Post by scourge on Oct 8, 2012 22:32:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERSONAL FILE[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 8px; color: #FF0000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]HIGHLY CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIAL[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; border: 10px solid #FFFFEE;][/style][STYLE= color: #000000; background: #BBDD22; font-family: courier new; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; width: 296px; margin-left: 05px; font-weight: bold; padding: 02px;]GENERAL INFORMATION[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: Jordan Derisma ALIAS: Scourge GENDER: Male AGE: 17 OCCUPATION: Kidnapper, Murderer, Thief ALIGNMENT: Bad AFFILIATION(S): Rogue, No Affiliation[/style] [STYLE= color: #000000; background: #BBDD22; font-family: courier new; font-size: 15px; text-align: center; width: 296px; margin-left: 05px; font-weight: bold; padding: 02px;]PHYSICAL PROFILE[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]HEIGHT: 5’1” WEIGHT: 132 pounds EYES: Blue HAIR: Black CLASSIFICATION: Human UNUSUAL FEATURES: Faded scars along face and arms. BEHAVIOR PROFILE[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Turns out little Scourge has three personalities! A "kill all" side, a "silly me" and a "pity me" side. How great is that? The "kill all" side is pretty self explanitory. While on this side of his head, Scourge becomes rather malicious. He desires only one thing and one thing only, the death of others. He often carries knives around with him as he has never used a gun before and probably wouldn't know how to use one if he tried. Before he kills, he often enjoys terrorizing his victims, if he's just that far into his mood. This is not the time to show up and request an alliance, unless you wan't to die. The "silly me" side of Scourge is also self explanitory. Wait...all three of them are...anyway, if your looking for an alliance, this would be the best time to approach Scourge. Beware, though, Scourge switches personalities at random, it seems. On this side of his head, all Scourge wants to do is amuse himself. He may try multiple things, including more brutal murders then usual, dressing up his victims or something of the sort. The "pity me" side of his head is his more depressed, mental break down state. He often thinks about killing himself, though he rarily goes through with the plans. Attempted suicide seems to be an "every now and then" thing to Scourge. In this state, he simply accepts the world's cruelty and likely won't do anything about it. Very rarily has Scourge tried to bring himself out of such depression himself, yet it seems there is always something around to trigger his other personalities. Sometimes, Scourge just goes crazy, other times, he gets a lucky break of sanity. But either way, he's completely unpredictable. There's usually no way of knowing what he'll do next, even clues can't be relied on. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]DOCUMENTED HISTORY[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Jorden Derisma had always been a bit on the small size, perhaps thats what prompted the cruelty brought upon him by his parents. Well, atleast one of them. His father. His father always seemed to be drinking, but after some time of taking his beatings, Jorden had the faint sense that it wasn't the drinks. His father just seemed to hate him and was often arrested, though no one knew about poor, abused Jorden. He lived out most of his life alone, on the streets and with little, reliable friends. He had been born in Central City, though as life past, found he was more accepted in the Gothic land of Gotham. It seemed everyone hated him, especially as a child. Except his mother. His parents had always fought, and while his mother loved him, she was forced to stay away due to the sheer danger of her husband. Often Jorden wondered why they had even gotten married and figured it must have been forced on his dad's part. Highschool wasn't to bad, he had a few friends, strange friends...and by strange, they were probably mental. They often talked about killing people and destroying the world. Jorden had settled in with them so that everyone would be to scared to bully him, forcing himself to act like them and slowly dropping to their level, failing his classes and getting into verbal fights often, though he would always find a clever way to shy away from any physical confrontation. People began to call him insane, along with other things, and it wasn't just the students that were noticing. One day, the cops showed up at his house and went through all his stuff. Apparently the rumors had school had gone haywire. They seemed to think Jorden had a list of people he wanted to kill. He played it cool with the cops, thinking things like, I don't have a list now but if I did you would be at the top., along with other horrible things. When they sat down to ask him questions, finally finished with their little "search", Jorden allowed himself to relax into a seemingly amused position, talking to the cops with a smug expression. They soon left, but his father was still there. The beating had left scars, and Jorden soon found himself fearful every time he would get on the bus to head home from school. Some even called him paranoid. He adopted a constantly amused, unbothered attitude to hide his pain as he was forced to make up even more lies about himself to hide the bruises behind a crazy story, but it seemed people began to suspect things. The cops returned. His dad was extra angry that night. So angry, Jorden was afraid he may be killed. Thats when his mother couldn't seem to take it anymore. She stepped in and his father began taking his anger out on her. Jorden could do nothing but watch with a horrified expression, watching as the life bled from his mother and his father fled to house. Jorden slept next to his dead mother that night, terrified, grief stricken, and hate engulfed. He prayed for her to wake up while at the same time knowing she wouldn't, and vowing to avenge her. He set out under the name of Scourge, fueled by anger, and allowed himself to fall into mental dissaray. By the time he had found his father, Scourge was already wanted for several murders in several places. He had been sure to make his father suffer before he died, but Scourge wasn't done yet. Now he wanted the world punished, and then finally, himself. [/style] [STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]POWERS AND ABILITIES[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] KNOWN POWERS: Scourge has no known powers. KNOWN ABILITIES: Scourge isn't really an athlete, but his life on the streets has given him strength and speed, as well as a bit of combat ability. No one that lives alone on the streets can avoid many fights. Scourge is also quite clever, and a quick thinker, depending on what mood he's in. While he could never compare to the honed skills of Batman, Scourge is unusually adept in stealth, though that, too, is essential for a boy living in the alleys of Gotham.
STRENGTH LEVEL: Average for a boy of his age, Jorden could potentially lift 50 to 60 pounds. WEAKNESSES: Scourge has no powers, he's no meta human. He could never match up with the strength and speed of the League or Society's heavy hitters. His stamina is low, as well as his endurance. He could hardly take more then a few hits in any physical confrontation. He has fears and likes which could influence his emotions as any human, and his personalities can put him in horrible positions at times.
[STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]PARAPHERNALIA[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] EQUIPMENT:
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[/style] [STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]EXAMINATION RECORD[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]As usual, the night wasn't completly black. In fact, the city lights wavered high within the vast, star barren sky. While the moon was still bright, it's companion stars were no where to be found. This was the usual sight of the city. A bright moon and no stars. The faint light that lit up the dark streets was easily enough for Scourge to see by as he walked along, watching the pair of anonymous beings walk on. The teenager didn't know either of them, but if they were walking around this side of the street at such a late time of night then they must know how to handle themselves. Or they were just stupid. Either way, Scourge was wary. They wouldn't be here without reason and the man likely had a gun with him or some silly shit. After all, who didn't carry a gun around with them in Gotham at night? But then again, who was walking deserted streets in Gotham at night? Perhaps his second theory had been correct, but suddenly it was the first that seemed all the more likely. These people were out for something and were obviously confident in their abilities to defend themselves, or atleast, one of them was. Scourge pressed his hands into the pockets of his black, stolen hoodie and slipped a small switchblade from the thick fabric into his fingers, pulling it free of the wool and flicking the blade free. His other hand remained tucked in his pocket as saphire eyes scanned the pair from the shadows far behind. Suddenly, the man left the girl, a sense of urgency in his actions that suggested he was after something, or someone. Scourge smiled grimly. Leaving your girlfriend out in the dark of Gotham alone? Not a smart move. The teenage boy slipped closer on silent heels, careful not to kick up any loose gravel as he glided forth without a sound, sticking to the tremulous shadows to insure he wasn't spotted by the female. As he drew close enough as to where he could no longer hide, Scourge dropped his stealthy approach and walked into the open with a dark smile, the switchblade catching the low glint of a street light. "A bit late to be out here without your boyfriend eh?" His smooth voice stretched toward the ears of the girl as Scourge slid closer, still maintaining his sturdy footing and uncanny silence as his long stride pulled him into the girl's grasp. "That's okay. Lucky for you, there are other guys out there just waiting for little ladies like you to slide free." Scourge gave a small chuckle and raised an arm to the hard wall, pinning the girl between him and it. The knife in his other hand came up to slide lightly across her throat, barely touching skin as Scourge threatened the girl in an attempt to keep her from resisting his touch. He brough his face within inches of her own, sliding down the hand that pinned her to the wall and resting all hope that she didn't try to flee with the deadly blade brushing her flesh, eyes flickering with a hated malice the boy simply couldn't free himself from. His black hair brushed the sorrel of her own, his cheek rubbing across her own as he brought his lips to her ear as delicatly as a man that truly loved her was. That was all he wanted, all he ever wanted. Love. No one loved him, and if he couldn't get the love willingly, he would just have to take it. It was a sick fantasy, the life he lived, but Scourge couldn't stop himself, however much he wanted to. "Please don't feel bad, I love you. If it helps, you aren't the first, sadly, I could never leave them as witnesses. But they don't mind much now, no more misery, no more pain. They're in a better place, and I sent them there." He whispered in a soft, caring tone, sliding a strand of fallen hair behind her ear. She jerked away from him with wide brown eyes, her mouth opening in fear, Jorden knew what was coming, but he couldn't stop it in time, so he lurched back as the shrill cry rose into the air. "Jon!" Was the name she called out. Jorden gave the slightest flash of a smile. Jon, what an interesting name. "So now your boyfriend is gunna come to the rescue?" He sneered, pressing the knife into her throat and feeling a faint spark of sadness as a thin line of red welled around the metal to slide down her flesh. There was a commotion at the doorway of the building, and he turned his head to it, giving the girl enough time to throw her knee into a not so very comfortable place. Scourge staggered back with a gasp, but by some miracle, managed to maintain his feet, watching with a sudden look of horror at the man that stepped from the building. He wasn't the same guy that had gone in minutes earlier, that was for sure. He looked like a nightmare straight from a horror movie, his face hidden behind a mask of a scarecrow's quality, his hands clad in thich gauntlets that sported toxin filled needles from each finger. "He's not my boyfriend." The woman sneered back, slipping towards him as if he were any normal man. "Just your nightmare." Needles. Needles! Scourge stumbled backwards with a boyish squeel, his mind clouded with a sudden, deadly terror as he searched desperatly for an escape. The Scarecrow was closing on him with a sinister silence, as if what was to happen was inevitable and there was simply no need to rush the horrors that would come. As that shadow of the taller man shrouded him in the very corner he had pinned the girl, Scourge realized just how terrible a mistake he had made in challenging the master of fear. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center; font-family: courier new]subject examined by Doctor Cyber[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 40px;][STYLE=background-color: #f1e3b4; font-family: times new roman; font-size:30px; color: #404040; min-height: 150px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; moz-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 10px 10px 0px;]S C O U R G E[/style] |
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