Post by maniacalmeep02 on Apr 9, 2013 1:33:26 GMT -5
BENEDICT HANSON SCOTT |
General Nicknames:The Guardian of the Manor, The Ringmaster, The Surgeon, The Doll Maker, The Clockwork Killer (Yeah, so lots of pseudonyms. He wasn’t lying about that. >_>) Age: Looks nineteen. Real age unknown. Date of Birth: Real date of birth unknown. He chooses to celebrate himself on November 18th because he can. Gender: Male Species: Previously human. Now some kind of minor deity. Dimension: ….I don’t remember who came up with ‘The Lethal Mind of Benedict Scott’, but I guess we’ll stick with that. Appearance ((This is probably the least disturbing part of his whole profile, but he's still creepy.  ))((Also, I promise the picture's safe. XD)) Link ((I really like parts of this picture and really hate other parts so idk. XD)) Benedict is on the tall side for his apparent age. He is also quite pale, given that he rarely leaves his house. His body and face are both very thin, too. He considers himself to be handsome, as well, and while this is not completely untrue, he does have an ego, and his beauty is exaggerated in his own mind. Perhaps the most readily noticeable aspect of his face, though, is his right eye. While his left is a moderate sky-blue color, his right was stolen from Conscience, and so his iris consists of two black rings over striped red, pink and dark blue, and glows in the dark. Around his eye is a decoration of black arrows, lines and dots arranged around the top and sides, with one long arrow pointing down his cheek, almost reaching his jaw. His left eye has simple black markings reminiscent of eye-liner. This is often mistaken for make-up, but it is simply a mark on his skin, though he doesn’t know where it came from. His right eye socket also tends to bleed when he’s under a lot of physical or mental stress. He is also rather finicky about his appearance. He keeps his bright red hair neat, his long bangs swept off to the side, and the rest of his hair short and practical, save two longer strands that hang in front of the right side of his face. He has two main outfits that he’s ever been seen in, each earning him one of his nicknames. The first is what he wears on most days. A flashy, short vest, consisting of a black leather piece around his upper torso with elaborate gold trim, and blood red velvet over his shoulders as the sleeves. The leather piece is held closed with two straps, each consisting of a deep red ribbon that’s attached with a golden fasten on each end, and a decorative ruby brooch. Under this, he wears an off-white button-up shirt with cropped sleeves that end with a flared, stiff fringe about half-way down his upper arm. He keeps the collar up and held against his neck with a choker of the same black leather as his vest, and leaves the buttons open, which would expose his stomach, if not for the scarlet-and-black striped shirt he wears underneath. He keeps the ends of his button-up shirt tucked into a belt with a gold buckle and a fine gold chain hanging from his right hip. He has brown pants with darker, vertical stripes, and elaborate dark red boots with black and gold straps, buckles, and trim. He also wears elbow-length gloves decorated with alternating black and red stripes. This outfit has earned him the nickname of The Ringmaster, as the color-scheme and overall design is reminiscent of a circus performer. The second outfit is what he wears during a kill in which he feels like getting particularly creative or intricate. It is simpler than his Ringmaster ensemble, consisting of a tight, white shirt and pants, and a leather apron, rubber gloves that reach his shoulders, and tall rubber boots, all in black. He also wears a hygienic mask over his mouth and nose, a small magnifying lens over his left eye, and a device on his right hand that fastens a long, curved knife blade to the end of each finger like a claw. This outfit earned him the title ‘The Surgeon’, though very few people who have seen him dressed like this have survived the experience, so the title is less common. He has a few simple outfits he wears as well, but he is rarely seen in them, taking great pride in his frightening image. Though all of his outfits include a pair of gloves to protect his hands, which he considers his only weakness. If he should remove his gloves, you’d see that his flesh is completely torn off at his wrists, ending in a tattered mess, and his actual hands are skeletal. Personality ((He actually described some stuff that he's done towards the end of the first paragraph here, so if you don't want to read that, stop at 'surgeon outfit' and skip the rest of the paragraph. Consider yourself warned. ))Outwardly, Benedict can appear calm, sophisticated and suave. He makes a point of being polite, and keeps his demeanour non-threatening and gentle. He almost always keeps a small, friendly smile on his face. This is how he tricks people who wander into his manor to follow him deeper in, where he’ll either lead them into a trap that will inflict great physical or mental pain on the victim, or kill them himself through one of his various methods of torture, including dissection, and even inhuman experimentation, for which he’ll normally wear his surgeon outfit. These experiments have included, but are not limited to; removal of limbs and vital organs without anesthetic, sewing extra body-parts from previous victims onto a person, swapping peoples’ body parts and fluids for those of other victims, forcibly removing, mutilating, or adding extra teeth and bones to a person, and even cannibalism, usually cooked, but he has eaten parts of his victims raw before. These experiments are almost an extension of his false personality; committing monstrosities under the guise of ‘science’ and ‘research’. He even has a camera, which he uses to take pictures of his victims, during different phases in the experiments. Underneath his façade, he is psychotic, violent, selfish and ruthless. He thrives on fear, pain, and suffering, and especially loves being the cause thereof. For instance, he doesn’t even need to kill a victim with his own hands. There are several trap rooms in his manor that consist of giant, deadly machines that can rip, stab, stretch, crush, burn, and otherwise mutilate his victims. He sometimes combines these with hands-on torture, but he gets equally as much sick pleasure from watching one of these do the work for him. The fact that most of these machines consist of steam-operated parts, and gears, chains and pistons that almost resemble the inner-workings of a giant clock has earned his title of ‘The Clockwork Killer’. He is also rather childish, and can be petty. If someone has offended him personally, he takes great care in selecting a suitable method of torture and execution for them, depending on the situation and their ‘crime’ against him. His childishness even goes so far as to influence his secondary obsession. Among the many other things he’s discovered in his manor, he has at his disposal the resources to make porcelain dolls, and one of his ways to keep himself entertained in his ‘downtime’ is to create and collect doll representations of all of his victims, even making clothes out of scrap fabric and any spot on the actual person’s clothes that isn’t ripped or bloodstained. Most of the dolls are broken, usually by him in ways that represent how they died. Many of the dolls have been broken through time, however, and several are missing entire chunks of their heads and limbs. This, combined with his refusal to give any of them eyes, makes the appearance of even one of them unsettling. He has an entire room in his home dedicated to storing these creations, which he refers to as the ‘Doll room’, though it had eventually grown to house general clutter among the dolls, as well as left-over bones and skulls. One shelf near the top is full of nothing except jars of teeth, and neatly labelled boxes of wrist and finger bones, which he likes to keep as spares in case one of his own exposed bones gets separated or damaged. Some of these are mutilated in special ways, for instance, he keeps a selection of finger bones with tips that are sharpened into claws. The walls of this room are also lined with his photographs and scraps of notes. Despite the disorder in the room, he makes particularly sure to keep it clean, and never to kill anyone in here in a way that would make a mess. He also hates Conscience, and considers him more of a nuisance than a threat, and walks by the mirror fearlessly, even sometimes stopping to taunt him. If he has nothing better to do, another pass-time is to hunt Conscience down specifically to bully him. Likes
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Family Mother: Unknown Father: Unknown or Creator: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Other: Conscience, in a way History ((More warnings: I would say this is the most scarring part of the whole thing. Also, he likes to talk or something, so it's pretty long. >_>)) Benedict has no memory of his life before the manor. The first thing he –vaguely- remembers is waking up strapped to a table in what is now his experimentation room with a man in all white who was preparing a table of dissection instruments next to him. He can’t remember anymore how he got there, but he does remember noticing that the restraints were done up improperly, and with some effort, he managed to free himself and got the jump on his captor, whom he managed to strangle to death. His captor had, in fact, been the guardian of the manor, and as Benedict killed him, that title and the knowledge and power that came with it was passed on to him. Memories of his old life were pushed out of his mind to make room for the understanding of where he was. He was suddenly able to understand that the ‘manor’ was more of a pocket dimension, and, by killing the previous guardian, he became a sort of deity of the dimension, thus granting him the ability to manipulate the fabric of space-time within the manor; the layout of the building itself, the speed and direction in which time passes within it, everlasting life and even the laws of physics are at his disposal as long as he resides within it. As one could imagine, all this power is very overwhelming to a human mind, and minds of a weak disposition, like Benedict and the man before him, tend to snap under the pressure. As all of this was passed onto him, most logic and reasoning, self-control, empathy, fear and general respect for other people was locked away deep inside him, and in their place left insanity, arrogance, ruthlessness and an insatiable bloodlust. As time went on, he set about making the manor his own; clearing out things he didn’t like, and exploring the infinite rooms and corridors let him discover and create new rooms, many of which with devious intent. He also discovered that he could control how the manor looked from the outside, even changing doors of other, perfectly innocent buildings, into portals to his home. In this way, he could lure and trick people into venturing inside, only to be brutally murdered. At one point, Benedict discovered a room full of doll parts, and began creating doll representations of his victims to keep himself occupied. However, he still didn’t know how to fully control the manor at this point, and a trap chamber manifested without his consent. An almost exact copy of his doll room was made, the only difference being that sitting on a swing suspended from the ceiling in the middle of the room is one doll that appears to any who see it as a representation of themselves. This is compelling enough for most people to attempt to touch it, only to discover that when a living being gets too close, their flesh dissolves, revealing their skeleton. This is just an illusion, but it is usually enough to scare people. However, since the pocket dimension is almost an embodiment of Benedict’s mind itself, the mental traps tend to function differently for him. When he wandered into this trap room once by accident, he discovered the doll likeness of himself. Unable to remember creating this, he attempted to grab it, intending to inspect it. He didn’t get far, however, and he realised it was a trap as his hands began to burn painfully. He retracted quickly enough that it only spread to his wrists, but when he went to check the wound, he discovered that his flesh had been permanently scorched off, leaving only bones. However, he found he was still able to move and use his hands like this, and even considered them an advantage when his next victim was traumatized to the point of passing out by the mere act of him touching her face. He began to see the downside, however, when he lost two finger bones and shattered a third in a struggle with a young man he was attempting to subdue. He evidently won the fight, and even made the victim watch as he used the man’s bones to replace his own. After this, he made a habit of always wearing gloves. This would not be the last time he would fall for one of his own traps. Further exploration of the manor uncovered one specific trap chamber that consisted of a mostly-empty room, with an ornately decorated floor mirror. After some debate, he decided to test this trap, and touched the glass of the mirror. Normally, the trap was intended to simply create an image of an incarnation of a person with their values and personality traits reversed. In Benedict’s case, his opposite incarnation was a tangible being, into which the Benedict’s long-forgotten humane traits, as well as the last of his sanity were drained, to be personified in his reflection. In most cases, the mirror trap would create the victim’s reflection, but trap it within the mirror. In Benedict’s case, his reflection was able to break free of the object. The person claimed to be Benedict’s conscience and dedicated his existence to following Benedict around, pointing out how wrong all the things he was doing were, and trying to persuade him to take a more morally correct path. He simply called himself Conscience, though Benedict was more inclined to call him ‘Pest’. This relationship didn’t last long, however. Benedict quickly grew annoyed with Conscience, and eventually resorted to torturing him as he would any other intruder. Slowly killing an incarnation of himself was, of course, strenuous on Benedict’s already-weak mind, and he fell further and further into insanity and emotional turmoil as he continued to inflict pain and suffering on Conscience, until one day he came to the conclusion that his uncomfortable feelings on the matter were Conscience’s fault. Wanting to punish him in a way that would hopefully cause Conscience as much psychological pain as he was suffering, he removed Conscience’s right eye, then made him watch as he removed his own and put Conscience’s in its place. To his surprise and delight, the eye actually took to his body, and he was able to use it as if it were natural. He also discovered that Conscience had superior eye-sight, as well as the ability to see in the dark. He set his own eyeball in a position where Conscience would constantly be able to see it staring at him, and left him to starve to death. He didn’t return until he had still been able to feel Conscience’s presence in the manor for over a month. This was how he figured out that Conscience shared his increased lifespan. Annoyed, he returned to the room that Conscience was being held in, and out of spite, he resorted to verbal abuse, to which Conscience reacted by calmly berating him on his conduct as he had since his creation. Frustrated, Benedict set about dissecting him, taking care to first cut out his tongue, rip his teeth from his jaws, and remove his lower jaw altogether so that he couldn’t speak anymore. At some point during the operation, Conscience died by choking on his own blood, although Benedict barely even noticed and didn’t stop until Conscience’s body was vacant of all his organs and inner workings. Unconvinced that Conscience wouldn’t just come back somehow, he disposed of the organs the only way his paranoia, rage, and bloodlust-consumed mind could think of; eating what was edible and burning the rest, consuming his heart raw, but managing to slow down enough to cook everything else. He realised he couldn’t stop there, however, as a day later, he discovered Conscience’s corpse lurching around the Manor like a zombie, just as he’d left him; stained with his own blood, missing his lower jaw, torso ripped open and empty, with Benedict’s own eye in-hand. Seeing this caused Benedict to lose inhibition and panic. He decapitated Conscience’s body, and when that didn’t work, led him into a trap chamber that cooked him to death, and just to make sure this time was permanent, Benedict ate the roasted flesh, and tossed what was left into a furnace. This worked, and it didn’t. Conscience came back, but this time as a ghost. He haunts the mirror and has no physical presence outside of it, so Benedict doesn’t consider him a threat anymore, only accentuated by the fact that Conscience is now terrified of him and tends to avoid him at all costs. |