Post by pdp on Jun 6, 2012 17:22:09 GMT -5
Name: Gace
Age: 20
Sexuality: Homosexual (from what I know of right now.)
Gender: Male
Job: Professor
Appearance: Gace has short straight black hair with red tips that covers his face. He wears what was a white coat but now stained with blood. He wears black pants and boots. His posture is always straight and neat. His eyes are an icy blue that pierced through your soul if you got the chance to see them. Around his skull was a scar that looks like a spider's web that is said to keep him alive past age twenty-five. His skin is an unhealthy pale and hung on his bones like curtains. His lips were always chewed up do to his habit of chewing them but if you got that close to him you wouldn't live to tell about his face. He was like a faceless boy.
Picture: -Is drawn will be up soon-
Personality: No one knows Gace's real personality, except himself. He's very sadistic and all that can be scene from his covered face is a huge smirk. He's laid back but smart and is easy to trust. His mind is very damaged with insanity and images from previous surgeries. He remembers everything and studies everything around him, examines all the pieces till he got what he wanted. He was and always will be a selfish brat. He is hard to get along with and trusts no one. Though people seem to be drawn to him.
History: Like Gace's personality, only he knows his past. He has grown up watching the experiments do work or the doctors preform surgeries. He hated the experiments with all his heart and thought of them as mere tools. Calling the experiments 'it(s)' or 'thing(s)'. He knew he was always better than his comrades. Knew he should be the best of the best. He was the one to always get his way. He loved this world with a passion. He did good in his schooling and soon became a professor. His only wish in life was to find a friend. A friend he could cherish. A friend he could trust. A friend he could call a friend without hate. Without it being a lie. If he found someone who was more than a friend he would be even happier but it didn't matter to him just chopping up a thing was satisfying enough. He felt (and still does) empty and lonely when he was a boy finding the others idiotic. He often was found talking to himself when in his mind he was talking to past experiments he saw during their surgeries.
Roleplay sample: Gace walked down the hallway thinking back to his last operation he had done. Too bad the thing died before he had more of a chance to cut him open and slice through his organs to see what held inside. Of course, he didn't use any painkillers to help the it. He smirked when he thought of the cries the thing had created. He loved it when the things pleaded for mercy. He stopped when he saw a thing just laying helplessly on the ground. He pulled out his cutting knife from his pocket and slowly cut the it open. Warm, red, liquid streamed out of living thing. It cried out in pain. He licked his lips as he pulled out each organ looking at them carefully. The red blood only stained his coat more. He heard footsteps so he put the organs back in and sewed the thing up not sure, or caring, if he put them back correctly or not. He then stood wiped off his hands on his coat and left the thing to die. 'What a glorious day.' He thought as he walked to his office to do some studying.
Age: 20
Sexuality: Homosexual (from what I know of right now.)
Gender: Male
Job: Professor
Appearance: Gace has short straight black hair with red tips that covers his face. He wears what was a white coat but now stained with blood. He wears black pants and boots. His posture is always straight and neat. His eyes are an icy blue that pierced through your soul if you got the chance to see them. Around his skull was a scar that looks like a spider's web that is said to keep him alive past age twenty-five. His skin is an unhealthy pale and hung on his bones like curtains. His lips were always chewed up do to his habit of chewing them but if you got that close to him you wouldn't live to tell about his face. He was like a faceless boy.
Picture: -Is drawn will be up soon-
Personality: No one knows Gace's real personality, except himself. He's very sadistic and all that can be scene from his covered face is a huge smirk. He's laid back but smart and is easy to trust. His mind is very damaged with insanity and images from previous surgeries. He remembers everything and studies everything around him, examines all the pieces till he got what he wanted. He was and always will be a selfish brat. He is hard to get along with and trusts no one. Though people seem to be drawn to him.
History: Like Gace's personality, only he knows his past. He has grown up watching the experiments do work or the doctors preform surgeries. He hated the experiments with all his heart and thought of them as mere tools. Calling the experiments 'it(s)' or 'thing(s)'. He knew he was always better than his comrades. Knew he should be the best of the best. He was the one to always get his way. He loved this world with a passion. He did good in his schooling and soon became a professor. His only wish in life was to find a friend. A friend he could cherish. A friend he could trust. A friend he could call a friend without hate. Without it being a lie. If he found someone who was more than a friend he would be even happier but it didn't matter to him just chopping up a thing was satisfying enough. He felt (and still does) empty and lonely when he was a boy finding the others idiotic. He often was found talking to himself when in his mind he was talking to past experiments he saw during their surgeries.
Roleplay sample: Gace walked down the hallway thinking back to his last operation he had done. Too bad the thing died before he had more of a chance to cut him open and slice through his organs to see what held inside. Of course, he didn't use any painkillers to help the it. He smirked when he thought of the cries the thing had created. He loved it when the things pleaded for mercy. He stopped when he saw a thing just laying helplessly on the ground. He pulled out his cutting knife from his pocket and slowly cut the it open. Warm, red, liquid streamed out of living thing. It cried out in pain. He licked his lips as he pulled out each organ looking at them carefully. The red blood only stained his coat more. He heard footsteps so he put the organs back in and sewed the thing up not sure, or caring, if he put them back correctly or not. He then stood wiped off his hands on his coat and left the thing to die. 'What a glorious day.' He thought as he walked to his office to do some studying.