Post by Lance Mulford on Oct 12, 2012 23:33:08 GMT -5
Hey there, so what's your name for starters?: My name is Lance Mulford.
Interesting, and how old are you exactly?: I'm seventeen years-old at the moment.
How exactly would you describe your physical appearance to others?: Some people have commented saying that I was the 'eye' catcher of sorts. So I suppose they found me sexually appealing. Not that I'm interested in any one of them. I have black hair that comes down near my eyes and down the back of my neck. I've heard a lot of people saying that I looked 'emo' while others would say I look like a bum. I wear a black jacket with fur around the hood and sleeves, and I wear a shirt of some sort underneath. I also wear jeans most of the time, mostly blue or black. Then again, I can't be too picky considering the world we live in today.
Alright now on a more personal level, what are some of your likes?: My likes? Well I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate them, but you asked. I like to take quiet walks, and I love to be in solitude sometimes. But there's one thing I just LOVE, seeing others in pain. Whether it is murder or emotional pain, I get such a kick out of it. When everything was normal and boring, I couldn't be violent or act 'psychotic' without the risk of being institutionalized. Now that it's every man for himself, I can do whatever I want! I can remember I time I was walking and saw a man that was dying on the ground who kept crying out 'help help!'. Pfft, I went down to slit his throat and that was that. It's also fun to manipulate others in this world to get what I want! As long as I act like a 'pretty boy' or 'tough guy', people have gave me stuff and trusted me to help them later in life. Too bad they were too foolish to see behind my mask~
Very nice, now how about dislikes?: My dislikes? Well...I don't have that many. I guess you could say I hate losing, I'm a child in that aspect after all. I hate not having control over other people. And I just can't stand having those bitchy people who yell continuously, but I have no problem with trying to gain their trust for benefits. And I can't stand it when things are 'peaceful' or 'still'. I believe that there always needs to be something stirring up somewhere, and this world crisis was just the thing to get my gears running.
Interesting. Now how about something that you fear?: Hmm....I can't really name any. I guess my biggest 'fear' would have to be not having control of a situation? Death doesn't sound all that scary since everyone dies one way or another.
That's terrible! Now how about one really odd quirk of yours?: I'm a sadist and a sociopath. Inflicting pain on others just gives me so much joy! And I guess the fact that I could torture someone for hours without looking away from their body could be a quirk too....
Cool, now a brief history about yourself.: My mother and father had a divorce when I was a very young kid. They fought a lot and ended up with my mom moving out, leaving me with my father. Our family had been a bit poor, below average for sure if not lower. We didn't talk that much, he never asked much about school or friends. I was an excellent student in school. I took many advanced courses in highschool, and I even trained in some fighting. It wasn't your regular brute fighting, it was things revolving more around parkour and knife fights. I used to be a 'good' kid, but then I changed into this person that people call a monster...maybe it was a chemical imbalance? I just couldn't help but learn something dangerous and deadly, how else would I deal pain to others when I needed or wanted to?
Well anyways, that incident happened while I was living alone with my dad. We lived in a house that was a little farther from the city itself (but still a bit close) so he forced me to stay there. I kept arguing and told him that we needed to get out of there before those zombies started heading our way, we needed better protection. Once again, he just yelled back and told me to shut up. Well, I didn't just plan on staying there to die, so I did the only thing possible. I killed my father and left him to bleed to death, taking as many supplies that I could manage and left off to find a safer shelter somewhere. This world is now a simple chess board, and every person living in it are my chess pieces to play with.
Interesting, and how old are you exactly?: I'm seventeen years-old at the moment.
How exactly would you describe your physical appearance to others?: Some people have commented saying that I was the 'eye' catcher of sorts. So I suppose they found me sexually appealing. Not that I'm interested in any one of them. I have black hair that comes down near my eyes and down the back of my neck. I've heard a lot of people saying that I looked 'emo' while others would say I look like a bum. I wear a black jacket with fur around the hood and sleeves, and I wear a shirt of some sort underneath. I also wear jeans most of the time, mostly blue or black. Then again, I can't be too picky considering the world we live in today.
Alright now on a more personal level, what are some of your likes?: My likes? Well I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate them, but you asked. I like to take quiet walks, and I love to be in solitude sometimes. But there's one thing I just LOVE, seeing others in pain. Whether it is murder or emotional pain, I get such a kick out of it. When everything was normal and boring, I couldn't be violent or act 'psychotic' without the risk of being institutionalized. Now that it's every man for himself, I can do whatever I want! I can remember I time I was walking and saw a man that was dying on the ground who kept crying out 'help help!'. Pfft, I went down to slit his throat and that was that. It's also fun to manipulate others in this world to get what I want! As long as I act like a 'pretty boy' or 'tough guy', people have gave me stuff and trusted me to help them later in life. Too bad they were too foolish to see behind my mask~
Very nice, now how about dislikes?: My dislikes? Well...I don't have that many. I guess you could say I hate losing, I'm a child in that aspect after all. I hate not having control over other people. And I just can't stand having those bitchy people who yell continuously, but I have no problem with trying to gain their trust for benefits. And I can't stand it when things are 'peaceful' or 'still'. I believe that there always needs to be something stirring up somewhere, and this world crisis was just the thing to get my gears running.
Interesting. Now how about something that you fear?: Hmm....I can't really name any. I guess my biggest 'fear' would have to be not having control of a situation? Death doesn't sound all that scary since everyone dies one way or another.
That's terrible! Now how about one really odd quirk of yours?: I'm a sadist and a sociopath. Inflicting pain on others just gives me so much joy! And I guess the fact that I could torture someone for hours without looking away from their body could be a quirk too....
Cool, now a brief history about yourself.: My mother and father had a divorce when I was a very young kid. They fought a lot and ended up with my mom moving out, leaving me with my father. Our family had been a bit poor, below average for sure if not lower. We didn't talk that much, he never asked much about school or friends. I was an excellent student in school. I took many advanced courses in highschool, and I even trained in some fighting. It wasn't your regular brute fighting, it was things revolving more around parkour and knife fights. I used to be a 'good' kid, but then I changed into this person that people call a monster...maybe it was a chemical imbalance? I just couldn't help but learn something dangerous and deadly, how else would I deal pain to others when I needed or wanted to?
Well anyways, that incident happened while I was living alone with my dad. We lived in a house that was a little farther from the city itself (but still a bit close) so he forced me to stay there. I kept arguing and told him that we needed to get out of there before those zombies started heading our way, we needed better protection. Once again, he just yelled back and told me to shut up. Well, I didn't just plan on staying there to die, so I did the only thing possible. I killed my father and left him to bleed to death, taking as many supplies that I could manage and left off to find a safer shelter somewhere. This world is now a simple chess board, and every person living in it are my chess pieces to play with.