Character Sheet

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (can be another race, but no special powers unless you discuss it in PM with me first please)

Killing specialty: (How do you kill? Be specific if you're only using weapons and/or magic, please)
Personality:
VIP Held: (Who did they take from you? Why would they take him/her? How is he/she so special to you?)
Background info: (At the very least tell the first time you've killed using your specialty or the last thing you did before you woke up in chains.)

Do I need to put all my character stuff on here?

If you would at some point before we start IC, please. Just so everything is in one place. But your character is already accepted.

Alrighty but I am hitting the hay night sir's and madams I look forward to writing with you.

Name:Max Donnely
Gender:Male
Age:22
Appearance: tall, thin, brown hair kept trimmed and neatly swept to the side, Blue eyes with a scar in the corner of his left eye, Dressed plainly in a hoodie and jeans

Killing specialty: He kills slowly and painfully flaying bit of skin off his victims stripping them of their hid. Then when all the flesh is removed from their body he begins to butcher them taking the choice cuts such as the liver, heart, brain, after all the organs have been removed he burns what remains of the empty husk that once was a person taking out the teeth and cutting off the hands and head burning them separately and disposing the ashes.

Personality:A quiet dull young man but once you get to know him he turns into a sarcastic smart ass but no matter how much he jokes there is a certain seriousness buried some where behind the laughing eyes

VIP- His dog Phill the only thing left of his past and the only thing that reminds him of what became of his family. To this day he denies to him self that he had done it but deep down he knew he did...

Background- It was his high school graduation party, several of his family members gatherd around the table and wished him well passing him drinks. A few hours later the house was empty besides his parents and little sister who slept quietly upstairs. He sat alone at the table finishing the last of his drink and thinking of what college he planned to go to when suddenly it struck him. He didn't need college, you see Max had always had a dark interest in serial killer some might even say obsession. As he drained the last of his drink he began to nod off. That night he dreamed of fullfiling his dark aspirations of becoming a famous serial killer he had spent a lot of though on how he would dot it. Flaying and butchering the bodies with carefull precision. He smiled as a he removed first a heart and then a brain, braking for a moment to dip is finger in the pool of blood that had filled the bath tub. He woke with a start lying on the bathroom floor to find that he had not dreamed it at all and to his horror he found the piles of rotting meat that once was his family hanging from the shower head.

Alright, looks as good as it did in the interest check. Still accepted.