Post by Sodium Lord. on Mar 8, 2008 17:12:28 GMT -5
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[/size]Real Name:Merritte Francios Luigui.
Nickname:The Sodium Lord/ SL
Age:13
Birthday: february 13th
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Height:5'3 ft
Weight:54 kgs
Hair:black and spiky
Eyes:brown
Skin Tone:Pale, white
Body Details: Thin and strongly built, a natural warrior with a fierce glare in his eyes. This boy built with a strong grip, some say given to him by the gods in order to choke the life out of others. He usually is moody or angry. But occasionally he will have a distant look in his eyes. Muscly arms, and a six pack from training so much, he usually is dressed in dirty clothes, doesn't care about fashion. Good-looking for a psycho.
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History: Born to a pair of french psycholigist, Merritte was always being analysed and judged. He was a fairly social boy, a bit of a attention seeker, as his parents would always say. He was always trying to win the adoration of others. His parents irritated him, They were always saying ' Merritte, You must not strive for attention, peer pressure is a curse' This constantly irritated the boy, What did he give a damn about giving into the pper pressure, it was HIS life. He even began to bully for laughs, he found amusemant in harming others.
But his parents had a thing for over-reacting, so when a parent complained, they took him out of school away from his friend and got him a tutor. this not only pissed Merrite of but it made him hate his folks. He began to rebel more and more, Smiking, drinking, sex, In the end his parents confined him in the house, not letting him leave without one of them by his side. Merritte sat in his room alone, every day, slowly losing control. And one night he snapped, sneaking into his parents room, he went to his mothers bed first, since his parents sleep seperately. He convered her mouth with one hand, and choked her with the other. Then knowing his father would be harder, He snuck into the bathroom, grabbed a bottle of bleach, and poured it down his father throat.
Then he ran, and didn't stop, he kept running trying to get away. But he got caught, afetr confirming his DNA, he was sent to a child asylum. They kept him there for monthes, He wouldn't accept it though. He attacked nurses, punched other kids, bullied and yelled. They moved him to a special asylum in england. He learnt to speak english, and got used to the feel of a straight jacket. But he heard the outbreak of HIV gas, and at first blocked it. But the more he heard about it, the more curious he got. Then taht day came, when the suicidal scientist killed all adults. so no one there to lock him up, he laughed at the dying adults and for a while bullied there bodies. Then he ran, leaving the asylum for ever, he had no restrictions. He heard about a gang that had formed, getting jealous he wanted his own gang. So he made one with a simular named,called Sodium. The two gangs have constantly clashed for years. Merrite despises Kasumi, and has love/hate feelings for lady Angel. But his top proirity is having control, and he and his gang are beginning to dominate the streets of Sherry-ville.
Personality: Short-temper, violent, and somewhat psycho. The boy loves blood, he is a vicious a malicious creature, who was born to hurt. A bully. He loves attention, and hates to lose. He's mean, and like Kasumi has a tendency to react violently. ude and stubborn, he isn't the smartes of leaders and will need alot of reasurring before he is calm. Will kill any without hesitation, a boy that can never be satisfied, and anyone who tries to bring back the adults. He will kill!
Weakness:parents, mention of his history, Girls he likes,
Good Points:Strong, charming, french, good-looking
Bad Points:Mean cruel, vicious, hateful, aggresive
Other Details:N/a
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Sample Rp:
Merritte stood in front of the entrance , staring transfixed at his past. He push open the door and stepped inside, it was empty, a faint smell of rotting body hit his nose. He remembers those bodies, he had mocked their deaths, laugh at them, kicked them. He began to walk through the asylum, exploring it's emptiness. He came here a few times. Every time he did he was alone...unlike before.
"Calm down, Merritte," The man in white said in front of him, Merritte struggled against the other men’s grip,
"ARRÊTEZ, JE VOUS TUERA!"He yelled at the top of his voice, he tugged out of the men’s grip and ran for his life, dodging people, pushing people over, he had to get out of here, he could NOT stay here...
He walked through the lonely corridors, the wind seem to be whispering dark secrets to him, the shadows waited for him to approach. This was his Achilles heel, every memory this place stirred was like a stab with a blade. A blade he could not fight off, wounds he could not heal.
Merritte lied in the cold floor of his room, his bed hurt him. He felt hungry, he had tried to eat but he threw up straight afterwards, the smell of his vomit waited in the corner, he had missed the toilet. He let out a moan, he missed being free, he was glad he killed his parents...the deserved to die. But now he was back where he started, with rules. "Rip it...." He heard... he sat up in his straight jacket, they had not given him a mask thank god. He twisted around, "Tear it apart..."
Those words, he remembered them now as he stood in his old room, he walked over to the corner, yeah there was that old puke stain. Merritte made his way to the centre of the room and sat down crossed legged. He closed his eyes and all the memories rushed to him like a wave, especially the one he hated most....
Merritte pulled at the jacket, biting and tearing, he understood now, he learnt what the voice was telling him to do. He pulled and tugged, but the jacket wasn't breaking, he yelled out in frustration..." under the sink... He looked over to the sink, it was broken of course the plumping against the wall was broken...and sharp. He made his way over to it, no doubt he found a very sharp edge. He manoeuvred himself against it. After moments...CHHHHH the cloth rip apart ad is arms flung to either side of him, however one of them connected with the sharp plumbing. He screamed as blood pour from it, he rolled against the floor in agony, he had hit an artery.
Then a dark figure loomed above him, he kneeled down, Merritte stared at it. It was not human...it was just...a shadow. A shadow of a human, But as leaned it's head against the wound, it opened what was it's mouth. And he saw teeth, sharp jagged teeth. It bit down into his wound and drank from him.
The shadow was his demon, his punisher, it had returned many times to wound, hurt and bite him. However the people at the asylum thought he was hurting himself. The recorded him, but they said they saw no Demon, they didn't tell him what they saw, after they had put a nuzzle over his face and locked him in a padded room. Merritte held the video tape. He had it, in his hands....what had happened. He walked over to the TV, he was now in one of the main offices. He turned on the TV, surprisingly it still worked. He pushed in the video into the VCR, and waited....
A movie of himself began to play. He watched silently as he lied on the floor asleep. Then he sat up, and twisted around as though frightened of something, then he opened he mouth and began chewing at his arm. He stood up and started hurting himself...just like they said. Merritte watched himself ran into walls, bash his skull against the sink. Merritte’s breathing quickly as he watched this. He saw himself screaming for help, then hurting himself more.
"GO AVAY! LEV ME ALON!" The TV Merritte screamed, his French accent quite thick. Then as Merritte started screaming and rolling around. The real Merritte pulled back his fist and SMAAASH.
His fist smashed the screen to pieces. He shoved the television off it's desk and stood, he cracked tables, turned chairs. He felt the demon of his past, when he left he hadn't saw it again, only once in a dream. In that dream it had climbed out of his stomach and saved him from falling off a cliff. Now he felt like the demon was cheering him on, inside him. He felt pleasure from trashing this room, he broke lamps, smashed desk. When he was down it was a state, everything was broken...
Merritte heard something outside the room, he quickly went to the door and opened it, he moved into the corridor and saw a dark figure...only this one was human.
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Where You Got This Site/Who told you about this site:Angel/Kasumi
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