Post by birthday on Mar 9, 2012 20:46:28 GMT -5
Name: Nyne
Age: 21
Sexuality: bisexual
Gender: Male
Rank: Doctor
Appearance: Nyne has pitch-black hair that falls into the two emeralds he calls eyes. Underneath his soft feathery layers his ears are nests to two sparkling diamonds. He wears a typical white lab coat as the other scientists, though his has become more red than white by now. Underneath, though rarely seen he wears a green dress shirt and black dress pants always having that of an upper-class appearance. He stands 6'4 in height and a very thin never had much muscle body. He is usually always seen wearing a smile. A twisted smile that worn by a madman. He also is always moving his hands. He always has to move them or do something with them such as touching other people or playing with his hair.
Picture: ((Shall be drawn soon! xD))
Personality: Nyne is above and beyond sadistic. He loves killing, he loves blood, he loves pain, he loves bite marks, he loves scars, he loves the idea of humans, of things suffering before him. He is also above and beyond insane. Nyne doesn't consider himself a human. He considers himself an other. A demon. He is very manipulative. He can manipulate anyone into doing what he desires. Nyne is always thinking outside the box, never normal. His mind is far beyond sane. Nyne never respects personal space. Also Nyne has a very odd alien-like quality to him. He has a fondness of roses and music. He has only had actual feelings toward one person and because of that person he has vowed never to rely on anyone again. Very dominant.
History: Not much is to be known about Nyne's history. He has always kept it to himself and most people who grew up with him have died. A known thing is he was an experiment at one time. He used to be a very sweet little boy not much afraid of scientists and experiments done on him despite the stories told for it was his home. He grew up very close to a girl who was a few years older. She had been that of a lover to him. Though when the time came she betrayed him and he never forgave her. How she betrayed him is not known but for some reason Nyne was not allowed to become a professor. Though currently he loves his job as a doctor.
Role play sample: Nyne sat in his room twirling his hair around his slender finger. "I'm so bored. Why isn't anyone coming to the medical wing anymore. Or at least not coming to me." Nyne sighed and glanced at his lab coat covered in stains. "Am I too harsh? No, no. Maybe its just the lab coat. No one wants a dirty doctor who can't even take care of himself." Nyne got up from his bed and walked over to a vase and picked up a rose out of it. "So beautiful." He stroked its petals softly. "An elegant flower a sign of love. Of beauty, and capable of inflicting the most pleasureful feeling of all." He poked a thorn lightly and watched as a small red dot formed on the tip of his finger. "Wonderful. Just lovely." He jammed his finger into the thorn harder until the small dot had become a waterfall flowing all over his finger. But then he positioned so he was firmly gripping the rose in his hands. Blood began dripping to the floor and Nyne let go. The rose doused in liquid fell the floor and he fell back himself onto his bed. "Ha... ha .... hahahahahhahaha!" He giggled rubbing his hands all over his face making a red mask on himself. When he finally settled down, laying completely sprawled out he silently whispered to himself.
"Roses are truly beautiful."
Age: 21
Sexuality: bisexual
Gender: Male
Rank: Doctor
Appearance: Nyne has pitch-black hair that falls into the two emeralds he calls eyes. Underneath his soft feathery layers his ears are nests to two sparkling diamonds. He wears a typical white lab coat as the other scientists, though his has become more red than white by now. Underneath, though rarely seen he wears a green dress shirt and black dress pants always having that of an upper-class appearance. He stands 6'4 in height and a very thin never had much muscle body. He is usually always seen wearing a smile. A twisted smile that worn by a madman. He also is always moving his hands. He always has to move them or do something with them such as touching other people or playing with his hair.
Picture: ((Shall be drawn soon! xD))
Personality: Nyne is above and beyond sadistic. He loves killing, he loves blood, he loves pain, he loves bite marks, he loves scars, he loves the idea of humans, of things suffering before him. He is also above and beyond insane. Nyne doesn't consider himself a human. He considers himself an other. A demon. He is very manipulative. He can manipulate anyone into doing what he desires. Nyne is always thinking outside the box, never normal. His mind is far beyond sane. Nyne never respects personal space. Also Nyne has a very odd alien-like quality to him. He has a fondness of roses and music. He has only had actual feelings toward one person and because of that person he has vowed never to rely on anyone again. Very dominant.
History: Not much is to be known about Nyne's history. He has always kept it to himself and most people who grew up with him have died. A known thing is he was an experiment at one time. He used to be a very sweet little boy not much afraid of scientists and experiments done on him despite the stories told for it was his home. He grew up very close to a girl who was a few years older. She had been that of a lover to him. Though when the time came she betrayed him and he never forgave her. How she betrayed him is not known but for some reason Nyne was not allowed to become a professor. Though currently he loves his job as a doctor.
Role play sample: Nyne sat in his room twirling his hair around his slender finger. "I'm so bored. Why isn't anyone coming to the medical wing anymore. Or at least not coming to me." Nyne sighed and glanced at his lab coat covered in stains. "Am I too harsh? No, no. Maybe its just the lab coat. No one wants a dirty doctor who can't even take care of himself." Nyne got up from his bed and walked over to a vase and picked up a rose out of it. "So beautiful." He stroked its petals softly. "An elegant flower a sign of love. Of beauty, and capable of inflicting the most pleasureful feeling of all." He poked a thorn lightly and watched as a small red dot formed on the tip of his finger. "Wonderful. Just lovely." He jammed his finger into the thorn harder until the small dot had become a waterfall flowing all over his finger. But then he positioned so he was firmly gripping the rose in his hands. Blood began dripping to the floor and Nyne let go. The rose doused in liquid fell the floor and he fell back himself onto his bed. "Ha... ha .... hahahahahhahaha!" He giggled rubbing his hands all over his face making a red mask on himself. When he finally settled down, laying completely sprawled out he silently whispered to himself.
"Roses are truly beautiful."
