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| Dante | Jun 2 2008, 05:43 AM Post #1 |
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Player Information Name: Dante OOC Account: Dante Contact Information: YIM- TAZ_888 Characters Played: none atm Character Information Character Name: Cletus Kasady Alias: Carnage Age: 25 Height: 6'0 Weight: 170lbs Eyes: Green Hair: Red Sex: Male Distinguishing Features: He has a few tribal and ritual tattoos Equipment: None Powers: As the symbiote offspring of the Venom symbiote, the Carnage symbiote possesses a variety of symbiote-based powers akin to Venom, which it generally bestows upon Cletus Kasady. Carnage possesses super-human strength, speed, stamina, healing and resistance to injury. Carnage can stick to walls, create "swing lines" or "tendrils" which he uses for traveling in a manner similar to how Spider-Man uses webbing, generate "snares" to trap or entangle foes. However, unlike Venom, he is able to create detachable weapons made entirely from his symbiotic. The symbiote can protect Kasady from bullets from small-arms weapons. The symbiote can mimic any type of clothing. Carnage is able to deaden Spider-Man's spider-sense to a certain degree. It is vulnerable to sonics (to a much lesser degree than Venom) and heat (to a much greater degree than Venom). Abilities:Carnage's homicidal urges make him an erratic and dangerous opponent. He is ruthless and violent without any limits or reservations. When Carnage wants something, nothing will stand in his way. Weaknesses: Carnage is vulnerable to sonics (to a much lesser degree than Venom) and heat (to a much greater degree than Venom). History: Very little is known about Cletus Kasady’s childhood. It is clear that he is from Brooklyn, New York. As a child his mother was murdered by his father. Cletus’ telling of the story is that his mother walked in on him while he was disembowelling her dog, and at this sight she lost control and attempted to kill her son. In Cletus’ defence, his father stepped in and violently beat his mother to her death. When his father was put on trial, young Kasady offered his senior no assistance by testifying against him, saying that his father had murdered his mother for no reason. Kasady’s testimony sent his father to the electrical chair, and the man was sentenced to death. It is unclear why Cletus murdered his father in such a way. Reports say that the man was a violent drinker who used to mercilessly beat his wife and child. There is also speculation that in spite of his mother’s cocaine addiction and psychological disorders, Cletus loved his mother, and by testifying against his father he avenged his mother’s murder. With the death of both parents, and no family fit or willing to take him in, Kasady was orphaned and subsequently sent to the St. Estes Home for Boys. His grandmother was approached by authorities and offered custody of the boy, but she refused thus cementing his fate as an orphan. His antisocial and introverted behavior made him the victim of relentless teasing, bullying, and physical abuse by other orphans and even some staff. He also suffered repeated sexual assault at the hands of one of the nuns that worked within the orphanage. Relentless psychological abuse lead Cletus to compile a large criminal record as a youth, and slowly, Cletus’ psychological condition degraded to a point where he was beyond repair. Kasady committed his first murder when he was 15. The thirty something year old nun that had repeatedly violated him in the past, entered his room one night ready to impose herself on Kasady once more. No longer a child, Cletus stood up for himself, and asphyxiated the woman with his bare hands. It was the single most thrilling and defining moment in Cletus’ life, when he realized that he no longer had to be a victim of circumstance. He could take his fate into his own hands, all because he silenced his conscience. Immediately after the murder, Cletus gathered his things and set fire to the orphanage, before fleeing forever. The fire claimed the lives of three workers and one child. In the days after the fire, which was never credited to Cletus, the young man tracked down his grandmother. Still enraged by the fact that she had sentenced him to the orphanage, he murdered the old woman by shoving her down a flight of stairs. Cletus went into refuge, and so began his career as a serial killer. By the time he was in his early twenties, Kasady had been convicted of eleven murders, although he brags about committing dozens more. Eventually police arrested Kasady in after a bloody shoot out in the Bronx, in which Cletus was shot four times, while also claiming the lives of three officers. One of them happened to be the New York City commissioner. Cletus was exceptionally happy about this, glad to have murdered one of his societies moral pillars. After being allowed to recover from his wounds, Cletus was arrested and tried. He was sentenced to life at the maximum security wing of Tandem Asylum, a facility reserved for the most psychologically unstable, and violent criminals from all over the United States. It seems that Cletus has inherited an incredibly corrupted philosophy on life, blaming all of the worlds problems on socialization. He preaches a return to nature, and a return to the natural order of things in which any man or woman can do whatever they want, so long as they can survive one another. He believes that morality imposed by society is against nature, and actually stands in the way of our evolution as a species. He believes that we need to repel society and return to the chaotic world of nature where there is only the survival of the fittest. By pushing away all forms of morality and ethics, a man can become more free, and more powerful that this society could ever possibly even conceive. Kasady maintains that morality is maladaptive, it impedes survival and stands in the way of our evolution as a species. This is how he justifies his actions, with absurdist philosophy based on that the idea that the natural world is chaotic and all attempts at law, order, and civilization are perversions of truth. He wants all men to be like him, and he knows they have to potential to return to their inner selves when put in the right circumstances. He cites war and other atrocities as examples of the human potential for a return to the natural order. Ultimately, he dreams of a society based on murderous hedonism with no laws or moral order, where people have complete freedom. It is not money or domination that drives him, as Cletus has little interest in these things. He kills to promote his way of life. Death and nature is an art in itself as Kasady sees it, and the media only motivates him to share his art via their mass and ridiculous coverage during each of his murders. By spreading fear and chaos, the media is indirectly encouraging New York to behave in such a manner. Fear makes people behave according to their true nature, according to their instincts. Cletus hates the socialization process, so he is using the media, one of the most influential agents of social conditioning, to unsocialize the masses. It’s not the media that inspires him, rather he inspires the media, and they do the rest. Recently, before Eddie Brock left New York, while he slept, his symbiote asexually reproduced. The offspring has been in hiding, but without another life form to coexist with the new symbiote is weakening. It needs a human host, and it is in the Tandem Asylum area. Writing Sample: Cletus sat alone in a darkened cell, his hands chained behind his back, and his ankles chained to the chair that he was sitting in, which was bolted to the concrete floor. He was the perfect specimen of a man having spent countless hours in his cell honing his body, with nothing else to do. Still no matter how much time he spent conditioning himself physically, he would never escape this hell without help. None the less, he remained optimistic. His original psychiatric consultations and therapy sessions had been held relatively freely administered with minimal restrictions placed on him. But he became increasingly hostile as his agitated state rose and rose, and eventually he stabbed his first doctor in the eye with a pen causing the man to loose the little globe in his skull all together. After that they made an issue of cuffing Kasady when he was in the limited company of others. But soon after that he asphyxiated a security guard to death with the chains of his cuffs. He had cut his own wrists up so badly in the process, that he needed a total of 40 stitches to close the wounds he had inflicted on himself from squeezing the guard's neck so tightly. Since then, any time he was out of his cell he was chained at the ankles and the wrists, and kept in isolation from other prisoners and staff. The only human contact he had was with shrinks who came to visit him in his cell after he was completely restrained. He had frightened off seven more doctors, threatening them with deaths so sickening that the last victim needed to throw up all over herself at Kasady's incredible descriptive detail. He told her his fantasy, wanting to know what it would be like to sink his teeth into her still beating heart. Cletus was labelled as a lost cause, and here the Asylum was ready to take one last stab at rehabilitating this man before condemning him to the death penalty, in spite of New York state laws. They were sending in their top doctor, a woman who had a very decorated medical record, and who was responsible for "curing" the likes of some of the most notorious criminals to ever walk the streets of New York City. Doctor Calypso something or other. He could not remember her name exactly but he had seen her walking through the halls before. He always made sure to flash her a wicked gaze when she ventured by his cell. She was spoken very highly of among the staff, but since Cletus was not allowed to interact with fellow prisoners he had no idea what she was really about. Of course the staff would be brown nosing anyone who might be able to help them move up their pitiful social ladder, but if she actually was as talented as they said she was, he got the feeling that he would enjoy her company. Not for the psychiatric care…but for the challenge. So now he sat here in his darkened cell, waiting for this elite to arrive, so they could begin their first session, and he could see if the good doctor was everything they said she was. Calypso had finally walked into the scene, and as soon as her eyes fell on Kasady she paused, realizing exactly why everyone felt so threatened by him. She'd seen Kasady in passing a few times previously, and known the way he grinned sadistically at her. But now, for the first time ever, she was being forced to look into his eyes. Pushing her shudder away she was allowed to enter the criminal's cell and take a seat across from him, resting her files down on the table that had been set up at her request. As she sat down Kasady let his eyes rest on his lap, with his chained hands. "Hello, Mr. Kasady. I'm Dr. Calypso Ezili. I've heard a lot about you." Cletus simply did nothing, he barely even responded to her presence. And then he noticed the label on the folder she was holding. 'Cletus Casady' it read. That was when his menacing eyes finally locked on Calypso's…as if he could stare right into her soul. "Hi darling." he said cryptically. "All those years in medical school and you've yet to learn how to read and write?" he asked wryly. "Excuse me?" she returned. "My last name begins with a K." he stated. Calypso examined the folder to realise the typo on the tan folder. "Oh I see. I apologize." Cletus grinned at her words. "Isn’t that why I'm here? To apologize to you? And everyone else?" Calypso narrowed her eyes at him. "I suppose, that is one small part of why you're here. Yes. But I'd like to lead by example if possible." "It's okay good doctor...I'll find a way for you to make things right." there was a hint of danger in those words, and Calypso was too frightened to interrogate further on the subject. She placed a tape recorder on the table as well. "I have to record this for the facility. You already know this though...Now, Mr. Kasady, could you tell me a bit about yourself? I have your file, but it's so impersonal to read it. I want to hear it from you." She pulled a notebook from the folder and opened to an empty page, ready to write anything of interest he said. Calypso had noticed the notes and drawings of previous doctors, things that were hardly pleasant. Strangulation and gutting. What psychologist thought up things like that!? Tell her about himself? That was a funny question. No matter how much Cletus spoke, they would never know him. He could tell them his life story, he could go on for years and years. He could fill warehouses full of little tapes, from little tape recorders, with little rows of little doctors analyzing every little word he said over and over and over until they became the special kind of insane that he was...Tell her about himself. There was nothing to tell. The only way one could ever truly know the inner workings of Kasady's mind would be by living with him day in and day out. By walking in his shoes, and by feeling the things that he had felt. Doctors could sit here for until they turned to dust, and they'd be wasting their time. Now she wanted to know who he was. Only one thing came to his sadistic mind. "I'd rather show you." he said in that gritty tone of his. "…But it seems I am in a position of weakness so long as I reside here. Perhaps you could undo my cuffs for me?" he asked, although an evil grimace let her know he was only joking. She already seemed less afraid of him than the other doctors, which earned her a sort of sick respect from him. All the PHD's of the past were stinking with fear, no matter how confident they pretended to be, no matter how desperately they tried to mask their feelings…they had failed. This one on the other hand was apprehensive, and curious…but not as a afraid as the rest. Maybe she just did not know him well enough. Maybe she was just a good actor….Or maybe she was a little sick in the head herself. Cletus smiled at that last possibility and finally he decided he would answer her question. "My self…My self…You want to know about my self. Well, lately I have been missing that sound." he started, leaning forwards to get as close as possible to her, and to becoming as imposing a figure as his position would allow him to be. His eyes were insane…and cold. Even a child could take a single look into Kasady's eyes and know that he had a different set of rules to live by, that he operated under laws that applied to only those who have been through hell. "I miss that sound of someone choking. I just wanna wrap my hands around someone's neck, and squeeze…and squeeze…and squeeze…and squeeze excreting all my power over them until there is absolutely nothing they can do. I want to collapse their windpipe, and watch as their eyes and their face turn blood red from the lack of oxygen. Sometimes the blood vessles in their retinas and such pop, giving them that amazingly tormented look. I want to hear them gasp as their body struggles to fill lungs with something that it will never again breath. I want to look into their eyes, and smile the most wicked smile, as they realise they are about to die…" Calypso wrote and did nothing as Kasady spoke. She just watched him, trying to push away the mental images he was providing. ".....Okay. And why do you miss this?" Cletus cocked his head to the side curiously, still staring right through her eyes and into her mind. “You should see it Ms. Ezili. You should see how a man's gaze changes, how all signs of hope flee his being, how the glimmer of life in his eye ceases to exist…once he realises he is about to die. That's the thing. It's not the second he stops breathing...No... That's not what kills him. A man dies when he losses that hope, when the glimmer dies, and he resigns himself to the darkness. There is nothing quite like it…It is one of the most spectacular things in the world. You really should try it some time…I promise you wont be let down." Kasady just stared at her with a strange kind of satisfaction before he leaned back in her chair. He would have offered for her to try it on him if he thought she would have gone for it. |
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