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, adrian asher whitney.
" i’ll watch you die. "

, a dark congregation of familiar faces .

name: lala.
age: eighteen.
contact info: just ask for the stuff.
gender: female.
experience: five years.
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, a red rose fell upon the soft snow .

name: adrian asher whitney.
age: twenty.
hair: shaggy and kind of lengthy all of the way around. black in color, tends to be straight, sometimes he grows it out.
eyes: often a very vibrant blue, can fade into a light shade of blue.
distinguishing features: multiple tattoos all over his forearms, bottom lip pierced twice, also known as “snake bites.”
height: six foot two.
weight: one hundred and sixty-five pounds.
illness: sadistic personality disorder.
face claim: andy sixx

, i am swallowed by the guilt of this .

likes:
` causing pain.
` candy.
` baked goods.
` vanilla frosting.
` horror films.
` causing trouble.
` caffeine.
` sex.
` drugs.
` alcohol.
` tattoos.
` piercings.
` heavy metal music.
` techno music.
` hockey.
` action films.
` television.
` technology.
` taunting others.

dislikes:
` people who whine.
` bright colors.
` being told no.
` country music.
` rap music.
` hip-hop music.
` ballet.
` tennis.
` romance films.
` being insulted.
` being mocked.
` being nagged.
` tears.
` guilt.
` clingy girls.

strengths:
` manipulating people.
` very clever.
` easily finds his way out of trouble.
` easily wins people over.
` easily figures things out.

weaknesses:
` often loses his temper.
` can’t control his temper.
` doesn’t know when to shut up.

fears:
` afraid he’ll never be remembered.
` afraid of monkeys.
` dying in his sleep.

secrets:
` loves the taste of blood.
` loves the sound of bones breaking.

detailed personality: there is no easy way to describe adrian. to begin with, he’s heartless and really doesn’t like people. which is strange because he gets along with them quite well. he lies, he cheats, he steals and he gets away with all of it. adrian is the kind of person that can look into your eyes and lie through his teeth without you giving any question in the world. from an early age on, adrian was forced to learn how to lie in order to get the things he wanted, after awhile lying became like a second nature to him. he’s an excellent liar and rarely is he caught. those that have accused him of lying have wound up dead because of it. he hates being accused of things, regardless of whether or not they are true. adrian is really easy to annoy, but rather hard to anger. it takes quite a bit to actually piss him off. when he’s angry, everyone knows it by the screams of the person that pissed him off.

adrian is the kind of person that rarely shows any kind of emotion except anger and perhaps happiness. he enjoys the thrills of bringing pain to those around him, be it physical pain, emotional pain or mental. he’s ruthless and couldn’t give a care in the world what other people thought. he acts the way he wants, does the things he wants, and ignores all of the rules in society because they don’t fit his standards. adrian can be considered a nonconformist, since the day he started walking, adrian has been known for doing things against the norm. wearing his clothes funny, taking on an accent just for the hell of it, and even spouting off random german just to confuse the people around him. he loves getting a rise out of people. seeing their reactions, watching as they breakdown because they can’t handle the way he is. he’s a typical asshole. little regard for other people. he’s self centered and obnoxious at times. he tends to act extremely random at times, just another way he weirds people out.

once getting passed his extremely thick outer layer, it’s been said there’s a very sweet side to adrian. although very few people have actually witnessed this side. it’s been said that he can be compassionate when he needs to be and he can even be honest when the time calls for it. most people can’t get past his prick like behavior in order to find the “myth” that is the decent side of him. adrian is always full of questions, although he would never ask them out loud. he’s the kind of person to silently think about things. he’ll ask himself the questions, hoping through many trains of thought that he just might figure things out on his own. he hates asking for help, almost as much as he hates people. he figures, if he can’t do it by himself, then it’s not worth doing. he’s stubborn and reckless and often places himself in situations that could be potentially dangerous, purely for the hell of it. he just loves to have fun, and doing reckless shit seems to be the only way he can really have fun.

, you dared to kiss the face of the night .

mother and father: susan whitney/computer designer (forty-four)
father is unknown, disappeared soon after adrian’s birth.

siblings: n/a
birthplace: berlin, germany.
hometown: berlin, germany.
pets: n/a.
children: n/a.

detailed history: born into an already screwed up family, adrian was just another problem to be added to the shit pie that had developed over the years. the relationship between adrian’s mother susan and his father was far from perfect. hell, it was the complete opposite of that, it was non-existent. adrian, a baby born from rape had his life already planned before he’d been born. nine months before hand, susan had been attending a party when she’d run into his father. things happened and before the night was through, susan was forced into a room, stripped of her clothes and silenced every time to tried to scream. what a way to create a child, right? several weeks after this happened, susan began feeling a little off, figuring it would be smart to ask her doctor, susan made an appointment, little did she know she was pregnant. after a confusing meeting with her doctor, they both came to the conclusion that susan was carrying a new life inside of her. this is supposed to be one of those happy moments, no. susan was terrified. reality had come flooding back, and she knew what had happened. sadly, she was the one that had to deal with the consequences.

after the nine months was up and adrian’s screaming form was brought into the world, susan finally set her eyes on her son born of sin. so small and so fragile. it wasn’t his fault for what happened, and it wasn’t like she was going to force him to deal with the shit that had happened. she would raise him to be the very best he could be. at least those were her intentions. the first few months after being brought home, susan began noticing that adrian seemed like a rather strange baby. he never cried, ever. she had to assume when he was hungry, and she always had to be careful, for fear that he might injure himself somehow. growing worried that something might be wrong with her son, susan brought him in to have him checked out. the doctor’s stated he was perfectly healthy and she should feel blessed for having a child that wouldn’t wake her up with crying. still a little spooked by the idea, she placed baby monitors all over the house on the off chance he might make a sound.

around the age of two, adrian still seemed to be stuck in his “no crying” stage. nothing seemed to phase or bother him. never crying, never shouting, never calling out in any way. susan’s worry continued to grow stronger. her son had been in the world for over two years, he knew everything he was supposed to and he seemed to get along with everyone, but he rarely spoke, rarely made a sound. everything was done through actions. swinging his little fists around at the other children, sticking his tongue out and even kicking at them. figuring he was too young to understand, susan pulled him away from the other kids, for fear her son might harm one of the other children. he seemed harmless on the outside, yet somewhere deep within the little boy seemed something horrible and vicious.

in the beginning of his school years, adrian’s mother still held her worries about him harming the other children, although he was her son, she asked the school to keep a close eye on him. she claimed he’d been acting strangely and was hoping maybe they could figure out what was wrong with him. the school said he was an aggressive child, but there was nothing to worry about. he would eventually grow out of this stage and become a normal child. the kind of kid she’d always asked for. some time around fifth grade it became obvious that adrian wasn’t going to grow out of his aggressive state. by this time he’d finally started using words to express himself. he’d insult the other children just to watch them cry, he would even harm them with toys and objects with sharp corners. adrian was pulled from school by the time eighth grade hit. he was forced into an institution where he was taught the various skills he needed to learn to behave normally around the other kids. the institute noticed that adrian seemed to be more sadistic than some of the cases they’d seen in the past. they advised that he be taken to a specialist where they could properly diagnose him.

during what would have been his freshman year of high school, adrian was diagnosed with sadistic personality disorder. which basically stated he enjoyed causing others pain to make himself happy. at the time adrian was enrolled in a public high school. he was placed in special classes that prevented him from having contact with the other students. as time continued to pass, adrian grew more and more ruthless. by the time his senior year hit, adrian had hospitalized several students and faculty members, he’d been arrested numerous times and finally placed in jail for a couple of weeks, while there he tortured several inmates to death and was finally placed on trial. his attorney held the records of his diagnosis from his younger days and proved him to be clinically insane. at the age of nineteen he was sent to an asylum somewhere in the eastern side of europe. he’s been there for little over a year. he’s injured many of the staff members and just as many of the patients. adrian is rarely allowed to set foot from his room for very long, for fear he might succeed in killing more people.

, in the cold like a hundred souls escaping .

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