name: James
age: 15
contact: MSN, E-mail, PM.
how'd you find us?: RPG-Directory

i've got my veins all tangled close ``

full name: Artimus Claude
nicknames: "The Hominus Nocturnea"
age: 58
group: Patient.
reason for being at the asylum:
Basically, he is inside the Asylum for being a notirous mass-murderer and cannibal, whom has brought an untimely death among many of his victims. They can never find much of the victims, but what is left of them is not a pretty sight. Mutilated and disfigured.

i just wanna break you down so badly ``

eye & hair color: Blue eyes, Black hair.
height & weight: 6"2, Weight is n/a
body type: Quite short, and skinny.
skin tone: Pale white.
distinguishing features: His hair is near enough all the time combed back, to make him look like a real gentleman. This makes him look slick and elegant. He talks with a distinguishing posh British accent, and he also does everything with polite mannerisms. He has a tendancy to have minor out-bursts of anger.
play by: Anthony Hopkins

well i trip over everything you say ``

likes:
- Healthy Women/Men
- Human flesh, and other types of "food" that may be associated with humans. E.g: Human liver, brain, etc.
- Reading about notorious criminals
- Studying the human body. and mind
- To stay clean
- To eat "fresh meat"
- To keep his appearence at a good standard
- The odd debate about things such as politics, and the human mind
- To intimidate people around him
- To trick people, with quick-thinking and wit
dislikes:
- Unhealthy Men and and Women
- Sport
- Anyone who can out-think him, or trick him
- The staff at the asylum
- Anything that isn't meat, although he does like herbs and what not on his meat
- People who aren't intimidated by him
- People who don't share the same sense of humour
- The Government
- Anyone who is against him, or opposes him
- Child molesters, Woman beaters, and rapists
strengths:
- Intelligent
- Quick thinking
- Past experience in medical and phsycological ethics
- Can come across as harmless, when he is infact quite the opposite
- Witty humour
weaknesses:
- Women and Men, who he seems to have a hunger for. Literally.
- He is indeed, not very strong. He is quite feeble, and weak.
- He has little time to excerise or walk around, due to the fact that when they need to move him, he is kept on a "leash" or in a straight-jacket with a nozzle.
- His hunger for humans
- He has a minor case of "OCD" (Obsessive compulsive disorder) which hold him back in several ways.
fears:
- People with strong mind-power, and charisma
- Psychiatrists whom know the ins and outs of his capabilities
- Enclosed spaces
- He has an unusal fear of large crowds
- His life being taken away from him
goals:
To escape the asylum, and continue his work as a psychiatrist and a murderer, only this time, he won't get caught.
best memory:
Artimus' best memory is possibly the memory in which he had tricked a young, and very healthy girl - around the age of 19 - in to killing herslef (with a little help from drugs). He then mutilated her body, and ate it bit by bit. He enjoyed every minute of her delicious tasting body.

scissor shaped across the bed, you are red, violent red ``

parents:
- Martha Claude (Mother, Deceased)
- Andreas Claude (Father, Deceased)
siblings:
None.
other:
None.
overall history:
Artimus Claude was brought up in a quiet suburban village in Gloucstershire. It is here in which his life began to form the notorious mass-murderer known as "The Hominus Nocturnea". It all began, in the summer of 1972. Artimus Claude was now the age of 22. An adult, the beginning of his REAL life. Or so it seemed. He was at university studying to become a pshyciatrist. However, not everything was going so well. He had received a letter from home, it was urgent. From his Father. His Mother had passed away. He left University to return home, and to care for his shock-stricken father. Here he unravelled the truth. Over time, he began to peice together "clues". Such as his Father's unusual behaviour. Finally, he found out that it had been his father whom had killed his Mother, in a sudden burst of anger. At this, Artimus became angered by his Father's actions and disposed of him, in a gruesome way. He had "captured" his father, and had caused him to not be able to move. He then decaptiated his Father. This is where the cannibalism began.
As he had decapitated his Father, the blood had sprayed all over Artimus. A tiny bit entering his mouth. The blood brought an arousing sense to him... and he enjoyed it. From here, Artimus went disposed of his Father's dead body and went back to University where he became an accomplished Psychiatrist. He began his reign of terror from then on...

i'll make damn sure that you can't ever leave ``

member title: I ate his liver.
sample rp:
The clock struck midnight. The loud, ear-piercing bangs of the church-bell echoed throughout the deserted fields. The stars, and the moon in the sky where the only source of light reflecting down upon the two figures in the field. Exasperated screams seemed to roll through the seemingly never ending fields around the two people in the field. One man was laying on the flooy, writhing in utter agony. The other man stood over him, his sleak, black hair seemed to give off an "halo" effect due to the moonlight reflecting off of his combed hair. Half of the mans face was in shadow, yet the other side wasn't. From what a person could see from his face, it was hell-bent and sinister, with a gruesome smile eteched across his jaw. In his hand he held a blade of some kind, which was drenched in blood. "It seems you thought you could stop me, Sir. Am I correct? The seemingly sinsiter man said, in a polite tone.
"No... It's not what you think! I... I -" the man stopped talking, as the other male cut across him.
"I don't have time to hear your petty excuses. I've been working my apetite up for you for a long time... and now you're there. Helpless. Looking so... DELICIOUS" He licked his lips, as his tongue quivered seemingly aroused by what was happening. The polite man then honed in on his helpless victim, and began to cut away with his long blade. The blood splurted everywhere.
The man arose. His face was no longer in shadow, and all of it was shrowded in blood. He wiped his hand across his face, wiping away the blood. He licked the palm of his hand, tasting the blood. He gave off a sort of hiss, which was followed by a blood-curdling laughter.

[Sorry, if this isn't done correctly, and/or it's not really that good. It was late when I did it, and I wanted to get it done... So, apologies.]]