"Bawk, bawk, bawk!
" - Jacob mocking somebody for feeling Fear
Mask Power :
Jacob Grant has always been plagued with nightmares, but he enjoys recalling them. They are the only thing that has ever evoked any emotion from him. They don’t terrify him, they give him joy. He’s a documented Sociopath, and Schizophrenic, and he doesn’t feel fear. He’s rather distant when he speaks to people, and he has a hard time focusing.
Jacob Grant was always plagued by nightmares. They never startled him awake, though. He never ran to his mother, and he never complained. In fact, he never complained about anything. He always seemed distant, and socially awkward. But in reality, he just didn’t like the social activity. It bothered him. He lacked empathy as well, and almost strangled one of his peers to death over a misunderstanding. He would constantly torture animals as well, before being diagnosed as a Sociopath. He never really admitted it, but he also heard a voice in his head that was his, yet somehow quite different. It told him to do things, things that seemed morally wrong to others, but perfectly fine to Jacob. So Jacob did these things, and enjoyed them.
Jacob was always rather intelligent and fit. He was able to stand up for himself if need be, and dreamed of going to an isolated corner of the world. But the voice told him what to do, how to do it, when to do it, and where to hide the evidence. He made sure to crush frogs and toads when he could, and snap the necks of cats and bunnies when he saw the chance. He didn’t see anything wrong with it, he simply thought he was doing them a favor. That’s what the voice had said, anyways. Jacob laughed when he heard that one of his peers had committed suicide, and that’s when his mother decided to get him to see a psychiatrist again. He dropped out of highschool that day, and the psychiatrist prescribed a number of drugs for Jacob to take, but Jacob suffered from plenty of side effects and attempted suicide one day “just ‘cause”. That’s when he was admitted to the Mental Institute.
Jacob was locked away in a Mental Institute at the young age of fifteen, and there he remained for a couple of years. He didn’t make any friends, nor did he make any enemies. Well, except the family of that one man who he knocked down the stairs for looking at him funny. Jacob doesn’t recall how he managed to even get behind him unattended, and laughs it off as a “happy mistake”. One day, he managed to get out, and explore. He never really returned to the institute, and instead traveled in the dense woods around the area. That’s where he found it. The pretty thing. The mask. It looked just like a cheap rubber chicken mask, but it felt nice. It smelled nice. It was nice. The voice told him to take it. Yes, take it. So, he did. He ripped it from the corpse that sat upon that make-shift shrine. Jacob admired the work, but quickly left. It fit quite nice, but Jacob never really felt different. Though, the voice seemed happier.
It was a while later when Jacob discovered the mask’s abilities. He held somebody down and watched as the man saw what Jacob saw. Jacob grinned sincerely for the first and last time in his life as he watched that man’s life drain from his eyes, as Jacob held him with one hand, letting the man see what Jacob saw as he bludgeoned the man’s head in with a rock. Jacob never grinned sincerely after that, and doubts he ever will.
As for his abilities, well, Jacob has periods where he likes to, erm, “train his abilities”. He might as well be a criminal, but he has started to hunt those that commit crimes, it helps him satisfy his “thirst”, as the voice and the mask put it. But it also lets him learn more about the mask and its powers. Still wearing his highschool coat, Jacob hardly ever takes his mask off. He’s still missing from the Mental Institute, so there’s no real way he can even lead a “normal” life. And he has enjoyed what he’s been doing as of late. He likes hurting people. The voice tells him to. And so he does.
Jacob uses a pump-action shotgun he found after robbing a gun shop, and killing the owner with pure fear. Turns out the shop owner had a week heart.
He also uses one half of a broken gardening shear, and likes to get close enough to stab people with it. If he’s not using these things, he’s generally holding people down and watching their eyes, sometimes strangling them to death, sometimes watching the fear kill them. He’s still not quite proficient in that skill, it works, but he can only use it on occasion before the voice demands he sate its thirst.
I’d write more, but uh, it’s like midnight, so I should head to bed.
If I need to change anything, I will tomorrow!
Also, I guess his killing sprees could potentially make him a target in the near future, and/or it requires somebody to talk him out of it.
Also, it's worth noting he's a high school drop out, and he doesn't plan on attending college, ever. He's still semi-smart, though. Though, quiet.