A Killer is Born by ethan  | TEAM: Freelance Villain |  | SECTOR: LOWTOWN |  | KIT CLASS: Empathy |
|  | Fight Record
League Wins: 3
League Losses: 1
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 3
Total Losses: 1
War Hero - Win 18-10
Arcshadow - Win 17-8
Saint Valentine - Loss 10-15
Whisper - Win 15-11
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 | Ah, this feeling, its as of euphoria, I have never experinced nothing like this. Is this what you call happiness? I've decided, I liked this feeling, I enjoy it but what makes me happy, what causes to rouse within me? I've yet to discover as I've only felt it after killing this pathetic man, yes that must be it. So, must I kill more to aquire this feeling, only for a short amount of time after doing so? And what if I do not wish to kill, oh but this feeling, its so powerful, it commands me to do so. Its tearing me apart and I just killed this man five minutes ago, is this what would lead to my becoming of a serial killer? Just to be able to maintain the feeling of euphoria? I do not know but like I said, it commands and I do so enjoy the feeling, ah, its like being addicted to a drug. The happiness washes over me, I've decided, I will become a killer, a murderer, or whatever society calls me, just to fulfill my lust. Yes, I do not care for what I shall be called by those boring peons of everyday life, my only worry and wish is to my cravings. Maybe I'll become a legend, a myth amongst killers or maybe not, I could just be another thug that gets caught after his chain of murders, I don't know. We'll see as life goes on, my actions will definitely affect the course of my life but I'm not worry about it, I feel as if the world is working with me. So is this what would be called a new chapter in my life or a journey? A journey just to grant my greed its drug, sure, but a journey nonetheless. So it begins, the slaughtering of the lamb to sastify the belly of the wolf. | Personality: People that knew me knew me by the name of Seth Gaberman. I used to work at a corpration that dealt with lawsuit and the likes. I was a aid to one of the top suits, a job that thrilled me to the very core. But I soon found out it was a menial job, as I did every thing my boss commanded me, every single tiny thing, it got boring quick. The pay was good though, it was the way I was treated by that fat slob of a boss that made me hate this job. Ironically, the man I killed was him, heh, but lets not go back to that. Before the murder, though, I broke all ties to everything, I took all of my money out of the bank, I sold off my house. I took care of loose ties, established a few connections with a few shady characters, basically I did the opposite of what a killer might've done, stay and kill more. I even quit my job but not before I said fuck you to his face, ah, what a priceless moment, heh. The only thing that I kept was the car but I soon got rid of that after the murdering and bought a cheap car, one that performed well and was off the grid as well as easily disposable. I decided to leave the city and head for an out of the way town far out in the country. I found a thriving community, a self-sufficent town dependent on its own crops and cattle, with infrequent contacts to the outside world. It was perfect, there even was only a hundred residents tops, with very little police force. This little piece of paradise was very far from my former home, almost three hundred miles, I was completely safe to do my devious deeds, heh. The very first thing I did was of course buy a small home, an unoticable one out in the woods, covered by trees, even the dirt road to the building was eroded to the point of nonexistent, it took a while to find it. That made it all the more perfect for my home. I then contacted the underworld operating near the town to let them know I was here, to avoid any possible risky confrontations. They gave me the O.K. to do my evil thing but I didn't contat them for that, but it was good to know anyways, it seems they enjoy the pubilcity of serial killers, oh well. |
 | | Strength: | Weak BELOW normal human strength -
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe). | Agility: | Standard Normal human agility. | | Body: | Standard Normal human endurance. | Mind: | Superior Highly educated and ingenious.
A smart cookie. |
 | Careful Killer |
After doing all of this menial bullshit, I noticed I had a storm of a hunger for that sweet, tasteful feeling, so I set off from my new home in a search for a victim. I drove my car down the roads, also taking the chance to familarize myself with my surrounding while on the hunt. I went by a club and noticed a drunk man stumbling off into the alley, I wasn't going to lose the chance to sastify the thirst. I pulled my car aside the curb a block ahead of the club and walked around the block to the other end of the alley, planning on running into him. I found him, in the center of the walkway, behind a dumpster mumbling drunkenly to himself. I walked up to the guy and saw he had a bottle of whiskey, I had an idea and was glad I had put my seamless, leather gloves on. He saw me and began to talk incoherently, trying to get up to communicate with me, I thought, but he kept falling back down into his seated spot. That's what made it perfect, it was going to be a quick, easy feat, I even looked around to put aside my arrogance to ensure I was safe to do it. I grab the man by the mouth and held him against the wall, staring into his eyes menacely, his eyes full of fright and fear. I grabbed the whiskey from him, he tried to struggle, whimpering, but he could not move me, he was too drunk, Perfect, I thought to myself once again. I then released my grip and quickly knocked over onto his back and stood on his throat, with enough weight to make it hard to breathe and therefore not able to scream but he could still breathe. I then took the whiskey bottle and jammed only the top of the bottle into his mouth, I began to drain the alcohol inside his mouth. It was half full in the bottle so that helped, as he tried to breathe his limited breaths, he only breathed in the alcohol. I was surging with the same sensatation in the past, as the man's eyes were darting all over the place as he drowned himself in his alcohol with my assistance. As he stopped struggling, I quickly put the near empty bottle in his hand and sat him back up against the wall, leaning his head against the dumpster. I kneeled down, watching the light fade from his eyes as he was sill convulsing, choking some of it up from his lungs. I laughed a bit and left the man in his alley grave and went home, picking up a restruant's food to go meal on the way, ate and went to bed, smiling.
 | Just a Cool Car.......... |
- Power: Vehicle
- Level:Supreme
- Kit Power Link: Empathy
As I woke up, I turned on my radio that came with the house, I caught the news of the man. The police labeled it an accidental death but reported they're still looking for clues and circumstances to see if it was any different situation. Good thing that nobody saw me going into that alley last night, I guess they were all too busy out partying, heh. I go to my refridgerator and pull out a gallon carton of milk and get a bowl to eat some Cheerios with suger. The craving was gone for now, so I decided to go to the couch and watch some tv, even grabbing a magzine to read. Eventually I got bored and went out to my small back yard, I saw an old car, specifically an American Muscle typed car, looked to be from the 1970s, the paintjob was very much new, the last guy here must've left in a hurry. Heh, maybe he was like me, oh well, the car was mine now and I checked its hood, the engine was missing. I checked the brakes, they were in good shape, I also checked the shocks and the rotors along with the wheels, in excellent condition. I also found that it had a full tank of gas, interesting but free, I guessed the last one living here was working on it. The electronics were severely damaged though and it was in a serious need of a new dash board, but the seats were new. The floor needed to be replaced. The windows were fine, in pretty fair shape, and the lights of the car were not damaged, they worked, there was a dent in the side frame of the car but that could be buffed out. I thought this could be like a action movie, where the killer tries to escape in a cool car but usually they get caught in the end with it getting totaled, I chuckled at the thought. I seriously did considered the thought of using this car in an emergency and decided to work on it, it was in an excellent shaped despite the issues.I bought the car's engine online at an internet cafe and went to the nearby NAPA to find the electronic parts I needed, I found some but had to order the rest on paper to one of the clerks. The engine was pretty much designed for the exact car I had so I didn't have to tweak anything when it arrives. I went to the nearby Auto shop and asked if they did any car reflooring of old cars, luckily they said yes. I paid them in advance and told them they'll have to wait for my car to get its engine, but I took the time to decide the color of the flooring and even got some free floor mats with the Taz character emblazoned on them. I remembered that I forgot I needed to get a buffer and headed to a tractor store on the other side of town, which pissed me off. I bought the damned thing and went home and tinkered a bit with the car before I went to sleep. I got a call form the NAPA guys in the morning and went there, paid for it along with a car buffer part for my buffer. I went home and worked on the electronic, succesfully repairing it and testing them out. I even buffed the dent out and the car looked pretty good except for the missing engine and dashboard.
 | Keen Eye of the Hunter |
I suddenly got the craving once again, I smiled as my mind was buzzing with what ways I would kill my next victim. I drove down the road near a gym and noticed the owner was closing up, I wondered why. I pulled over into an alley and parked in front of a dumptser, ah memories, and walked to the gym's entrance. I saw the guy go into the back room, I thought to myself he must be working out in a private room. I needed to figure a way out to get into the building which was a pain, but I put on my gloves. I went back to the car to look for a lockpick I got from one of my "shady" connections a few days back. I walked up to the door again and looked around first, looking for cameras and the likes, there wasn't any. I thought that the townspeople proably don't get crime much and were possibly confident to the point of not having street cameras. I laughed a bit to myself and picked the lock, careful not to leave any mark of my entry and my being here. I walk quietly and slowly to the hallway leading to the back room, I looked around the corner to make sure nobody was there. The only thing I saw was a stairway on one side and a room, proably a storage room, I heard some clanging occuring on the floor above me. He was working out, I needed to figure something out and I saw a bottle of steroids, I smiled to myself. I grabbbed it and looked at its warnings and ingredients, it turned out that this was one of those illegal types, the very illegal ones. It was way more concentrated than the ones you could get from somebody else, like a exercising aid prescription type of thing. I climbed the stairs, holding the bottle in one hand and the other clenched just in case he came downstairs. I reached the top and creeped to the pathway into the other room and saw the guy was facing away from me, I truly felt like the universe was at work with me. Luckily there was no windows or mirrors so he nor anybody else would be able to see me, I also saw the water bottle he had with him and came to another idea. I creeped as quietly as I could in conjunction with the langing noise from the workset he was using. I slowly grabbed the bottle of water, it had like three or two gulps left, perfect. I dropped three steroid pills in there and left it back in its original spot. It, the pill bottle, said "only take one per day for exercising", so I upped it to three, heh, and left the room, watching from the dark corner of the entrance, kneeling on the hardwood. He finally took a gulp after a few minutes and he swallowed all of the pills. I'm guessing that he had taken a pill prior to working out so that would make it four. He choked a bit and murmured to himself, like he had just seen a ghost, I quickly went back down the stairs and left the building as I heard him run into the bathroom, flipping the lightswitches on. I get into my car and after I am certain of the nobody watching me, I pulled out without the lights on, trying to avoid attention. I suddenly remembered I needed a new dashboard for the car so I headed to the nearby internet cafe and get on a computer. Heh, I'm so forgetful, anyways, I go to the same website I found for the engine and browse around a bit for a while and find the dashboard I like the best. I buy it immediately, get a cup of cappucino and leave, whistling a tune. I get in my car and leave for home, thinking of the possible ways that murder could have gone. I get home and watch a bit of news, looking for any mention of the gym owner, there was none. I thought to myself, it could be a while until somebody gets suspicous and look for him. I went to bed after that bit of thinking and dreamed a good dream, the murdering of that slob boss I killed.
 | The Feeling, Its Dominant! |
I wake up in my bed a bit sore and decide to lay there a bit, thinking about what I was gonna do that day. I get a phone call in bed about the engine, it had arrived at the post office because the delivery man couldn't find the road to my house, I laughed. I get up, take a shower, get my clothes on and head for the only post office in town. First though before I left was I hooked up a trailer to the car I found in the small garage, it was for motorcycles but it'll do. I arrive there and set it down against the gate, with some help of a town native. He mentioned to me that somebody found the guy I killed last night, apparently his girlfriend, and called they cops, he said it was a case of overdosing. I show some shock on my face, expressing some sorrow when in reality I was smiling inside. I thanked the man and left, towing the engine to the auto shop. I asked them to come with me to my house to retrieve the car after I dropped the engine off. I also told them before we left for my house that I would require their aid in attaching the new dashboard that would arrive soon and asked them if the car could stay in their garage for a while. They said sure and when we arrived, they towed the car up with their truck and headed off back to their workplace while I detached the tow off of my car and put it back where I found it. I then headed to the auto place and and watched them put the engine into the car as I had become a bit attached to the car. I call a cab and go home waiting for the dashboard to come and it came in the earliest, the next day, I was really happy about this. I called the guys at the auto shop to come pick me and the board up, we get there and they tell me it would at least take a hour to get it on so I leave to do some more sightseeing.
 | The World's With Me! |
- Power: Lucky
- Level:Standard
I come back in a hour or so like they said, the job is done and I take the car out for a ride, driving it around showing it off. I feel a great sense of accomplishment in doing the reconstruction of this car. This thing drove very well, I liked it, the shocks worked fine as I suspected, the wheels gripped road and dirt alike well. It was a fine car, proably worth a fortune to somebody who would want to own this car. Anyways, that's when another sudden urge hit again and I needed to kill somebody, truth be told, I was starting to get tired of it, but hey, I only killed three people so far oh well. I decided to do something quick, and so I drove along and stopped at a bar to ask some natives about a few people. I asked the one that looked kind of drunk but he really wasn't, I'm guessing its a disguise or something like that to keep people away from him, it didn't work obviously. I asked him if he knew of any suicidal people, through a very subtle method, it took a while but he eventually told me that some guy was suicidal and wanted to kill himself. He also told me that he also hadn't been taken in either, I asked him where he lived, he gave me a weird look, I just said I wanted to see for myself, he told me where. I drive over to the crazy's house and knocked on the door, but oh man, the urge was about to drive me insane but I did my best and I held it at bay.
 | The Hunger, The Thirst! |
- Power: Emotion Control
- Level:Superior
- Kit Power Link: Empathy
- Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
Finally the runt opened the door and shyed away when I looked at him, I asked are you Jasper Gotun and he said yes. I said lets take a ride and he asked me why, I just simply said, its in your best interest, you know what I mean. He actually perked up a bit and followed me, man, I do not know anybody who would be so happy to die except for this guy of course. I drove him to a bridge just out of town, taking the back roads to avoid attention and far out of sight. He was a bit jittery, anyone would be I reasoned to myself that second and let myself out of the car. I open the passengar's side and just simply said, here ya go, do what you want to do. He stood there staring at me and walked towards to the railing and got ontop. At first I thought he was gonna do but then he broke down, son of a bitch, he was crying, babbling at me, I just looked at him and threw him off, yes, I just threw him off heartlessly. But this time, I actually felt extremely guilty, had my course come to its end I thought to myself at that point, and that's when I heard that slapping sound, officiating the boy's death, I left. I went home and loitered there for a few hours.
 | I Want It!! |
"And that's when I came here, to confess and get help for this condition, if there's any for that." Seth spoke to the police officer, both sitting in the interrogation room. The officer just looks at him and says, "You're a sick son of a bitch, you know that punk?". "Better than me still out there killing people isn't pal? Look, I only snapped and enjoyed the feeling of the moment, you know. That's why I went off doing all that shit, but at the end, I'm like everybody else, I'm human and I feel sorry and bad for this", Seth looked down on the floor. "Hmph, whatever, asshole, you're lucky you came in when you did, because if I found you in an alley hunting your ass down, I would have killed you" spoke the cop. "Maybe so, but answer this for me before you leave, do you think all criminals are the same in your mind? All just pure evil and remorseless?" Seth asked the guy. "Doesn't matter, to me all scum should be put down, even you, you jolly bastard. You'll go to jail and court, everything will get figured out, hope your stay in prison is pleasant, scumbag.", with that, he gets up to leave and drops the pen he used for the confession report. Without a thought, Seth grabs it and stabs the cop up throught the neck, into the throat and rips it around, killing him. "You shouldn't have aggravated me, you slob" Seth seeths and the room is suddenly swarmed with cops, drowning him, beating him to death, he dies with a smile, "I won, heh, you lost, urkkk!".
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