Post by Lady Ðeadly on May 6, 2010 7:39:57 GMT -8
UNDER CONSTRUCTION |
Number/Name:
Lewis - 80
Number Placement:
Back
Gender:
Male
Years since Creation:
4 years
Date of Creation:
April 24th
Alignment:
Traitor
Height:
8 inches
Fabric:
Cotton
Metal:
Copper
Anomalies:
6 arms~
2 are normal
2 have magnets in the palm for disorienting prey~
and the last 2 are for shredding his prey~ Accessories:
Cape
Abilities:
Skilled at shredding and slicing prey.
Weapon(s):
Enormous claws at the end of arms and a set of magnets in another.
Appearance:
Made by Chaos 1001 on Deviantart~ <3
Personality:
Ah how to describe one such as Lewis? In life he was a killer, he very much enjoyed the hunt, the kill, the maiming, and glorified in the carnage.
But, now much to his disgust, he is a stitch punk. This immediately offset his personality , almost a reversal, all he love is gone, there is no pleasure in ripping cloth, he didn’t care about his victims screams , all those things he had completely disregarded now full circle, occupied his unsure career.
He no longer cares for killing, he has become childish and angry at eh fact he lost what he believed to be his humanity. His new preoccupation is to toy with those around him, collecting so called “toys” as he calls the others. He clings to the fact he can still cause fear, dread and death around but no longer takes the same happiness into it as he did before.
Lewis is single minded, tunnel vision to the point of recklessness as the doctors said, he is also very possessive of his “toys” if he claims on to be his favorite, he will protect in jealous avarice from all others who would sully his “belongings”.
Lewis also despises children, and children-making. He would never choose a child to be his toy, in fact he finds children repulsive and unwanted.
He also hates magnets, and the side effects of such objects, particularly the ones he posses in his hands, he keeps far away from his head.
Lewis has also recently developed a sort of nihilism toward life. In particularly grouchy and short-tempered, hes not the sort of person you'd want to be around for a long time.
Other Information:
It starts in the mind. Lewis grew up in a normal home, with a family, a mother, a father, a sister. But then it started. A new passion. For dissection animals. It started out with frogs. Then mice then birds then cats …and finally. People. He loved the smell, the look, the taste of blood, guts, sinew and generally , decay. He gloried in it. Until he was caught, but by then the deed was done. He was now an orphan with no siblings. But that didn’t bother him. He never liked them anyways. They had asked too many questions. So he was send to a penitentiary. At the peak of the war human experimentation was in full swing, Not that Lewis cared much…he was having too much…fun…with the other inmates.
Then came his turn.
They strapped him down, which he thought was silly. He never did struggle. But the guards and the scientists all smelled…all reeked of fear. A lovely rapture of an aroma~ Fear.
Then. Nothing.
...
Ah how to describe one such as Lewis? In life he was a killer, he very much enjoyed the hunt, the kill, the maiming, and glorified in the carnage.
But, now much to his disgust, he is a stitch punk. This immediately offset his personality , almost a reversal, all he love is gone, there is no pleasure in ripping cloth, he didn’t care about his victims screams , all those things he had completely disregarded now full circle, occupied his unsure career.
He no longer cares for killing, he has become childish and angry at eh fact he lost what he believed to be his humanity. His new preoccupation is to toy with those around him, collecting so called “toys” as he calls the others. He clings to the fact he can still cause fear, dread and death around but no longer takes the same happiness into it as he did before.
Lewis is single minded, tunnel vision to the point of recklessness as the doctors said, he is also very possessive of his “toys” if he claims on to be his favorite, he will protect in jealous avarice from all others who would sully his “belongings”.
Lewis also despises children, and children-making. He would never choose a child to be his toy, in fact he finds children repulsive and unwanted.
He also hates magnets, and the side effects of such objects, particularly the ones he posses in his hands, he keeps far away from his head.
Lewis has also recently developed a sort of nihilism toward life. In particularly grouchy and short-tempered, hes not the sort of person you'd want to be around for a long time.
Other Information:
It starts in the mind. Lewis grew up in a normal home, with a family, a mother, a father, a sister. But then it started. A new passion. For dissection animals. It started out with frogs. Then mice then birds then cats …and finally. People. He loved the smell, the look, the taste of blood, guts, sinew and generally , decay. He gloried in it. Until he was caught, but by then the deed was done. He was now an orphan with no siblings. But that didn’t bother him. He never liked them anyways. They had asked too many questions. So he was send to a penitentiary. At the peak of the war human experimentation was in full swing, Not that Lewis cared much…he was having too much…fun…with the other inmates.
Then came his turn.
They strapped him down, which he thought was silly. He never did struggle. But the guards and the scientists all smelled…all reeked of fear. A lovely rapture of an aroma~ Fear.
Then. Nothing.
...