Post by Dante Lazarus on Jun 2, 2007 23:09:00 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Dante Lazarus
Age: 16
Height: 5'7 ft
Weight: 145 Pounds
Blood Type: O
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye Color: His right is Red, but his left eye is black with a yellow slitted Iris.
Hair: Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Meditation, dissecting animals or on the rare occasion, people.
Talents: Perfect hand eye coordination despite one eye is always covered and great knowledge of the human body.
Favorite things: blood, knifes and human biology.
Mental Information
Personality: Cold and distant, he usually never speaks but when he does his voice comes out rough and even (He sounds like Gaara from naruto, god i love that voice). He cares little to nothing for other people and regularly kills people at night if he feels the need to validate his monotonous existence. Dante does not trust anyone, he has that demented paranoia that comes from knowing over one hundred ways someone could kill you. Blood fascinates him to no end, almost to the point where it becomes erotic, he takes pain and blood in and relishes them, only whilst in causing or feeling pain, does he feel truly alive. As for school he does not love nor hate the system, he sees it as just another irrelevant thing and as long as it does not effect him personally he could care less.
Mentality: Unstable, suffers from insomnia, and masochistic tendencies. Very violent and easily pushed over the edge.
Ideal: He hates everyone and every thing, humans are pathetic and treacherous creatures, ones that should be annihilated. He holds no sympathy for the weak or injured and will kill you without a second thought should you get in his whey.
Belief: None, he hates religion and the false hope it brings.
Physical Information
Build: Muscular and low on body fat so his muscles are well defined. His skin is pale and smooth like porcelain.
Head: His hair is messy and hangs to his eyes, his eyes have Black rings around them from his insomnia.
Torso: Muscles and ribs are visible.
Arms: Long and and thin, which only extenuates his muscles,. his hands and wrists are rough and callous, covered in numerous scars.
Legs: pale and thin showing his muscles much like his arms, there is a fool long scar on leg running down his artery.
Feet: A long time ago he hammered six nails into each foot, they are still there and are visible from the top.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: A Black bandanna covers his left eye.
Shirts: A Black vest that hangs to his knees, but splits at the front from his torso downward showing his four pack.
Pants: Black denim jeans that cling to his thin frame.
Shoes: Combat boots with steel plates coating them.
Misc: Has many Scars on his wrists but two stand out more, almost black on his right that criss cross in the shape of an X.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Free style
Years Practiced: Always
Description of style: He has no coordinated movement, he fights on instinct, often copying the moves of his enemy.
History Information
History:
He grew up in a bad home, his mother died at birth leaving his last two family members who where left to take care of him, His Father and his mothers brother, resenting him. His father openly showed his hate, beating him to near death for even the smallest thing or for no reason at all, his uncle tried to play happy but the deep seated hate was still there, Dante was completely unaware of it. When he was five his father snapped, and in a drunken rage almost killed him beating him with a bat, his father passed out and died of alcohol poisoning before he could finish him off. After getting out of hospital he moved in with his uncle who lived near by, he thought things where getting better, no more beatings no more senseless punishment, he was contented. But it didn't last for ever, when Dante was six his uncle had to work late so he was left home alone, at midnight he left bed to get a drink when a man in a mask broke into the house and tried to kill him with a switch blade. He grabbed a near by knife and defended himself, stabbing his attacker in the lung but obtained his own wound on his leg, cutting down his artery.
After the fight he crawled over to the gasping body and pulled of his mask, it was his uncle. Dante was mortified at why his uncle tried to kill him, his uncle had said, "I always hated you. you took away my sister, i tried to love you for her sake but... just looking at you, fills me with rage. No one has ever loved you!" he had spoke in such a calm voice, it was to much for him and he passed out sobbing, from shock and blood loss. When he awoke he was in the hospital, but he didn't care, he didn't care where he was or that he was alive, the words of his uncle had left him hollow. He was put into an orphanage after he was discharged for the hospital, and was made to go to weekly therapy sessions. He never spoke one word for the next three years, even when he was Beeton up by other kids, the therapy sessions stopped after six months since he never talked at them.
Two months after he turned nine, he was walking back to the orphanage from his school when he was attacked by five older kids, the beat him for a whole hour but he was still standing, the leader of the group had had enough and picked up a brick and swung at Dante's head. It never hit, He stood there head down, on wavering knees, his right arm raised taking the blow it was fractured for sure but it didn't matter to him, he had had enough abuse and suffering, he had snapped. He attacked the boys mercilessly, grinning psychotically as he ended the life of each one, when he got around to the last one, laying on the concrete ground bleeding and battered, Dante spoke for the first time in years, "Die!" and proceeded to crush the kids head with his foot. The police still haven't found out who killed them, nor the one responsible for the various gory deaths that had occasionally occurred throughout the city since then. Since the fight with the kids his left eye had changed color, he doesn't know why but keeps it hidden under a bandanna.
This was how things continued, he still never talked to any one, when he was 15 he left the orphanage to live alone, his apartment was small but it was enough. He had left his old school when he had moved from the orphanage not really caring where he went, it was irrelevant, as long as there where people to kill.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Studio apartment
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Name: Dante Lazarus
Age: 16
Height: 5'7 ft
Weight: 145 Pounds
Blood Type: O
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eye Color: His right is Red, but his left eye is black with a yellow slitted Iris.
Hair: Black
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Meditation, dissecting animals or on the rare occasion, people.
Talents: Perfect hand eye coordination despite one eye is always covered and great knowledge of the human body.
Favorite things: blood, knifes and human biology.
Mental Information
Personality: Cold and distant, he usually never speaks but when he does his voice comes out rough and even (He sounds like Gaara from naruto, god i love that voice). He cares little to nothing for other people and regularly kills people at night if he feels the need to validate his monotonous existence. Dante does not trust anyone, he has that demented paranoia that comes from knowing over one hundred ways someone could kill you. Blood fascinates him to no end, almost to the point where it becomes erotic, he takes pain and blood in and relishes them, only whilst in causing or feeling pain, does he feel truly alive. As for school he does not love nor hate the system, he sees it as just another irrelevant thing and as long as it does not effect him personally he could care less.
Mentality: Unstable, suffers from insomnia, and masochistic tendencies. Very violent and easily pushed over the edge.
Ideal: He hates everyone and every thing, humans are pathetic and treacherous creatures, ones that should be annihilated. He holds no sympathy for the weak or injured and will kill you without a second thought should you get in his whey.
Belief: None, he hates religion and the false hope it brings.
Physical Information
Build: Muscular and low on body fat so his muscles are well defined. His skin is pale and smooth like porcelain.
Head: His hair is messy and hangs to his eyes, his eyes have Black rings around them from his insomnia.
Torso: Muscles and ribs are visible.
Arms: Long and and thin, which only extenuates his muscles,. his hands and wrists are rough and callous, covered in numerous scars.
Legs: pale and thin showing his muscles much like his arms, there is a fool long scar on leg running down his artery.
Feet: A long time ago he hammered six nails into each foot, they are still there and are visible from the top.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: A Black bandanna covers his left eye.
Shirts: A Black vest that hangs to his knees, but splits at the front from his torso downward showing his four pack.
Pants: Black denim jeans that cling to his thin frame.
Shoes: Combat boots with steel plates coating them.
Misc: Has many Scars on his wrists but two stand out more, almost black on his right that criss cross in the shape of an X.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Free style
Years Practiced: Always
Description of style: He has no coordinated movement, he fights on instinct, often copying the moves of his enemy.
History Information
History:
He grew up in a bad home, his mother died at birth leaving his last two family members who where left to take care of him, His Father and his mothers brother, resenting him. His father openly showed his hate, beating him to near death for even the smallest thing or for no reason at all, his uncle tried to play happy but the deep seated hate was still there, Dante was completely unaware of it. When he was five his father snapped, and in a drunken rage almost killed him beating him with a bat, his father passed out and died of alcohol poisoning before he could finish him off. After getting out of hospital he moved in with his uncle who lived near by, he thought things where getting better, no more beatings no more senseless punishment, he was contented. But it didn't last for ever, when Dante was six his uncle had to work late so he was left home alone, at midnight he left bed to get a drink when a man in a mask broke into the house and tried to kill him with a switch blade. He grabbed a near by knife and defended himself, stabbing his attacker in the lung but obtained his own wound on his leg, cutting down his artery.
After the fight he crawled over to the gasping body and pulled of his mask, it was his uncle. Dante was mortified at why his uncle tried to kill him, his uncle had said, "I always hated you. you took away my sister, i tried to love you for her sake but... just looking at you, fills me with rage. No one has ever loved you!" he had spoke in such a calm voice, it was to much for him and he passed out sobbing, from shock and blood loss. When he awoke he was in the hospital, but he didn't care, he didn't care where he was or that he was alive, the words of his uncle had left him hollow. He was put into an orphanage after he was discharged for the hospital, and was made to go to weekly therapy sessions. He never spoke one word for the next three years, even when he was Beeton up by other kids, the therapy sessions stopped after six months since he never talked at them.
Two months after he turned nine, he was walking back to the orphanage from his school when he was attacked by five older kids, the beat him for a whole hour but he was still standing, the leader of the group had had enough and picked up a brick and swung at Dante's head. It never hit, He stood there head down, on wavering knees, his right arm raised taking the blow it was fractured for sure but it didn't matter to him, he had had enough abuse and suffering, he had snapped. He attacked the boys mercilessly, grinning psychotically as he ended the life of each one, when he got around to the last one, laying on the concrete ground bleeding and battered, Dante spoke for the first time in years, "Die!" and proceeded to crush the kids head with his foot. The police still haven't found out who killed them, nor the one responsible for the various gory deaths that had occasionally occurred throughout the city since then. Since the fight with the kids his left eye had changed color, he doesn't know why but keeps it hidden under a bandanna.
This was how things continued, he still never talked to any one, when he was 15 he left the orphanage to live alone, his apartment was small but it was enough. He had left his old school when he had moved from the orphanage not really caring where he went, it was irrelevant, as long as there where people to kill.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of resident: Studio apartment
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandanna | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
