Oh, uncontrollable lab accidents.Wellby said:
What we lose in workplace safety, we earn back in terror and uncontrollable violence.
If you were a slasher villain.....
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What we lose in workplace safety, we earn back in terror and uncontrollable violence.
Name: Reemus Protopapadakis, alias: Pseehee Lyoteros Kiniyos (Greek for soul-less hunter)
Weapon: Varying, one for each Greek god/goddess, i.e.: a bow and arrow or animals for Artemis, a spear with a lightning bolt shaped tip for Zeus, anything flammable or explosive for Appolo, etc.
Mask: Greek stage masks, but with symbols for all of the Greek Gods and Goddesses on each, i.e.: A lightning bolt for Zeus, a sun for Apollo, a bow for Artemis, etc.
Backstory: A college student who was majoring in Greek Mythology (I think you can), he was born into a rich family, and his obsession with Greek mythology, coupled with his best friend's suicide, drove him mad. Now he murders those who he believes drove his friend to his final resolution in ways and with weapons that are closely tied with each Greek god, and to each person (the obnoxious S.O.B gets burned/exploded for being "fiery" [Appollo], the hunter gets shot in the leg with an arrow tipped with the scent of wolf urine so that wolves are attracted and eat him alive [Artemis], etc.). After he has murdered one person per Greek god, and killed all those he believes responsible, he creates an insanely over-elaborate machine that will kill him in ways associated with all of the gods at once, an arrow, an electrocution, burning, as well as other, weirder ones, like injections that cause testosterone to be released in great amounts for Ares, love potions for Hera, and more. He leaves one suicide note in Greek, saying simply, "Repent, and be forgiven."
Weapon: Varying, one for each Greek god/goddess, i.e.: a bow and arrow or animals for Artemis, a spear with a lightning bolt shaped tip for Zeus, anything flammable or explosive for Appolo, etc.
Mask: Greek stage masks, but with symbols for all of the Greek Gods and Goddesses on each, i.e.: A lightning bolt for Zeus, a sun for Apollo, a bow for Artemis, etc.
Backstory: A college student who was majoring in Greek Mythology (I think you can), he was born into a rich family, and his obsession with Greek mythology, coupled with his best friend's suicide, drove him mad. Now he murders those who he believes drove his friend to his final resolution in ways and with weapons that are closely tied with each Greek god, and to each person (the obnoxious S.O.B gets burned/exploded for being "fiery" [Appollo], the hunter gets shot in the leg with an arrow tipped with the scent of wolf urine so that wolves are attracted and eat him alive [Artemis], etc.). After he has murdered one person per Greek god, and killed all those he believes responsible, he creates an insanely over-elaborate machine that will kill him in ways associated with all of the gods at once, an arrow, an electrocution, burning, as well as other, weirder ones, like injections that cause testosterone to be released in great amounts for Ares, love potions for Hera, and more. He leaves one suicide note in Greek, saying simply, "Repent, and be forgiven."
Name: Steve (Not my real name)
Weapon: A sledgehammer
Mask: Rorschach"s mask, but multi-colored
Back story: Computer broke, got bored, found a hammer etc.
Weapon: A sledgehammer
Mask: Rorschach"s mask, but multi-colored
Back story: Computer broke, got bored, found a hammer etc.
Name: Victor Oltage.
Mask: A Welders mask.
Weapon: Gauntlet made of tasers
Back story: Disgruntled electrician (I am tired and can't come up with much better than that atm).
Mask: A Welders mask.
Weapon: Gauntlet made of tasers
Back story: Disgruntled electrician (I am tired and can't come up with much better than that atm).
Name: "4 wheels" Bob
Weapon: modified wheelchair/steering wheel
Backstory: Once a promising young man with ambitions of becoming a professional driver until the fateful day he took his test, to avoid hitting a group of generic cannonfodder teenagers running across the road Bob swirved and crashed. Tragicly left disfigured and crippled by the accident Bob swore revenge on those who took his dream away from him, taking what remained of his car in hand the steeringwheel bob set out to reek his vengance.
Weapon: modified wheelchair/steering wheel
Backstory: Once a promising young man with ambitions of becoming a professional driver until the fateful day he took his test, to avoid hitting a group of generic cannonfodder teenagers running across the road Bob swirved and crashed. Tragicly left disfigured and crippled by the accident Bob swore revenge on those who took his dream away from him, taking what remained of his car in hand the steeringwheel bob set out to reek his vengance.
Name: Edward Mortem
Mask: An old gas mask, covered in blood, with a necronomicon drawn out on the forehead...in blood
Weapon: An old baseball bat with rusty, blood-covered nails protruding from it
Clothing: A rustic, black pinstripe suit covered in grime and blood, also braces on his leg.
Back story: Had an extremely rough childhood, his family was secluded from the rest of the town because they worshipped the devil. Living in a delapidated shack in the woods that once belonged to miners before the coal mines all dried up. One night the town came for them after a child had gone missing, the mob came in and turned the place upside down looking for the kid, who was tucked away in the stomachs of the Mortems. They turned on the family with blades and fire, in the chaos and confusion of trying to escape he got a torch to the face, as well as sustaining cuts around the forehead. Before rushing out the door he grabbed one of the gasmasks that had belonged to the miners which was hanging by the door, mostly to conceal his monstrous face, parly because the smoke was disorientating him. Rambling all over the place, his one aim since that fateful night has been to spread the power of the darklord, mostly by sacrificing those of Christian blood. And I guess the mob uh, broke his legs too.
Mask: An old gas mask, covered in blood, with a necronomicon drawn out on the forehead...in blood
Weapon: An old baseball bat with rusty, blood-covered nails protruding from it
Clothing: A rustic, black pinstripe suit covered in grime and blood, also braces on his leg.
Back story: Had an extremely rough childhood, his family was secluded from the rest of the town because they worshipped the devil. Living in a delapidated shack in the woods that once belonged to miners before the coal mines all dried up. One night the town came for them after a child had gone missing, the mob came in and turned the place upside down looking for the kid, who was tucked away in the stomachs of the Mortems. They turned on the family with blades and fire, in the chaos and confusion of trying to escape he got a torch to the face, as well as sustaining cuts around the forehead. Before rushing out the door he grabbed one of the gasmasks that had belonged to the miners which was hanging by the door, mostly to conceal his monstrous face, parly because the smoke was disorientating him. Rambling all over the place, his one aim since that fateful night has been to spread the power of the darklord, mostly by sacrificing those of Christian blood. And I guess the mob uh, broke his legs too.
Name: Sam (hurrhurr)
Age: 17
Weapon: FailSafe (machete) and a scalpel, just in case
Mask: Black masquerade mask, covering her face except for her eyes
Backstory: Sam was a quiet, timid girl with a streak for being 'different'. She dressed eccentrically, she spoke with an impressive vocabulary by age fifteen, and saw things for what they were instead of what she wanted them to be, like other teens her age did. But Sam was barely ever noticed, even by her friends. She thought of herself as 'invisible'. Being invisible all your life can really fuck up your mind, but no one would ever ask her what was wrong, so every emotion she felt was locked away and festered into something much, much darker. She was so starved for attention that by age seventeen, she hooked up with the first guy that would take her. When he tried to force her into rough sexual acts, dressed up as masquerade characters (the dude was messed), she snapped and stabbed through the eye with a ballpoint pen, thus beginning her blood lust. She kept the mask and fled. She wasn't heard from again after that, most people barely noticed, and those who did assumed she was dead. But when her friends started mysteriously ending up dead, well, make of it what you will.
Age: 17
Weapon: FailSafe (machete) and a scalpel, just in case
Mask: Black masquerade mask, covering her face except for her eyes
Backstory: Sam was a quiet, timid girl with a streak for being 'different'. She dressed eccentrically, she spoke with an impressive vocabulary by age fifteen, and saw things for what they were instead of what she wanted them to be, like other teens her age did. But Sam was barely ever noticed, even by her friends. She thought of herself as 'invisible'. Being invisible all your life can really fuck up your mind, but no one would ever ask her what was wrong, so every emotion she felt was locked away and festered into something much, much darker. She was so starved for attention that by age seventeen, she hooked up with the first guy that would take her. When he tried to force her into rough sexual acts, dressed up as masquerade characters (the dude was messed), she snapped and stabbed through the eye with a ballpoint pen, thus beginning her blood lust. She kept the mask and fled. She wasn't heard from again after that, most people barely noticed, and those who did assumed she was dead. But when her friends started mysteriously ending up dead, well, make of it what you will.