Mr Ozias

The Blackfield Asylum

"What makes you think I give a damn what you say Faustus?"

Steel was standing now the glare on his face was one of a man who had just been pressed over the edge, unbeknownst however this was only Steel agitated but even in this state of mind Steel was now one to be scared of. Steel walked over to the man who was on the ground and still really unconscious even with the knife sticking out of his leg. Steel bent down and placed his large hand around the mans neck and then squeezed picking him up with one arm. Lifting him to face level Steel brought his open hand across his face with a slap that would make anyone cringe, the man came too almost instantly as he gagged violently. Steel kept his grip as the man was shaking, the sound of liquid was now hitting the ground, it didn't take long before snickers could be heard as some of the other people in the room snickered at the man who just pissed himself. Steel walked right up to Faustus and looked him in the eye with a chilling glare.

"You might scare most of the people in this hell hole with your looks and your sick gestures, but its about time you realize that I have no fear of you or the things you can and will do. I have spent too much time in places worse then this, you think this place compares to a POW Camp? This place is a joke compared to that, and your a joke compared to the men Iv broken in half out of pure malice. You think replacing your mouth with a bear trap makes you scary? Its about time you see that its all a big joke to me, Iv died before and came back, iv seen a place worse then any other, and it showed me that no matter what I do I will one day grace that place, for being the giver of Death for God has its consequences. So go ahead and kill me if you think it will make you feel strong."

Steel looked at the man in his hand and then with malicious intent he slammed him as hard as he could through the table right next to Faustus and himself breaking it like the last but this time the man was speared by wood as the table broke. The man screamed as blood started to flow onto the floor, he would almost certainly die if he did not receive medical treatment immediately.

"You want him in the infirmary then take him yourself you sick bastard. An truth be told if anyone truly belongs here in this place then it is you because your no more sane then anyone else here."

With that Steel turned his attention from Faustus and walked past him towards the hall way back towards his room.

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Ah well im white but 75 percent of my friend are black 15 percent mexican and the rest 10 percent mixed assortment so me im aloud to use it whenever i want lol. Altho your right if your dumb enough to use it when you aint recognized you could very well end up on the wrong side of a weapon around here.

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Theme Song of Mr.Steel

Fort Houston
San Antonio, Texas
9:00 A.M.
Monday Morning

Steel sat in the court room silently his eye's were closed but his ears caught everything, and in his mind his hearing was as descriptive as actually seeing the things unfold. He could hear people shuffling into the room and taking a seat, he could smell their nice suits that were covered in inexpensive perfume, it was such an annoying thing to smell such nice fragrances to Steel but people had to smell nice he supposed. The only thing in his mind was did they truly know why they were there that day? He did not think so perhaps they knew the details but they did not know the true events in which had transpired. Ignorance was a human right in most cases, but the Generals effort to keep the facts of the events which took place were effective and people knew what they needed to know but nothing more. That was usually how things ended up working in the Army, misguided information that ignorant people passed along to try and protect government related issues. But what these people did not know and one thing they would know by the end of this day, was the man who was now sitting silently cuffed to the wooden table in front of him, the shackles on his legs were like paper weights given his strength however they did their job of constricting him to his spot effectively. It was almost to bad that even with these leg weights he was still the most dangerous man in this room, that they would know too soon enough.

"Everyone please rise for the Honorable General Harold T. Dawson."

Steel heard the chairs scrape and the sound of several pairs of feet hitting weak wood floors, however he did not care for he had no intention of standing with them which would no doubt piss off a couple people in this room, but who gave a shit. However Steel was right sooner then he expected when heard felt the breath of someone in his face, and then a gruff voice speaking to him.

"Stand up you murdering bastard and show some respect."

Steel opened his eye's slowly to see a face right up in his, the face belong to a rough and tough marine who was quite famous for intimidating people with his muscle and height, however Steel had no such fear because there was no reason to have any. However this guard had made an mistake and that was to get close to Steel's face, with a speed that no one saw coming Steel brought his head back and then slammed it straight into the Marines forehead, the moment skulls bumped a release of blood hit Steel's face as the Marine fell backward and hit the ground. The several screams from behind Steel had signified that his point had been made, the Marine in front of him took a minute but got back up as he came at Steel with the intent to harm but he was quickly stopped.

"Major Benson! Stand your place, you know better then to get that close to Steel you were warned! An Steel if you do that one more time I will put you in front of a firing squad regardless of the outcome of this case! Everyone take your seats so the verdict of this case can be revealed and this man punished accordingly."

Steel heard the watchers behind him sit down as Dawson brought order back to the court room, Steel neither smiled or smirked at the threat or at Benson but he did stare the Major in the eye's coldly which forced the man to look away after a couple moments.

"A verdict has been decided this open and shut case ended up being more complicated then originally anticipated, so I thank you for enduring with us these passing months. Alexander Hammond Price has been found guilt of first degree murder on several accounts, given the circumstances Mr.Price would be executed for his crimes, but given the underlying circumstances involving his past, his mental capacity and his long years in the services of the United States Army it has been decided that Mr.Price is legally declared insane in which case he will be transported to a high security Asylum where he will spend the rest of his life with no chance of leaving."

The gabble was banged three times and the entire room exploded with angry people who believed Steel should die like the animal he was, Steel just closed his eye's as the uproar was intense but the MP's were quick to get back people from Steel himself. It was in this moment that Steel let out a laugh that was both scary and a bit tyrannical, the entire room was silenced after that, the many stares some of death some of confusion were now on Steel. Standing to his full height he looked at the crowd and then the General, speaking in a deep rough voice he was precise in his words.

"Your a misguided fool General, in fact the people who classify me as insane are the ones who truly deserve to be locked away in an Asylum. Your inability to understand what sits before you is what makes you so dumb. I am no mere man not by any chance I am the Executioner, I am the Angel of Death sent down by God himself to punish the wickedness of this world. The people you so blindly accuse me of murdering were all chosen not by God but by the choices they made, and the payment for those choices was death by my hand, so that they would go face their judgement at the hands of the true Judge, Jury, and condemner of this universe. You believe that dressing up in suits and nice clothing and disgusting perfumes gives you the power to condemn me? You honor less fools have no clue, you treat this world and life like a fucking commodity, murders going free and child rapists living on the streets of schools. An then you ask the question why bad things have to happen to the innocent, it is because of men and woman like you that these people exist and you condemn the ones who give the true justice that is needed. But don't take my word for it General for you soon will be facing your own judgment at the hands of God for your the next one to die, it has been foretold and it must be carried out."

With that Steel pulled his hands apart with a good force as the chain cuffs that bound him broke as if they were nothing more then paper links. The guards who had been scattered to contain the people in the court room were powerless to get to Steel as he pulled out the eight inch knife seemingly out of nowhere. Steel made no movement say for his hand as he swiped the air with the blade and then did nothing more. The entire room became horrified as the General throat had been cut without the blade ever touching his neck. The entire court room was in an frenzy as people were panicking, the MP's were smacked around by flailing people as Steel's expression never once changed from before. As the General took his last breaths Steel caught his eye's, his eye's were glowing a bright yellow before the General feel over and was dead before anyone could do anything.

Present day
Blackfield Asylum
9:05 A.M.

Steel was silent in his cell, the darkness within cloaked him as the window shades were drawn, in the center of the room his scarred and muscular body was showing as he was standing on his hands his legs straight up in the air. The black boots he wore were pressed together as he did not move, his eye's were closed but it was obvious that he was far from being asleep. His ears could hear everything and from the sounds of it, the time to get up was no here, the creaking of doors and the scream down the hall signified not only that patients were leaving their rooms but the new foolish orderly had made a stupid and grave mistake of his own. Which meant that soon his door would open cautiously for the orderlies knew better then blatantly disturb his meditation and training. An just like clock work there was a small but noticeable knock on the door, Steel opened his eye's looking at the door through the darkness.

"Come."

That was all he said before the door was opened and in walked one of the larger brutes of the orderlies, a man that was named quite simply Francis. It was against the rules for orderlies to reveal their true names given the dangerous situation this place presented and it protected their families. One of the only real rules that were followed around here in any case.

"It is breakfast time Mr.Steel and we are beginning our daily cleaning of the cells, if you are still meditating then I can give you another five minutes but you know how the boss is about his time frames so I hope we can come to an agreement."

Out of most of the orderlies Steel respected Francis, out of all the dicks who made their way through these halls this man even though he was big was also very nice which in this place was a good and a bad combination. But all in all he respected most of the people who stayed here which went a long way for surviving for longer periods of time in this hole in the desert.

"No need to worry Francis I started and hour earlier today sleep was not as becoming this night so I have already extended my meditation and training by an hour and five minutes."

Steel leaned his legs forward as he let them touch the ground and then with no even so much as a grunt he lifted his upper body up with relative ease as he stretched a little bit, there were a couple loud cracks but nothing more. Steel grabbed his shirt off the near by bolted down chair and put it on over his his upper chest as he walked up to Francis, on a good day Francis was 6,2 but Steel himself was 6,6 so he hovered over the man slightly putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Be sure to close the blinds when you are done Francis."

"No need to worry Mr. Steel everything will be ship shape and back in order by your return."

Steel nodded as he left his room and Francis to his work, walking down the hallway his boots clicked on the tiles as he observed the normal surroundings of the hallway. Usually preferring solitude Steel was perhaps one of the last to go to breakfast in the morning. A few steps from the door to the cafeteria a small girl bumped into Steel obviously pissy, looking down at her with chilling eye's he knew her to be Taeko, however he simply turned his head back up and walked around her and went to the serving center and walked up to the orderly whom he disliked for more then one good reason.

"Ah there is our resident Mr silver spoon stuck up his ass. So what will it be today a bandage for your ass hole and a glass of water?"

Steel glared at the orderly he was often like this, testing how much patience one man could have with his snide remarks and his attitude which Steel more often then not dismissed for a retarded man who had no clue what or who he was talking to. However Steel had grown tired of this mans disrespect of him and the insults in which he passed along morning after morning.

"Whats wrong the spoon so deep you can..."

Steel reached his arms across the serving counter and grabbed the stupid orderly by the throat and in swift motion dragged him over the counter with unreal strength and brought him to face level. The man was instantly horrified as he meant the cold icy gaze of Steel, hos body was instantly wracked by fear as he tried to kick but his legs were no where near strong enough to cause any real damage.

"If this were on the street then your death would be so quick that you would already be in front of god recieving your judgment that you would not realize you had died. But lucky for you in this place there are other things to think about then putting my hand down your throat and ripping your heart our and placing it on a flaming stake in the ground. So let this be an example of what will happen now and so you know later on if you persist on disrespecting me the possible consequences of what will happen."

Steel brought his arms sideways and slammed the orderly straight in one of the nearby tables, the wood creaked and cracked all at the same time as the orderlies body went through it hitting the floor and getting covered with bits and chunk of wood. Steel turned his back on the orderly who was now knocked out cold buried in wood and grabbed an orange from behind the serving counter and turned away. Walking to a table in one of the more secluded corner he began to peel the orange and payed not the slightest attention to anyone else.

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Mortimer said
I lol'ed. Way too hard. "And a nigga got killed." LOL!!!! Meh, Faustus will surely take part in it in a disturbing way...

Lol yeah my brother born and raised in the Ghetto. Nigga is one of the four most basic words you will ever here in my town.

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So small question you know hypothetical if accidents were to happen and a nigga got killed up in here npc wise what would the repercussions be? lol

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Mortimer said
Jack Krauser is accepted into this RP!

You know him!!! Lol I could think of anyone better to use for a RP like this as a model ^^

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Name: Alexander "Mr.Steel" Price



Age: 45

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality: Mr.Steel is more or less all about respect, you respect him and he will give the same to you in return. But if you disrespect him you may find yourself on the wrong side of a very rage driven man. Suffering from not only paranoia and rage issues that have long plagued him in his life, Steel is incredibly short fused and most times it does not take much to set him off. But even with these personality conflictions he is also dependable and when he says he is going to do something he will do it, he is also more understanding then most and does not believe in being a dick just because he can. However nice he is capable of being though is mute if you get on his bad side, and once you are there to him you are enemy number one and he will get you one way or another. Mr.Steel is also very intelligent and has a high I.Q. that has served him well in his life, he is a born tactician and enjoys messing with people when the opportunity presents itself. All an all if your his friend you have a valuable ally, and if your his enemy then your life is in danger.

Background Info:

Reason why sent: Price was born into a life of sexual favors and drugs right off the back, his mother was a crack whore and his father he never truly knew and the guesses on who it was in the end was too many to count. From the moment Price could think for himself he was more often then not on his own, his mother did not give a care for him and often called him a bastard because he looked just like his father. Often when his mother was not strung out on drugs she was at home berating him and beating him with a leather belt for no other reason then that he existed. Price was only ten when he committed his first murder and that victim in the end was his own mother, not being able to take her abuse anymore he tied her to her own bed while she was in a drugged daze and slit her throat with a large combat knife. From that moment on Price was no longer right in the head, after his mothers death by his hand he took too the streets and never looked back. Seeming his mother was a worthless whore her murder was never investigated so in the end Price got away with the murder with no prosecution. Price took to the streets pretty well in the end, and by time he was fifteen he had committed three more murders, one because he hated the man and the other two because he had found a blood lust that was quickly becoming unquenchable.

By time Price was eighteen he joined the Army, his blood lust aching for the chance to kill more people, in his mind this way he would not risk going to prison for the rest of his life and better yet he would be ordered to kill which suited his dark personality. Price was in the Marines for over twenty years, and no one truly knew of his lust for the kill, often cloaked by the fact that he was fearless in a combat zone and more often then not saved the lives of his comrades by efficiently killing the enemy before they could kill them first. His mindset and his ability earned him the nickname Mr.Steele which meant he was hard like steel and just as cold an no one could bend or break him. His military career however ended when he was 39 after he killed his entire squad for reasons that are still unknown until this day. Justice was swift and before Price knew it he was facing the death penalty for his actions, however given his past he was classified as insane and was sent to an Asylum where he would spend the rest of his life with no chance of ever breathing the fresh air outside those walls again.

Reason why sent: Suffers from paranoia and rage problems which has caused him to murder at least fifteen people that are known of and possibly others that have never been identified.

Weapons of choice:


His only weapon is a combat knife which is larger then normal combat knives at about seven to eight inches, made of surgical steel

Relationships within the asylum: None

Powers and weaknesses: Price has but one power and that involves his special blade which is always on his body, with his blade he is able to swipe the air and at certain distances the blade can still cut you even if it has not touched you. Besides this he does have a strength and agility that some might consider inhuman. His weakness is the lost of his blade, if he loses his blade he loses the half of the deadly edge he has in fights. Not to mention that if he lost his blade then this would drive him into a frenzy, no one truly knows why he is so attached to it.

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