~Aser~

by Aser Mon Oct 14, 2013 7:43 pm

Name: Aser

Race: Human.

Sex: Male.

Age: 19.

Alignment: He leans in between good and evil somewhere but most, if not all of his actions would be classified by others as chaotic and evil.

Appearance: (Appearance is profile picture.) Aser stands at 6'0 with chilling blue eyes resembling that of frost. pale skin, and light blue hair. Wearing a black hood with the midriff partially exposed. Below it is a pair of dark blue jeans and two white sneakers, mimicking a humanlike attire.

Personality: Aser isn't exactly... Normal, to say the least. A sadomasochist with a lack of remorse the being has proven countless times that looks can deceive. When not murdering or inflicting harm upon others however he can be fairly sane oddly enough. He doesn't specifically seek out trouble that often and enjoys doing the day to day activities that most normal human beings do which makes it rather hard to see him for who he is. He enjoys listening to music, JPOP in particular, and is somewhat of a gamer even. Fairly sarcastic as well and not taking to take many things serious as well he could also be described as a bit of a pervert, though in this universe remains covert about it. The final thing to note is that he has developed many opinions on society within his time of being a part of it naturally. For example, he strongly opposes marriage and even the basic idea of love that most humans have.

Home World: Earth.

Starting World: Earth.

History: Aser in typical didn't have a very good life. Born as an accident to a teenage slut of a mother named Valerie the only reason he continued to live his life was because of the family's strong views against abortions, hurled into an orphanage the second he was born. From there on he was given to an abusive home where he would live with his "parents" John and Elizabeth Curtis. Frequently beaten, molested, pushed down to the ground verbally, and etcetera he grew sick of life rather quickly. As he was homeschooled he didn't learn much from his uneducated parents and took it upon himself to seek out knowledge, spending a lot of time in the local library where he would research various subjects he gained a different outlook on life and spent most of his free time writing poems as well as delving into matters such as politics. As he entered his teenage years he eventually began to lose empathy and hope in humanity all together as he was continually abused, gaining different outlooks on life in comparison to his generally optimistic neighbors who enjoyed living within their small lie of a life.

Eventually he had gotten so used to the abuse that it actually felt nice, though he always wondered what it'd be like to dish it out on others. Then one day as his parents approached him for his daily dose of beatings he grabbed a cleaver and cut his dad's arm clean off. Beating him into submission with it right in front of Elizabeth too he would inflict the years of pain upon them and patch them up, inflicting fear upon them so they wouldn't tell anyone. Going straight to actual school the twisted and warped Aser naturally didn't get along with most of the students but he generally got good grades and hid behind the persona of some high school outcast. As the years went by he lived a normal school life while controlling his family and continuing to torture them, never getting tired of it. After graduating from school however he got bored of them and decided he was moving out... So he took their heads with him. It was the first time he had actually ever killed anyone and it was generally satisfying. Covering up his tracks by straight up burning down the house after he had packed up and moved away the townspeople assumed his parents had died in the fire, leaving him with a clean criminal record and a sick twisted mind.

Over the years Aser would decide not to go to college and would instead live a basic life. Taking up a career of writing stories behind an alias that shared the name of his dead father he would live his life happily from that point onward, as he only grew more and more twisted by each second he continued to live...