Post by qualapec on Jan 18, 2011 16:46:16 GMT -8
Name: Brachen Myre
Aliases: Cat O’ Nine Tails
Age: 37
Build: 6’0’’ Muscular-average. On the surface, there’s nothing unusual about him because he uses clothes to hide it, but his body is built for speed. Although giving off an air of normalcy, the way he walks is utterly predatory to the trained eye.
Origin: Born in Felidae to a middle-class family. He lost his family in a train crash, and many of his psychological problems go back to that one moment.
Occupation: He’s made a living as an assassin and mob enforcer from place to place.
Eyes: Moss Green.
Hair: Long enough to brush his cheeks and eyes. Depending on his mood, he wears it slicked back or loose.
Scars: Rippled burns on the palm of his left hand, and cuts vaguely in the shape of a pentagram on his right. There are marks all over his body from various scuffles and fights, and he treats them like mementos. There are two old bullet wounds near his upper right shoulder, and a thin ring of mottled flesh around his neck – asking about it is inadvisable.
Fur/Markings: Typical tabby cat, a mixture of honey and brown with black stripes.
Attire: A clean suit tailored to fit, black, usually, because it makes the most sense, but sometimes the notion strikes him to wear white because he wants to see the splatter.
Accessories: A pocket watch in plain view. A pair of round-rimmed reading glasses.
WOC: Knives all the way. He’s used other weapons and poisons from time to time in his life, but knives are the only ones he truly enjoys using.
Appearance: Overall, he looks very put together and very competent – almost like a young scholar, to be honest. His presence is not particularly commanding, and it does not need to be. He has a predatory lilt to everything he does, if you look closely enough. And no matter who he’s looking at, there’s always a little voice in the back of his mind wondering what it would feel like to kill that cat. Just by looking at him, a cat can tell something isn’t right. Most dismiss it as paranoia.
Personality: Mass murdering psychopath leaps to mind. He did a fairly good job of keeping it under wraps for most of his life, and found a job in the underworld that would allow him to kill with relative freedom and exercise those urges safely away from the general populace. However, he was always very professional about it and managed to keep a line between what he wanted to do and what he had to do. Recently, he’s skirted over that line and, with the exception of a few cats, has almost completely given up trying to control it.
He’s tormented by hallucinations and dreams, and somewhere along the line they completely broke him. He actually has a very high regard for life, which is part of the reason he enjoys being the one to take it so much. To him, it’s the only commodity that can’t be given back. He could steal all the gold in the world, but someday he’d have to give it back to the world, one way or another. When he takes a life, he owns it.
His mental process is erratic and unpredictable. In some ways, he’s very impulsive, but it’s a calculated impulsiveness. He kind of has a habit of dragging normal cats off the street at night and brutally murdering them for no apparent reason, simply because he can. Brachen never gets angry; he simply plots the offender’s impending demise.
Special skills: He actually has a talent for art, particularly anatomy.
Weaknesses: His own mental state. He’s a very competent killer, but sometimes he does a sloppy job just for the hell of it. A part of it goes back to the fact that he isn’t afraid to die- and therefore isn’t afraid of being caught by the police. However, he still has an invincibility complex that doesn’t believe he could possibly ever get caught.
Fears: He’s not afraid of dying anymore, but he’s afraid of being helpless at the mercy of another. For a long time, there was a part of him that was terrified of disappearing into the chaos of his own mind…but that part has since been permanently quieted. He’s afraid of large groups of people, and he still feels sick every time he sees a length of hemp rope.
Likes: Reading, art, flowers, pets, and practicing ancient rituals that he believes imbue him with the energy of those he kills- really, it just makes a mess on the floor and drives him further into insanity.
Dislikes: Cat-kind in general, cars/machinery, stairs with 13 steps, and injuring animals.
History: He was born in Felidae to a simple suburban family. Until he was five, he had a fairly happy childhood. Perhaps the traces of early mental problems were there, but there was nothing to manifest them beyond average childhood curiosity and every kit’s desire to rip the wings off insects. One day, he and his family were on a train bound for vacation when it careened off the rails for a reason he didn’t understand. His family died in fire and blood, and he got away with only minor injuries.
An elderly aunt who preached fire-and-brimstone Christianity took him in. Her lessons left him with a deep guilt and fear of going to Hell for the thoughts he couldn’t control. It forced him to bury his love of torturing insects, of wondering what toms and queens on the street would look like all cut apart with their secrets spilled to the world. Perhaps if he’d been in another environment, he would have been able to work through these dark thoughts – but as it was, concealing them forced him to obsess, driving them to deeper mental precedent in his mind.
When she died, he turned to the criminal underground to make a living doing something he knew he would enjoy. He made a name for himself with his talents, and eventually was responsible for training and selecting recruits for advancement. One of these was Macavity Hollister, who he frequently claims was his brightest pupil in the art of murder- Brachen was always disappointed that Mac didn’t seem to enjoy it nearly as much as he did, but he was delightfully quick with a razor.
He fled Felidae after an unsolicited murder of a young queen brought him out of favor with the organization and the local law enforcement. From that point on he bounced around the coast and south, doing what he was best at. Ironically, it was not his habit of murder that put him on the bad side of a lynch mob in a small town in the Deep South, but rather his tendency to practice rituals that could be interpreted as Satanic. That lynch mob, and almost dying at their hands, killed the last trace of restraint he might have had. His mind snapped when the rope did. He now kills without inhibition- if he sees someone he wants, he takes them regardless of age, breed, gender, or alignment with the law.
A couple of months ago, he returned to Felidae with an indeterminate goal in mind. Things were quiet at first, but he’s bored, itching for a hunt, and ready to paint the town red.
Love Interest: None so far
Quotes: None so far.
Theme Song: "Murder, Murder" Jekyll and Hyde
Character Color Code:
Code: -code removed by admin-
Aliases: Cat O’ Nine Tails
Age: 37
Build: 6’0’’ Muscular-average. On the surface, there’s nothing unusual about him because he uses clothes to hide it, but his body is built for speed. Although giving off an air of normalcy, the way he walks is utterly predatory to the trained eye.
Origin: Born in Felidae to a middle-class family. He lost his family in a train crash, and many of his psychological problems go back to that one moment.
Occupation: He’s made a living as an assassin and mob enforcer from place to place.
Eyes: Moss Green.
Hair: Long enough to brush his cheeks and eyes. Depending on his mood, he wears it slicked back or loose.
Scars: Rippled burns on the palm of his left hand, and cuts vaguely in the shape of a pentagram on his right. There are marks all over his body from various scuffles and fights, and he treats them like mementos. There are two old bullet wounds near his upper right shoulder, and a thin ring of mottled flesh around his neck – asking about it is inadvisable.
Fur/Markings: Typical tabby cat, a mixture of honey and brown with black stripes.
Attire: A clean suit tailored to fit, black, usually, because it makes the most sense, but sometimes the notion strikes him to wear white because he wants to see the splatter.
Accessories: A pocket watch in plain view. A pair of round-rimmed reading glasses.
WOC: Knives all the way. He’s used other weapons and poisons from time to time in his life, but knives are the only ones he truly enjoys using.
Appearance: Overall, he looks very put together and very competent – almost like a young scholar, to be honest. His presence is not particularly commanding, and it does not need to be. He has a predatory lilt to everything he does, if you look closely enough. And no matter who he’s looking at, there’s always a little voice in the back of his mind wondering what it would feel like to kill that cat. Just by looking at him, a cat can tell something isn’t right. Most dismiss it as paranoia.
Personality: Mass murdering psychopath leaps to mind. He did a fairly good job of keeping it under wraps for most of his life, and found a job in the underworld that would allow him to kill with relative freedom and exercise those urges safely away from the general populace. However, he was always very professional about it and managed to keep a line between what he wanted to do and what he had to do. Recently, he’s skirted over that line and, with the exception of a few cats, has almost completely given up trying to control it.
He’s tormented by hallucinations and dreams, and somewhere along the line they completely broke him. He actually has a very high regard for life, which is part of the reason he enjoys being the one to take it so much. To him, it’s the only commodity that can’t be given back. He could steal all the gold in the world, but someday he’d have to give it back to the world, one way or another. When he takes a life, he owns it.
His mental process is erratic and unpredictable. In some ways, he’s very impulsive, but it’s a calculated impulsiveness. He kind of has a habit of dragging normal cats off the street at night and brutally murdering them for no apparent reason, simply because he can. Brachen never gets angry; he simply plots the offender’s impending demise.
Special skills: He actually has a talent for art, particularly anatomy.
Weaknesses: His own mental state. He’s a very competent killer, but sometimes he does a sloppy job just for the hell of it. A part of it goes back to the fact that he isn’t afraid to die- and therefore isn’t afraid of being caught by the police. However, he still has an invincibility complex that doesn’t believe he could possibly ever get caught.
Fears: He’s not afraid of dying anymore, but he’s afraid of being helpless at the mercy of another. For a long time, there was a part of him that was terrified of disappearing into the chaos of his own mind…but that part has since been permanently quieted. He’s afraid of large groups of people, and he still feels sick every time he sees a length of hemp rope.
Likes: Reading, art, flowers, pets, and practicing ancient rituals that he believes imbue him with the energy of those he kills- really, it just makes a mess on the floor and drives him further into insanity.
Dislikes: Cat-kind in general, cars/machinery, stairs with 13 steps, and injuring animals.
History: He was born in Felidae to a simple suburban family. Until he was five, he had a fairly happy childhood. Perhaps the traces of early mental problems were there, but there was nothing to manifest them beyond average childhood curiosity and every kit’s desire to rip the wings off insects. One day, he and his family were on a train bound for vacation when it careened off the rails for a reason he didn’t understand. His family died in fire and blood, and he got away with only minor injuries.
An elderly aunt who preached fire-and-brimstone Christianity took him in. Her lessons left him with a deep guilt and fear of going to Hell for the thoughts he couldn’t control. It forced him to bury his love of torturing insects, of wondering what toms and queens on the street would look like all cut apart with their secrets spilled to the world. Perhaps if he’d been in another environment, he would have been able to work through these dark thoughts – but as it was, concealing them forced him to obsess, driving them to deeper mental precedent in his mind.
When she died, he turned to the criminal underground to make a living doing something he knew he would enjoy. He made a name for himself with his talents, and eventually was responsible for training and selecting recruits for advancement. One of these was Macavity Hollister, who he frequently claims was his brightest pupil in the art of murder- Brachen was always disappointed that Mac didn’t seem to enjoy it nearly as much as he did, but he was delightfully quick with a razor.
He fled Felidae after an unsolicited murder of a young queen brought him out of favor with the organization and the local law enforcement. From that point on he bounced around the coast and south, doing what he was best at. Ironically, it was not his habit of murder that put him on the bad side of a lynch mob in a small town in the Deep South, but rather his tendency to practice rituals that could be interpreted as Satanic. That lynch mob, and almost dying at their hands, killed the last trace of restraint he might have had. His mind snapped when the rope did. He now kills without inhibition- if he sees someone he wants, he takes them regardless of age, breed, gender, or alignment with the law.
A couple of months ago, he returned to Felidae with an indeterminate goal in mind. Things were quiet at first, but he’s bored, itching for a hunt, and ready to paint the town red.
Love Interest: None so far
Quotes: None so far.
Theme Song: "Murder, Murder" Jekyll and Hyde
Character Color Code:
Code: -code removed by admin-
