Post by <3 Frosty <3 on Oct 18, 2009 10:06:19 GMT -6
Criminal Profile
Name: Warren
Faction: Himself, mostly
Rank: Demon
Gender: Male
Age: Who the hell knows?
Abilities: Warren's arms possess sharp sets of claws, which are razor sharp and tear through most materials with ease, including flesh. Furthermore, his spines on his back are filled with a noxious poison gas that can be released at will. These spines are also pointed at the ends and can be used to impale enemies. Additionally, he can retract some of his deformities to blend in a little better into society. While he no longer possesses the spines, his nails are still fairly sharp. Otherwise, he just looks really damned ugly.
Appearance: Warren appears somewhat humanoid for the most part, but with a very significant difference. His back is built in a different fashion than human spines. It is far more flexible than typical spines, allowing him to lean forward extraordinarily far and likewise backwards. Additionally, he possesses a second set of clawed arms, which typically dangle uselessly by his side. Along his curved back, spines stick up, their blackened glassy look contrasting with Warren's white skin. Other than these major differences, Warren looks almost human otherwise. His skin is cracked in places, looking much like an incomplete set of scale. Dark hair lies limply about his face, which is normal except for a long tongue that frequently makes its way out of his mouth and into the open air.
Personality: Snide and sarcastic, Warren is in the game for number one only. While he might do something for another, he isn't someone to be relied on. The act of assistance will most likely originate from a desire to improve himself or his own standing. Rules and laws are not any concern of his, and in fact, much like a rebellious teenager, he seeks to break those rules in any fashion he can so long as escape is still possible. A thing to note is that his sarcasm and remarks are something he truly cannot help. He enjoys tormenting others with what he says, but when its time to stop, he finds often that he simply can't.
History: His origin is not one Warren remembers well. He recalls mostly coming into being within the last hundred years or so via a mutation from his from his former self. He once was a very smooth looking man, judging from pictures kept in a cabinet, but at some point, all memory blanked from his mind, leaving him this grotesque shell of a man.
All he remembers of the event that turned him into his current form were the bright lights of the ceiling and the pain, the horrible, burning pain, in his arm, in his torso, in his mind. He could remember the hot nails of pain driven into his head, tormenting him for days, and then nothing, blackness, a dulled feeling of all his sense disconnected from his brain.
After that, nothing again. He had huge blanks during times he should have remembered. Because of this memory loss, he doesn't recall who or what did this change to him, but it doesn't faze him that much. He views it as part of his existence, merely a continuation of his previous self. He accepts his form and simply tries to move on with his immortality.