Post by borac on Aug 27, 2009 19:33:49 GMT -6
Alias: The Ghoul
Name: Wilhelm Borac
Age:28
Gender: Male
Weight: 162 lbs
Height: 6'1"
Hair:Black
Eyes: Brown
Personality: A dangerously disturbed man. Through a combination of natural sociopathy and childhood abuse, Borac became a complete monster. He enjoys violence, has no empathy for others, and takes great pleasure in terrorizing, killing, and eventually eating his targets. He believes that when he eats a part of a person, he also consumes a part of their soul and gains some of their strength. How he arrived at this conclusion is a mystery to everyone around him, as there is no indication that he has ever met another cannibal, or is even aware that cannibal societies exist. He just seems to have decided this entirely on his own. But sociopaths have a knack for blending in, so he can easily pass for a normal human being in spite of his profound insanity. He lacks any sort of compassion, but he knows what people expect of him and is instinctively manipulative.
Physical Description: Thin but well-built, Borac tries not to stand out. He's about average height, and wears cheap, generic clothes when off-duty. While working, he wears a Milkman's uniform, which has the added advantage of being waterproof. This facade of normality is shattered by his scars. Burnmarks and scratches crisscross the entire left side of his face, and his left eye is a milky white.
History:
Borac was never really okay to begin with, and his home life didn't help. His parents were Drachman immigrants working in Xing, and they never really got off the ground. They moved around frequently, taking low-paying jobs and dodging bill collectors. Borac's father drank heavily, and often took out his frustrations on his son. Unfortunately for him, the boy was already pretty disturbed. One night when he was eight years old, he set the apartment on fire while his parents were asleep. He got out just fine, but his parents and several of their neighbors did not.
He lived on the streets for a few months before being taken in by a monk from a Shaolin temple. That temple has since acknowledged this as the single greatest mistake in their entire history. He spent ten years of his life training with them, and the monks continually tried (and failed) to solve Will's mental issues. In spite of their best efforts, his mental state continued to deteriorate. He injured several of his fellow students, but they still had hope for him until his tenth year at the temple. During a sparring match, Borac lost control and beat another student to death. Borac was banished from the temple, but managed to escape the authorities and stow away on a train to Central.
It was then that Borac discovered his true calling. His Amestrian was broken at best, but he soon learned that his skills were highly prized by the local criminal groups. Ten years of training had made him an extremely efficient killer, and now that he was unleashed on the streets he had plenty of practice. It was also about this time that Borac began to experiment with cannibalism. He had heard of some cultures that believe you can gain an enemy's strength by eating him, and it made sense to his fractured mind. Over time, he became more feared and, by extension, more expensive. After a few years in Central, he took a contract that was a bit more than he could handle. He killed the brother of a local mafia don, and the don was not amused. In retaliation, he set up Borac to be killed by a car bomb. But luck was with the assassin that day. Someone tried to steal the car he was supposed to use for the job. If Borac had been in the vehichle, he would have died. As it was, he was still hirt by the blast, losing an eye and getting scars on his face. But rumors spread that he was, in fact, still in the car, starting the legend that he was some sort of invincible monster. He has capitalized on these rumors, and business has never been better.
Other:
Weapons: Molotov cocktails (in his milk truck), butcher knife, scalpel set, Emei Piercers.
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
This contract was going to be a little tougher. The target knew he was wanted, had tried to cut himself off. No deliveries of any kind. Borac waited until 3 in the morning before heading over on foot. Slowly, he made a round, inspecting the house. There were bars over all the windows, and kicking down the door would alert his client too soon. Borac let out a sigh. There was only one way to do this, and he didn't like it. he should have just brought some cocktails and burned the place, but this was his best shot. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, then climbed up the gutter to the roof.
His slender body was an easy fit down the chimney. He was amazed that, after putting so much effort into security, his client had forgotten about that one weak point.
Then he felt a wire against his foot.
Borac dropped to the floor, with only a split second to spare as a shotgun went off at what would have been chest level. He could already hear his client stirring upstairs, most likely arming himself. Borac ran into the kitchen, and pulled himself up on top of the cabinets. Let him come he thought. It's been too long since i've played hide and seek.
Name: Wilhelm Borac
Age:28
Gender: Male
Weight: 162 lbs
Height: 6'1"
Hair:Black
Eyes: Brown
Personality: A dangerously disturbed man. Through a combination of natural sociopathy and childhood abuse, Borac became a complete monster. He enjoys violence, has no empathy for others, and takes great pleasure in terrorizing, killing, and eventually eating his targets. He believes that when he eats a part of a person, he also consumes a part of their soul and gains some of their strength. How he arrived at this conclusion is a mystery to everyone around him, as there is no indication that he has ever met another cannibal, or is even aware that cannibal societies exist. He just seems to have decided this entirely on his own. But sociopaths have a knack for blending in, so he can easily pass for a normal human being in spite of his profound insanity. He lacks any sort of compassion, but he knows what people expect of him and is instinctively manipulative.
Physical Description: Thin but well-built, Borac tries not to stand out. He's about average height, and wears cheap, generic clothes when off-duty. While working, he wears a Milkman's uniform, which has the added advantage of being waterproof. This facade of normality is shattered by his scars. Burnmarks and scratches crisscross the entire left side of his face, and his left eye is a milky white.
History:
Borac was never really okay to begin with, and his home life didn't help. His parents were Drachman immigrants working in Xing, and they never really got off the ground. They moved around frequently, taking low-paying jobs and dodging bill collectors. Borac's father drank heavily, and often took out his frustrations on his son. Unfortunately for him, the boy was already pretty disturbed. One night when he was eight years old, he set the apartment on fire while his parents were asleep. He got out just fine, but his parents and several of their neighbors did not.
He lived on the streets for a few months before being taken in by a monk from a Shaolin temple. That temple has since acknowledged this as the single greatest mistake in their entire history. He spent ten years of his life training with them, and the monks continually tried (and failed) to solve Will's mental issues. In spite of their best efforts, his mental state continued to deteriorate. He injured several of his fellow students, but they still had hope for him until his tenth year at the temple. During a sparring match, Borac lost control and beat another student to death. Borac was banished from the temple, but managed to escape the authorities and stow away on a train to Central.
It was then that Borac discovered his true calling. His Amestrian was broken at best, but he soon learned that his skills were highly prized by the local criminal groups. Ten years of training had made him an extremely efficient killer, and now that he was unleashed on the streets he had plenty of practice. It was also about this time that Borac began to experiment with cannibalism. He had heard of some cultures that believe you can gain an enemy's strength by eating him, and it made sense to his fractured mind. Over time, he became more feared and, by extension, more expensive. After a few years in Central, he took a contract that was a bit more than he could handle. He killed the brother of a local mafia don, and the don was not amused. In retaliation, he set up Borac to be killed by a car bomb. But luck was with the assassin that day. Someone tried to steal the car he was supposed to use for the job. If Borac had been in the vehichle, he would have died. As it was, he was still hirt by the blast, losing an eye and getting scars on his face. But rumors spread that he was, in fact, still in the car, starting the legend that he was some sort of invincible monster. He has capitalized on these rumors, and business has never been better.
Other:
Weapons: Molotov cocktails (in his milk truck), butcher knife, scalpel set, Emei Piercers.
--SAMPLE ROLEPLAY--
This contract was going to be a little tougher. The target knew he was wanted, had tried to cut himself off. No deliveries of any kind. Borac waited until 3 in the morning before heading over on foot. Slowly, he made a round, inspecting the house. There were bars over all the windows, and kicking down the door would alert his client too soon. Borac let out a sigh. There was only one way to do this, and he didn't like it. he should have just brought some cocktails and burned the place, but this was his best shot. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, then climbed up the gutter to the roof.
His slender body was an easy fit down the chimney. He was amazed that, after putting so much effort into security, his client had forgotten about that one weak point.
Then he felt a wire against his foot.
Borac dropped to the floor, with only a split second to spare as a shotgun went off at what would have been chest level. He could already hear his client stirring upstairs, most likely arming himself. Borac ran into the kitchen, and pulled himself up on top of the cabinets. Let him come he thought. It's been too long since i've played hide and seek.
