Post by Mortimer Edison on Aug 16, 2008 17:53:35 GMT -5
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` drop that 808
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>> and let's add some random shit.
name;; Bren
age;; 17
experience;; Only about five million years
time zone;; West Oz
password;; lawlawl no password.
` drop that 808
name;; Mortimer Edison
nicknames;; Mort, Death, Reaper
age;; 18
date of birth;; Fifth of September
species;; Demon
year;; Senior
sexual orientation;; Bisexual (more straight, but being bisexual lets him cause more havoc)
occupation;; Student
face claim;; Luca Nicola (http://www.modelmayhem.com/pics.php?id=782820 )
general appearance;; Standing at Five feet and 10 inches, Mort is the epitome of the phrase "looks that kill". His short, choppy, black-tinged blonde hair swoops to the side of his dark green eyes, and his pale skin contrasts against the black hoodie that he always wears. He's not very muscular, but is by no means scrawny.
A black and green tattoo of a snake starts on his left thigh, slithers its way around his torso, and ends on his right shoulder, as if whispering evil thoughts into his ear. He also has a tattoo of a shining red apple over where his heart should be.
general personality;; Quite simply, Mort is evil. A sadist, he likes to cause pain and suffering to everyone he comes across (both physically and emotionally), but does so in a controlled and calculated manner. Ultimately, though, all he really cares about is his own arse. If he feels threatened, he'll either attempt to eliminate the threat or skip town. Despite this, he is slightly masochistic, and his own pain only fuels his desire to bring pain to others. He is obssessed with death.
Mort is remarkable (and perhaps a little sociopathic) in his ability to change his personality depending on the situation. He can appear to be shy and withdrawn, loud and cocky, or sweet and sensitive. He positively reeks of charisma, and can usually charm himself out of almost every situation.
likes;;
- Inflicting pain
- Feeling pain
- Death
- Destruction
- Sex
- The dark
- Getting what he wants
- His scythe
dislikes;;
- Bright light
- Love (though he's good at disguising it)
- Heroics (again, disguises this)
- Not getting what he wants
fears;;
- Dying (only because it would stop him from causing any more pain)
- People figuring him out
quirks;;
- He almost always wears a black hooded jacket
- He almost always has a smirk on his face (as long as it fits his current personality)
secrets;;
- His scythe serves as a sort of security blanket
magyck;;
- The ability to manipulate and solidify shadows
- The ability to see in the dark
- The ability to transform into a snake or group of snakes. If he turns into one snake, it will be the same size as him, or he can transform various parts of his body into smaller snakes.
-The ability to create a scythe out of shadows
family members;;
- Rynette Yaseth (mother)
- Tanas Edison (father)
history;;
Mortimer Edison was born and raised in Los Angeles, and had a happy childhood. His parents, two very traditional demons, nurtured his natural obssession with death and causing pain, and taught their son how to indulge his hobbies without giving himself away.
However, the young demon's methods of torture started to deviate from the norm around the time he hit puberty. Rather than the standard usage of racks and whips, Mort was now seducing his prey... both female and male. This was very unorthodox for a male demon, and his father didn't exactly agree, but he couldn't possibly argue with the results.
Not only was this just as effective as the more traditional methods (if not moreso), it was discreet, and it reached a whole new "market," so to speak: emotions. Using this method, Mort could use his charms to pull in victims, cause them to love him, absolutely shatter their hearts, torture them physically, and finally kill them. He would force them to write a note about how they didn't feel worthy of him, and then use his powers to fake a suicide. It was perfect. So perfect, in fact, that by the time he turned sixteen he had murdered half his neighbourhood. He and his parents agreed that it was best for Mort to leave his home and reap lives elsewhere, and so they did what any loving family would do, and faked his death. Ever since then the young demon traveled North America, spreading death like a disease. And, funnily enough, all these victims had a nice big hickey on their necks. The Reaper's kiss of death. [lulz cliche >_<]
[The following is courtesy of Sav]
The one thing you could guarantee about a particular little bar in Louisiana was that it would always be full of wasted optometrists. It seemed to overflow with them. Among the optometrists, who always sang off-key renditions of Christmas songs, sat a woman who was trying to drink away her latest problem: family. Her ridiculously incompetent brother-in-law had called again. Her husband had been out, doing god knows what, so the boy left a message. All it included was incessant whining about some boy named Ezra—some name that was—and how he needed his brother to come to some-school-in-some-place at once. And hell if she was about to let that happen.
Sammii Knowell had been interfering with her new life too much. If it wasn’t about his parents, it was about school. If it wasn’t about school, it was about Ezra. If it wasn’t about Ezra, it was about missing his brother. So, she found herself slumped over at the counter, sipping her drink and trying to destroy any memory of him. God. The most annoying problem of his seemed to be Ezra. What she wouldn’t give to get rid of them both. It was about this time that Michael Hart waltzed in, charming as ever, and pried into her problems. Unfortunately, this being the same Michael Hart that fathered Ezra Hart, he had stories to share as well. And their hatred of him grew together as well as their friendship.
Mort, always accutely aware of his surroundings, just so happened to be sitting next to said couple and couldn’t drown out their chatter (or so he put it). So, twirling his glass in his fingers, he leaned over and invited himself into their business. A few more drinks later, and Cathy and Michael had developed a plan: have Mort bring Ezra back to them so they could finally end his life and get on with theirs. As pitiful as it was to Mort, he accepted—for a large sum of money, of course. Now at Winterthorne, he searches for said “Ezra Hart”...
post sample;;wuns a pon a tyme moret wuz crewzin on his motabyke wen he got his gunz owt nd sht orl teh nasi xombees ded nd went 2 town nd went 2 a bar nd gt layed nd had a sigrett and sed 'ah tis is teh live" lol!!!
` the walls begin to shake!
>> and let's add some random shit.
favorite cereal;; Cocopops (cocopuffs? whatever)
If your member was confronted by a member of the living dead, what would they do? Probably chill with them and smoke a blunt.
Deal or no deal? SEAL!
