Though he was young, he remembered it quite clearly, for he witnessed it. For 5 years he was shipped all around to various orphanages, never in one place for too long. As he was known to start fights, and often to mess people up both mentally and physically with both his fists and his almost psychotic drawings. Finally, he had had enough of those damn orphanages, and to this day hates them. He finally ran away, to go live on the streets. He joined a gang called The Tex's. He was treated like a piece of crap for many years, and often had bruises on his arms, legs and face, almost every part of his body. Twice, his arm was broken by the Gang leader after Sketch had challenged him. Though, he gained rank and was respected for his blunt bravery. He began to collect money, and soon had enough to pay for enough food for himself, and he even gave to his gang members. He also went from store to store and lifted art utensils, such as paper, brushes, spray paint and much more. He was caught once or twice, but the coppers let him go because of his age. At the age of 13, he committed murder. It was not an act of sudden rage, it was planned. It was a familiar face...one who had been there the day of his parents murder. He left his mark...painting of his victim on the ground next to him, in the man's own blood. The gang kicked him out, in fear that the coppers would track them, and put them in the slammer. He kept to the shadows, living off junk and from time to time shoplifting food and art stuff. He became obsessed with hunting down everyone he saw the day of his parents murder. He became so obsessed that he began to look up the similarities between his mother and father and his victims. He killed anyone who had the same birth-date of either of his parents...anyone who had the same first name, or middle name. Anyone who had been there that day...he remembered it clearly, he remembered any faces he saw, any license plate numbers, clothes, and even facial expressions. He remembered everything as if it was still happening...even to this day, after 13 years. He began killing relentlessly, leaving his signature of the bloody picture, for all to know. He became a huge signature killer, known to all the agencies and newspapers and citizens of France, as the "Blood Artist". He was currently the most wanted teenager in all of France. Then he left. He had accomplished his goal of killing all he remembered on that day. In total, he had killed 20 people, and he didn't regret a thing. Yes, many of them had taken hours to kill, and he even had serious injuries from most of the killings. Such results of killing at a young age. He was not strong enough to take on full grown adults...not yet at least. But he had accomplished it in the matter of 5 years. He left France at the age of 17, through a series of traveling by night and sleeping by day. Finally, after 1 year of traveling, he had reached New Pork. And he looked to join a gang in which he could become a ruthless killer...working without mercy or regret.
[Reputation >> Keep your distance if Sketch doesn't know you, or like you. He will not tolerate orders from any below him, and often grips people like a vice grip...without letting go. He'll listen to Kathryn as long as she seems sane, but doesn't respect anyone else...in all he has an down-right hatred for people. But he will still be partially sane if they are no threat to him.
