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Registered: 12-2012
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Sickett


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Villain Name: Sickett.
Age: ??
Gender: Male.
Physical Description: Pale, with cold, red eyes. Wearing regal clothing.
 
Weapon of Choice: Manipulation, mental torment, makeshift weaponry.
Powers: Mental powers.
Movement Type: Acrobatics.
 
History:

A dim light brightens up the dark interrogation chamber, revealing a young-looking man, whose cold, red eyes let off an emotionless glow, which sent a shiver down the young police officers spine, as he pushed the door open. The man had been sitting there for hours now, yet he was unphased. He simply sat still in his chair, softly tapping his finger-tips against eachother. The officer pulled back the chair in front of the man and sat down. He had spent hours preparing, yet as his eyes met the strangers, it all seemed to wash away. He sat there for a while, staring into the mans eyes. He had never seen anything quite like those empty, red eyes. Once the silence was broken, it was not by the officer, but by the man he was supposed to interrogate: "You had some questions to ask me, officer." The young police officer shaked his head furiously, his entire routine was already lost. "You are accused of multiple accounts of murder-", the man cut him off, "Ah, yes.. A murderer. I, am a murderer... Few things in this world are certain, but that is undeniable." The officer was baffled. Had he already gotten the confession he needed..? The prisoner spoke up once again, "Let me show you something, officer. I'm going to give you a look into my past..." The prisoner closed his eyes as he began to think back, "Picture a little boy, sitting in a graveyard, staring at the stone, which was set up in memory of his mother. See the tears welling up in his eyes, and see them refuse to leave them. See his father, standing in the parking lot, cigarette and bottle in hand, hear him call the boy back to him. See them only a few months later. See the drunken father repeatedly hammering his fist into his sons tearless face, see the blood covering his knuckles, and hear the screams of pain fill the room. See those same two, many years into the future. They are walking down a path, in a dark forest. See the boy, whom is now a young man, withdraw a blade from his coat. See him shove it into his fathers back, as he holds a hand in front of his mouth, muffling his screams. Hear the insults and curses he whispers into the old, dying mans ears as he falls on the ground, dead." The man stroked his chin gently as he finished up his story. "I have been accused of being many things over the years. According to the proffesionals, I am a psychopath... But am I really? I have been declared a sociopath... But am I really? Who is to say, that I do not weep over the bodies of those dead by my hands?" He withdrew a trigger from his coat. "The system says it has me imprisoned... But do they really? Remember, officer.. Only very few things in this world are certain." He tapped the trigger. Explosions rung through the police headquarters, and the walls of the interrogation chamber were blown out. The man calmly walked out into the streets, emerging from the smoking ruins of the police HQ. The young officer sat frozen in his seat, confused, and frightened. He was very, very frightened.

Last edited by Sickey, Dec/28/2012, 2:58 pm
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Re: Sickey


You sound like quite the challenge to a Kryptonian like me. I will have to be totally careful around you I see. emoticon

- Kara

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