This rp is rated M for theses various reasons:
Possible content unsuitable for minors such as:
Foul language, gore, graphic imagery, possible sexual content and the works.
Character of Evil:
"Really You're going to make me fill one of these out?" Dull grey blue eyes rolled, as The Phantom killer Seth Wallace Jr. had been cuffed to a metal chair. "By doing so what do I get out of it? A year off my sentence?" The monotone voice dragged on through out the bricked up room.
He sits in silence with an annoyed scowl on his face. "Fine hand it over." He said taking the paper from the residing officer and began to neatly write his answers.
(Feel free to image things between the text and dont worry hes not actually caught.)
Name: Seth Wallace Jr.
Nickname(s): THere are quite a lot of petty nicknames my lovley pets have called me. Sandman, Baba Yaga, El diablo, Even a few select curse words; However the Media has dubbed me Phantom. Though I have no clue as to why.
Day of Birth: March 15
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Occupation: My day job I am a Receptionist for the motel Numark
Likes: My hobbies include reading, writing, listening to classical music, gardening; mainly tending to my roses, Researching the human body, and hunting with my friend.
Dislikes: Feeling stressed by my job, Half witted young men and women, Alcohol, when my testing has to end; and small yippee dogs.
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: Roughly around 220 Lbs
Eye Color: Grey Blue
Hair Color: Black
Scars/Injuries: I am unmarred by anything.
Personality: Well I'm a loner that's no surprise, but That doesn't mean I don't crave the warmth of anothers flesh against my own. I tend to like to be the one in charge of the relationships and most other men don't like that all the time which is why they leave me. My last partner had passed away from smoking; His cigarette slipped from his sleeping hands and onto the carpet igniting a tragic fire.
Story of Your Life: What can I say I grew up in your typical group home since my parents were not fit due to drugs and alcohol. My new familes came and went, I remember my last family had this small rat of a dog and my god it'd never shut up. One day the poor creature had gotten out of the yard and an eagle had gotten to it. It tore out its insides and everything. Poor creature it was. But lately Ive been living in the country here in _city here_. My closest neighbor about 30 minuets away so Its a little paradise for me and my loved ones.
Music is blaring through out the basement as Seth had been tying up his latest victim to a standing metal bed frame with leather straps. This latest subject of his has proven to be quite interesting as he hasn't bent to begging and pleading for his life yet. Which vexes and amazes him all the same while.
"Were going to play a game.... It'll be name that tune with a shocking twist. get one wrong you get a zap, each zap worse then the other. Get one correct after getting one wrong lessens the electricity flowing through you after each one." He said with a sadistic smirk. "It'll be easy, If you know your music and artists." He said putting a wire on the corner of the frame and walked over to the dimmer switch on the wall next to his sound system.
Seth wasn't lying when he said itd be easy, the first song he gave was House of the Rising Sun by Five Finger Death Punch. "Go on my Pet what is it?" He asked knowing that there was no interference from electrocution.