Д ρɦσʈσ of me:
❝-" A l-little cyanide will cure w-what ails y-ya.. Trust me, I-I'm a d-doctor..." -❞
ϒo~ My ɴɑϻε happens to be:
{Jack of the Dead}
βut people sometimes ϲɑℓℓ ϻε:
{Jack, Dead Jack, Boogeyman}
ɭf it wasn't obvious, I❜ɱ ɑ:
{Male Human}
ʈhis is a ϛρεϲɪɑℓ ɗɑʏ to me:
{11/2}
ɭ am cυɾɾεɴтℓʏ:
{121} years old
Ϣhich makes my ɑsϮяȯℓȯɠɨɔɑℓ sɨɠи:
{Scorpio}
םid I ever tell you I❜ɱ ɑ:
{Curio shop owner}
Σveryone has their own ɋυɩяκs:
{Awkwardly silent, quick to get excited, smiles often, stares a little too intently at people. Deadly serious when it comes to business}
ζast time I was measured I sʈѳѳɗ ɑт:
{6'2"}
ɑnd I ωεɩɠɧ around:
{190lbs}
ʈhings like these ɪɴтяɪɢυε ϻε:
{Old silver antiques,
elegant and formal attire,
large knives,
grave soil and dirt in general,
insects,
smiling at random,
raspberry cheesecake,
checkers.}
ʈhings like these ɗɪsɢυsт ϻε:
{cats,
necromancers,
firearms,
alcohol,
the living impaired
}
ʈhings like these ϻɑκε ϻε cяɪиɢε:
{large bodies of water,
overly dry areas,
robed men,
doctors.}
ʈhis is my ℓɩғε-sȶσɾץ:
{Jack in his childhood was a simple boy with awkward interests. He would spend his days outside the local morgue, counting how many bodies would go in and how many coffins would leave. If that wasnt enough to bring the disdain of school peers, his father was an acclaimed medical doctor who was commonly called ' The Miracle Man'. It was said he could cure anything but death, heal any injury and mix tonics and potions in mere seconds.
But Jack's father had a secret. Jack's father has learned the art of Sanguinamancy, the art of transferring living energy from one vessel to another. Even the dead held life energy in small portions, and Jack's father used that as his primary source of power. And the method of creating his one and only son...
As Jack grew older his interest in the dead grew as well, to the point of taking up the family vocation. Jack's father was ecstatic! But it was to be short lived as one night Jack's interest in the dead made him think... " My f-father... he's such a great man. Truly, none can compare to his grandeur.. b-but the flush of warm b-blood flowing through his veins.. IT SICKENS ME!! Simply disgusting father, I cannot allow such a defect. I will cure you f-father.. cure you.. hehehehe... hahahhaha... HAHAHAHAHA!!"
That night the good doctor was stabbed 37 times, his blood found in small viles in the icebox.
No one heard from Jack again, though rumors say he took up his father's cause and cures those deserving... and cures those he finds repulsive..}
What defects?:
{Speech problems, weak knees,}
Ϻy Ͼѳℓѳɾ:
{Dark Red}
Ӈere are a ғεω ȶɦɩɳɠs you might have ϻɪssεδ:
{" I'm n-not always a psychopathic killer intent on making all the world deceased.. just sometimes.. I-I h-have hobbies you k-know!!"}
Д sσɳɠ that describes me:
{March of Mephisto by: Kamelot}
ɭI listen ѳɴʟʏ to:
{Wyvernflames the Gilded}
❝-" A l-little cyanide will cure w-what ails y-ya.. Trust me, I-I'm a d-doctor..." -❞
ϒo~ My ɴɑϻε happens to be:
{Jack of the Dead}
βut people sometimes ϲɑℓℓ ϻε:
{Jack, Dead Jack, Boogeyman}
ɭf it wasn't obvious, I❜ɱ ɑ:
{Male Human}
ʈhis is a ϛρεϲɪɑℓ ɗɑʏ to me:
{11/2}
ɭ am cυɾɾεɴтℓʏ:
{121} years old
Ϣhich makes my ɑsϮяȯℓȯɠɨɔɑℓ sɨɠи:
{Scorpio}
םid I ever tell you I❜ɱ ɑ:
{Curio shop owner}
Σveryone has their own ɋυɩяκs:
{Awkwardly silent, quick to get excited, smiles often, stares a little too intently at people. Deadly serious when it comes to business}
ζast time I was measured I sʈѳѳɗ ɑт:
{6'2"}
ɑnd I ωεɩɠɧ around:
{190lbs}
ʈhings like these ɪɴтяɪɢυε ϻε:
{Old silver antiques,
elegant and formal attire,
large knives,
grave soil and dirt in general,
insects,
smiling at random,
raspberry cheesecake,
checkers.}
ʈhings like these ɗɪsɢυsт ϻε:
{cats,
necromancers,
firearms,
alcohol,
the living impaired
}
ʈhings like these ϻɑκε ϻε cяɪиɢε:
{large bodies of water,
overly dry areas,
robed men,
doctors.}
ʈhis is my ℓɩғε-sȶσɾץ:
{Jack in his childhood was a simple boy with awkward interests. He would spend his days outside the local morgue, counting how many bodies would go in and how many coffins would leave. If that wasnt enough to bring the disdain of school peers, his father was an acclaimed medical doctor who was commonly called ' The Miracle Man'. It was said he could cure anything but death, heal any injury and mix tonics and potions in mere seconds.
But Jack's father had a secret. Jack's father has learned the art of Sanguinamancy, the art of transferring living energy from one vessel to another. Even the dead held life energy in small portions, and Jack's father used that as his primary source of power. And the method of creating his one and only son...
As Jack grew older his interest in the dead grew as well, to the point of taking up the family vocation. Jack's father was ecstatic! But it was to be short lived as one night Jack's interest in the dead made him think... " My f-father... he's such a great man. Truly, none can compare to his grandeur.. b-but the flush of warm b-blood flowing through his veins.. IT SICKENS ME!! Simply disgusting father, I cannot allow such a defect. I will cure you f-father.. cure you.. hehehehe... hahahhaha... HAHAHAHAHA!!"
That night the good doctor was stabbed 37 times, his blood found in small viles in the icebox.
No one heard from Jack again, though rumors say he took up his father's cause and cures those deserving... and cures those he finds repulsive..}
What defects?:
{Speech problems, weak knees,}
Ϻy Ͼѳℓѳɾ:
{Dark Red}
Ӈere are a ғεω ȶɦɩɳɠs you might have ϻɪssεδ:
{" I'm n-not always a psychopathic killer intent on making all the world deceased.. just sometimes.. I-I h-have hobbies you k-know!!"}
Д sσɳɠ that describes me:
{March of Mephisto by: Kamelot}
ɭI listen ѳɴʟʏ to:
{Wyvernflames the Gilded}
