Post by Xelfron on Aug 13, 2009 23:07:52 GMT -5
Break These Chains
They Can't Take Our Rights
Name:Xelfron
Age:17
Species: Nobody
Personality: Psychotic. The one word that could explain Xelfron's entire personality. There are very few time's when he is not using that twisted mind of his to plot some gruesome, or twisted plan. He is always trying to lure people into his own games, and let them play, using his twisted pleasure to twist things around. He is very manipulative.
What game are you from/or are you a OC:OC
History:Born into a wealthy family, Xelfron, lead a very spoiled childhood. His father the owner of a chain of shops, and his mother stayed home to care for little baby, Xelfron. As his father would work, his mother would spoil the child with whatever he wanted, money to them was no big deal. As he grew older, he began to get fascinated with card tricks, magic tricks, and varies con games. Even when he was wealthy he enjoyed to rob the other kids he would 'hang' out with. Always taking there money, and never giving back.
His greedy behavior caught up with him when he was caught one day coning a boy twice his age. The boy may not have been the brightest, but he was a strong kid. In retaliation the boy began to beat Xelfron senseless, only to be stopped minutes, which seemed like hours to the boy, later by an adult. Charges were not pressed, and the boy disappeared from everyone's life after a while.
On his twelfth birthday, Xelfron was returning home from a movie with his family. Out of no where a beggar came out from an ally, begging for money. In return, Xelfron's father disgraced the man, mocking him, which sent the beggar back to his alleyway. As the days past things around the house seemed to grow quieter. There was something eerie about the place. But everyone's suspicions were put to rest. One night, Xelfron heard a bang, the front door had been kicked open. He heard the footsteps of three different people. The voice of the beggar could be heard.
A gunshot erupted, and the cries of his mother, and father could be heard from the living room. Scared, the boy hid under his bedroom. As the seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours nothing had happened. No one had swept this boy's room, nothing. No noise or anything at all. Even being scared out of his mind he decided to leave the comfort of his room. As he made his way downstairs he saw the mangled bodies of his parents. Both had been cut apart, whoever killed them wanted them to suffer.
Seeing the mangled bodies of his parents messed with the boy's mind. he soon left the house, only wearing his blood stained shirt, and just wandered around aimlessly. The only feeling he had was hatred. As his journey continued he began to see the true face of the world. He saw how much impurity this world held. He had been sheltered from it all his entire life. He never knew how much suffering this world brought. He soon turned into a criminal and began to live off of stealing, and continuing to work his con games.
As the months turned to years Xelfron's wealth began to add up. He had grown very good at his con games. Nothing seemed like it could get in his way, nothing but one thing that was present. His psychotic behavior. He had gone through many stages of depression over a very long period of time. He enjoyed seeing people suffer now. If he were to rob a house, he would torture his victims for a small amount of time. Ripping nails, cutting off small body parts. Doing anything he could to see them scream in pain. The local authorities never were able to truly catch on, or even come close to catching him. But soon a new force would bring Xelfron to justice.
He was seventeen when the first attack had happened. The word Heartless struck fear into most people's ears now, and being out on the street did not help. Xelfron was not scared, he was void of that emotion. As he wandered the streets one night a group of heartless had emerged, and they quickly began their assault on the tormented young adult. Without much fight, the heartless one, turning Xelfron into a Nobody.
Face Claim:Near from Death Note
Name:Xelfron
Age:17
Species: Nobody
Personality: Psychotic. The one word that could explain Xelfron's entire personality. There are very few time's when he is not using that twisted mind of his to plot some gruesome, or twisted plan. He is always trying to lure people into his own games, and let them play, using his twisted pleasure to twist things around. He is very manipulative.
What game are you from/or are you a OC:OC
History:Born into a wealthy family, Xelfron, lead a very spoiled childhood. His father the owner of a chain of shops, and his mother stayed home to care for little baby, Xelfron. As his father would work, his mother would spoil the child with whatever he wanted, money to them was no big deal. As he grew older, he began to get fascinated with card tricks, magic tricks, and varies con games. Even when he was wealthy he enjoyed to rob the other kids he would 'hang' out with. Always taking there money, and never giving back.
His greedy behavior caught up with him when he was caught one day coning a boy twice his age. The boy may not have been the brightest, but he was a strong kid. In retaliation the boy began to beat Xelfron senseless, only to be stopped minutes, which seemed like hours to the boy, later by an adult. Charges were not pressed, and the boy disappeared from everyone's life after a while.
On his twelfth birthday, Xelfron was returning home from a movie with his family. Out of no where a beggar came out from an ally, begging for money. In return, Xelfron's father disgraced the man, mocking him, which sent the beggar back to his alleyway. As the days past things around the house seemed to grow quieter. There was something eerie about the place. But everyone's suspicions were put to rest. One night, Xelfron heard a bang, the front door had been kicked open. He heard the footsteps of three different people. The voice of the beggar could be heard.
A gunshot erupted, and the cries of his mother, and father could be heard from the living room. Scared, the boy hid under his bedroom. As the seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours nothing had happened. No one had swept this boy's room, nothing. No noise or anything at all. Even being scared out of his mind he decided to leave the comfort of his room. As he made his way downstairs he saw the mangled bodies of his parents. Both had been cut apart, whoever killed them wanted them to suffer.
Seeing the mangled bodies of his parents messed with the boy's mind. he soon left the house, only wearing his blood stained shirt, and just wandered around aimlessly. The only feeling he had was hatred. As his journey continued he began to see the true face of the world. He saw how much impurity this world held. He had been sheltered from it all his entire life. He never knew how much suffering this world brought. He soon turned into a criminal and began to live off of stealing, and continuing to work his con games.
As the months turned to years Xelfron's wealth began to add up. He had grown very good at his con games. Nothing seemed like it could get in his way, nothing but one thing that was present. His psychotic behavior. He had gone through many stages of depression over a very long period of time. He enjoyed seeing people suffer now. If he were to rob a house, he would torture his victims for a small amount of time. Ripping nails, cutting off small body parts. Doing anything he could to see them scream in pain. The local authorities never were able to truly catch on, or even come close to catching him. But soon a new force would bring Xelfron to justice.
He was seventeen when the first attack had happened. The word Heartless struck fear into most people's ears now, and being out on the street did not help. Xelfron was not scared, he was void of that emotion. As he wandered the streets one night a group of heartless had emerged, and they quickly began their assault on the tormented young adult. Without much fight, the heartless one, turning Xelfron into a Nobody.
Face Claim:Near from Death Note
We will fight
Weapons: Xelfron has an arsenal of varies torture devices in a hidden shack that only he knows the location too, but it has been used numerous times. With him as an actual weapon he uses razor wire and a whip.
Powers:Xelfron is able to slow down time for a small amount of time. It was a technique he learned how to use while torturing victims. He can also open dark portals. Xelfron is also able to increase the length of his whip to extend to a fairly long length
How did you find us:I'm Riku.
Custom Title:[red]Tormented Torture[/red]
Sample RP:Crunch. "AHHHH, PLEASE. PLEASE STOP. I have a family, I have kids. PLEASE!" Yelled the man as he watched two of his fingers on one hand get crushed. The bones inside of his fingers had shattered.
"Kids? Kids you say?" Xelfron's eyebrows began to raise and he let the strap on one of the man's legs go.
"Yes, kids. Please, if I can go I promise nothing will be said. I will keep quiet. I just want to see them again. Please," the man pleaded.
"Your kids will never see your face again, you ungrateful bastard. I'll make sure to tell them their daddy misses them, right before I cleanse this world of them." His voice echoed throughout the room. He knew the man was praying that someone would hear, but it was impossible. The room they were in was very secure, almost no sound would exit this room, and even if it did no one was within a mile radius, it was only them two. Xelfron reached over to the table next to him, pulling a bloody strip of razor wire to his hands. "Ahh," he grinned ripping the razor wire along the man's thigh. Blood oozed out.
The smell of urine filled the air as the man, who was tied up to the chair let himself go. He was scared. Scared was an understatement for this man's emotions. Another slash was made on the man's right arm. He avoided the veins, he did not want to kill the man. "Make it stop, please, make it stop," the man continued to whimper.
"Fine, I will." Xelfron muttered as he turned to walk away. A shout of joy could be heard from the man. "Thank you, i'm sorry. I will not speak a wo-," he cut himself off. He saw the white haired, adult return with a rod. It was glowing red hot. "N...N....No, You said it would stop."
"Ohhh, I thought you meant the bleeding," Xelfron chuckled as he set the rod against the wound on the man's thigh, it cauterized it, stopping the bleeding. The man's cries of pain died quickly as he past out in shock. "No. None of that now." He muttered as he picked up the bucket, splashing the man with ice cold water, waking him up in screams. The blood washed away from the body as the water made contact. "Tired? We have only just begun."
Password:lifestream
Weapons: Xelfron has an arsenal of varies torture devices in a hidden shack that only he knows the location too, but it has been used numerous times. With him as an actual weapon he uses razor wire and a whip.
Powers:Xelfron is able to slow down time for a small amount of time. It was a technique he learned how to use while torturing victims. He can also open dark portals. Xelfron is also able to increase the length of his whip to extend to a fairly long length
How did you find us:I'm Riku.
Custom Title:[red]Tormented Torture[/red]
Sample RP:Crunch. "AHHHH, PLEASE. PLEASE STOP. I have a family, I have kids. PLEASE!" Yelled the man as he watched two of his fingers on one hand get crushed. The bones inside of his fingers had shattered.
"Kids? Kids you say?" Xelfron's eyebrows began to raise and he let the strap on one of the man's legs go.
"Yes, kids. Please, if I can go I promise nothing will be said. I will keep quiet. I just want to see them again. Please," the man pleaded.
"Your kids will never see your face again, you ungrateful bastard. I'll make sure to tell them their daddy misses them, right before I cleanse this world of them." His voice echoed throughout the room. He knew the man was praying that someone would hear, but it was impossible. The room they were in was very secure, almost no sound would exit this room, and even if it did no one was within a mile radius, it was only them two. Xelfron reached over to the table next to him, pulling a bloody strip of razor wire to his hands. "Ahh," he grinned ripping the razor wire along the man's thigh. Blood oozed out.
The smell of urine filled the air as the man, who was tied up to the chair let himself go. He was scared. Scared was an understatement for this man's emotions. Another slash was made on the man's right arm. He avoided the veins, he did not want to kill the man. "Make it stop, please, make it stop," the man continued to whimper.
"Fine, I will." Xelfron muttered as he turned to walk away. A shout of joy could be heard from the man. "Thank you, i'm sorry. I will not speak a wo-," he cut himself off. He saw the white haired, adult return with a rod. It was glowing red hot. "N...N....No, You said it would stop."
"Ohhh, I thought you meant the bleeding," Xelfron chuckled as he set the rod against the wound on the man's thigh, it cauterized it, stopping the bleeding. The man's cries of pain died quickly as he past out in shock. "No. None of that now." He muttered as he picked up the bucket, splashing the man with ice cold water, waking him up in screams. The blood washed away from the body as the water made contact. "Tired? We have only just begun."
Password:lifestream
