Joined: 28 Mar 2007
Posts: 2
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Quick Glance****
Name: Jake Newman
Age: Unknown
Ethnicity: White
Gender: Male
Birthplace: NYC
Known Conditions: Extreme Sociopath and minor Schizophrenia, both remain untreated.
Occupation: Mercenary/Bounty Hunter
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Background:
Jake Newman is one whom can be considered just another lost soul. Bound by invisible shackles to walk the dilapidated alleys of Midian. He can easily be swept into the line of the mentally insane, but in a sense which is no more noticeable on first glance then a piercing in a prostitutes crotch. As he grew up he was tormented with thoughts of violent actions, progressively worsening as he grew out of his teenage years, but it wasn't until the almost demise of man for his mind to fully click into abnormality... As he found in this new world of masqueraded martial law he could essentially do what he wanted.
Jake had turned into what anyone would consider the epitome of a sociopath, so manipulative and twisted that he can maniuplate his own abnormal brain function to seem almost normal, until he chooses to truly let go. As he spiraled into the abyss of drugs and crimes those violent thoughts turned out to be more like premonitions as his 'fantasies' unfolded with each brutal killing on the mainland. A pastor had taken pity on Jake's 'demonic soul' and, after he had murdered one of the last government aids in his home town and strung him up through his throat in the center of town, the pastor offered him an island of "hellish bliss," decreeing that Jake would feel much more welcome and at home...
Shipped by night in a paddle boat, he entered the void which had been censored from the map... And now he stands, ready to use his new playground to follow his deeds.
His new surroundings have done no good for his mental health. As each day new fantasies arise fueling ideas for how he would strike, feeding to his arsenal. He had become a silent stalker, waiting in the shadows, withonly the glint of a blade to reveal his position.. just before the blade flows red with the victims blood to a number of tools, leaving him hundreds of feet from the scene, as someone lay in a pool of their own fluids.
It wasn't long before Jake realized the illicit market was not so underground in this city of soul-less angels, and that his crude and otherwise grotesque fantasies could be fulfilled.. for a cost. He almost immediately noticed the fact that large gangs had swarmed the area and that each we out for each others demise, giving him the most opportune place to set up the bloodiest venue one can...
//Much more info is going to be developed, and I'll probably post it here, but I'm going to need you (maybe not so) kind people to help me shape'm! =) // |
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