Post by Cain on Oct 11, 2015 21:16:00 GMT -6
(Note: The following is a sample promo of my work as my most successdul character Cain. What I want are opinions on what you think, and if he'd be a better fit than Havoc. Note, I've played monsters my whole efed career.)
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
Do you know what that is? I do. That's the sound of a human heart. Right now, it is the sound of my prey's heartbeat. She doesn't know that I've followed her for this whole night. She has no suspicion of my stalking whatsoever.
Why is that? Because I am Cain. I am the perfect predator. I cannot be escaped.
I wasn't always like this, mind you. You see, when I was born it was just me, my brother, two sisters, and our parents. I'd marriedy youngest sister, that was common in my time. Why do you think that you are all here?
But you see, my younger brother? He was a different story. He was just a kiss ass. I remember everything from the day that GOD showed him favor over me. It's amusing how he "got his" though. Killed with the jawbone of the very same ass he sacrificed.
Some would say he was lucky. After all, I am not his keeper. But me? I am cursed with the mark. It is of my namesake. The bright side is, I can never die. I can never get sick. No man can do permanent harm to me. But shit, the downside is I have become addicted to the art form I created. Yes. Murder is an art form and I am it's Leonardo Davinci.
...
It's cold tonight. She's shivering like a leaf as she stands there at the bus stop, awaiting the Greyhound to wherever her parents are not. Not bad looking. She's about five feet tall, ample breasts, nice ass, blonde hair framing her chubby face. Her blue eyes as filled with doubt.
She starts as I move up next to her, offering a curt nod in greeting.
"Hi."
I said nothing as I examined the young woman from head to toe. I could smell blood on her, perhaps menstruation. She had to be in her late teens, perhaps nineteen. But I could smell something else as well.
"You shouldn't be out so late."
"Oh? Well, you're not my daddy so piss off."
Disrespectful little whore. Maybe she doesn't understand what's coming. Maybe she doesn't see the dying trees. Trees and plants seem to die whenever I am around. I've also noticed that tv screens? Well, they lose signal. They become naught but a static transmission.
"I warned you."
She looked up to me.
"Dude, I don't even know yo-" she blinked and struggled."-hey creep! Let go of me! Rape! Rape!"
I let her slip free from my grasp to run down the street, her feet clacking along the asphault in those slutty heels. By the way, I am not interested in raping her. Not interested in the sin of lust. Just wrath. Get it?
I kept a steady pace as she ran. My walking? Yes, I was walking briskly and chasing her. No need to break into a full sprint. The darkness is and always has been my best friend. Thousands of years old evolution does that to a beast. I simply embraced the shadows and appeared before her. That other smell? It was fear. She looked up to me for a moment before trying to run again. Then...
...SNAP!
"Hrmf. Knew that would happen. So-" I squatted over her, brandishing my talons."-I hope you've given your soul to Jesus, because your ass belongs to me. If not, say your prayers, little girl."
"Please don't, I have a boyfriend! I was going to see him! Please! I'll give you money, just don't rape me!"
"Pfft. Rape you? No. I have no desire for that. I just want one thing, and that's your heart, my dear."
She tilted her head and then screamed right before my sharpened nails dug into the soft skin of her throat. This wasy favorite way to kill. Because you see, maximum bloodspray potential. Before you knew it, the light crept out of bright blue eyes.
Nothing like the feel of fresh virgin blood washing your face in the middle of the night. But the real prize only came to me after I tore that beautiful chest open and pulled her heart out. Quite tasty, actually.
As headlights appeared, I took my leave. One more life taken, more power for me. May she now rest in peace. Shit, I don't care.
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
Do you know what that is? I do. That's the sound of a human heart. Right now, it is the sound of my prey's heartbeat. She doesn't know that I've followed her for this whole night. She has no suspicion of my stalking whatsoever.
Why is that? Because I am Cain. I am the perfect predator. I cannot be escaped.
I wasn't always like this, mind you. You see, when I was born it was just me, my brother, two sisters, and our parents. I'd marriedy youngest sister, that was common in my time. Why do you think that you are all here?
But you see, my younger brother? He was a different story. He was just a kiss ass. I remember everything from the day that GOD showed him favor over me. It's amusing how he "got his" though. Killed with the jawbone of the very same ass he sacrificed.
Some would say he was lucky. After all, I am not his keeper. But me? I am cursed with the mark. It is of my namesake. The bright side is, I can never die. I can never get sick. No man can do permanent harm to me. But shit, the downside is I have become addicted to the art form I created. Yes. Murder is an art form and I am it's Leonardo Davinci.
...
It's cold tonight. She's shivering like a leaf as she stands there at the bus stop, awaiting the Greyhound to wherever her parents are not. Not bad looking. She's about five feet tall, ample breasts, nice ass, blonde hair framing her chubby face. Her blue eyes as filled with doubt.
She starts as I move up next to her, offering a curt nod in greeting.
"Hi."
I said nothing as I examined the young woman from head to toe. I could smell blood on her, perhaps menstruation. She had to be in her late teens, perhaps nineteen. But I could smell something else as well.
"You shouldn't be out so late."
"Oh? Well, you're not my daddy so piss off."
Disrespectful little whore. Maybe she doesn't understand what's coming. Maybe she doesn't see the dying trees. Trees and plants seem to die whenever I am around. I've also noticed that tv screens? Well, they lose signal. They become naught but a static transmission.
"I warned you."
She looked up to me.
"Dude, I don't even know yo-" she blinked and struggled."-hey creep! Let go of me! Rape! Rape!"
I let her slip free from my grasp to run down the street, her feet clacking along the asphault in those slutty heels. By the way, I am not interested in raping her. Not interested in the sin of lust. Just wrath. Get it?
I kept a steady pace as she ran. My walking? Yes, I was walking briskly and chasing her. No need to break into a full sprint. The darkness is and always has been my best friend. Thousands of years old evolution does that to a beast. I simply embraced the shadows and appeared before her. That other smell? It was fear. She looked up to me for a moment before trying to run again. Then...
...SNAP!
"Hrmf. Knew that would happen. So-" I squatted over her, brandishing my talons."-I hope you've given your soul to Jesus, because your ass belongs to me. If not, say your prayers, little girl."
"Please don't, I have a boyfriend! I was going to see him! Please! I'll give you money, just don't rape me!"
"Pfft. Rape you? No. I have no desire for that. I just want one thing, and that's your heart, my dear."
She tilted her head and then screamed right before my sharpened nails dug into the soft skin of her throat. This wasy favorite way to kill. Because you see, maximum bloodspray potential. Before you knew it, the light crept out of bright blue eyes.
Nothing like the feel of fresh virgin blood washing your face in the middle of the night. But the real prize only came to me after I tore that beautiful chest open and pulled her heart out. Quite tasty, actually.
As headlights appeared, I took my leave. One more life taken, more power for me. May she now rest in peace. Shit, I don't care.
-Static-
(So what do you guys think?)
(So what do you guys think?)