The Writing Writer
03-12-07, 07:30 PM
History:
" Oh dearest reader, pity me not,
though my hands are shaking and my mind is distraught.
For I have found peace in this wretched hall.
At last, I've killed them. I've murdered them all.
Oh dearest reader, I've a story to tell.
A story of love, of loss, of heaven...of hell.
My dearest Jennet, her skin was fair.
Her eyes were brown, as was her hair.
Once full of life, now frozen in death,
though I must admit, I have no regret.
Betrayed me did she, my dearest Jennet,
the scent of a man I smelt on her breath.
Why? I pleaded, to my bride to be.
Why choose him? Why betray me?
I hate you she said, tears welling inside.
You value your quill more than your own bride!
It was then Jennet made her last mistake.
My ink she did spill, and my quills she did break.
My dearest Jennet, you've spilled my ink.
I cannot write now, or so you think.
I need not ink to write these words down.
Nor quill nor parchment. Only this knife I have found.
I cut her once, I stabbed her twice.
I stabbed her deep, her bones I did grind.
My dearest Jennet, if only you could see,
The beautiful poem sitting before me.
Parchment of flesh, a quill of bone,
Your blood is the ink, and my heart is of stone.
Once I had finished, with my dearest Jennet,
I sought out her lover, and made him regret.
An iron spoon to scoop out his eyes,
My bare hands alone took away his life.
I used no weapon to take my revenge.
With only my hands, I tore away his skin.
Beautiful parchment, his skin did make.
You read from it now, you see his mistake.
Oh dearest reader, there's much more to come.
Many lyrics unread, many songs unsung.
Your blood is my ink, whether foe or friend.
Be advised dear reader, I will kill you. Be careful...the end. "
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Name: Jacob Zachary Burhkheardt a.k.a.: The Writing Writer
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 138 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Faint Pink
Alignment: Chaotic
Personality:
Jacob's fiance, the only woman he ever loved, left him for another man. She hated Jacob because he was always lost in his books or writing his poems. She felt neglected and thus gave her love to another. Jacob was devastated when he found out she had been with another man, but it was when she said it was because of his poems, that The Writing Writer lost his mind. Jacob brutally murdered his fiance and the man she had been with. Even more twisted, he used their own skin, blood and bones to write poems about them. Jacob's mind is completely unstable, he has become nothing more than a mad man, a psycho killer. Somewhere in Radasanth, he has a hiding place. The walls of his sanctuary are lined with the skin of his victims. The skin, of course, is used as parchment, and each piece has a poem written in blood.
In public, Jacob pretends to be normal. He seems like a well mannered, kind, and productive member of society. Those who see through his masquerade could very soon wind up as nothing more than a poem if they are not careful.
There are some, who accept Jacob's life style, some even applaud it. These people are the closest thing Jacob has to friends.
Appearance:
Jacob stands six feet tall and has a slender build. His muscles are well toned and his skin is pale. His hair is black, tattered and about shoulder length. His eyes are a faint pink, and if he is acting well, seem to be kind, though they mask an insanity few could fathom. He is a handsome young man, though that means little to him. His mind is too mangled to have any more desires of the flesh. Though he has used seduction to coax some of his victims into his lair.
Clothes:
The only thing Jacob wears is a pair of worn denim pants that fit snuggly around his thighs.
Skills/Abilities:
Hand to Hand Combat: Jacob is a relatively skilled brawler. He is quick, agile and very strong for his size. He fights wildly, striking whenever possible with whatever he can. He bobs and weaves, ducks and dodges, jumps and dives. His madness is his strength in combat.
Increased Speed and Agility: Jacob is light weight and thus has above average speed and agility. He is a difficult target to strike. Slow enemies will have a hard time landing a blow on this one. He can also run a slightly faster speed than most, but only for a short distance.
" Oh dearest reader, pity me not,
though my hands are shaking and my mind is distraught.
For I have found peace in this wretched hall.
At last, I've killed them. I've murdered them all.
Oh dearest reader, I've a story to tell.
A story of love, of loss, of heaven...of hell.
My dearest Jennet, her skin was fair.
Her eyes were brown, as was her hair.
Once full of life, now frozen in death,
though I must admit, I have no regret.
Betrayed me did she, my dearest Jennet,
the scent of a man I smelt on her breath.
Why? I pleaded, to my bride to be.
Why choose him? Why betray me?
I hate you she said, tears welling inside.
You value your quill more than your own bride!
It was then Jennet made her last mistake.
My ink she did spill, and my quills she did break.
My dearest Jennet, you've spilled my ink.
I cannot write now, or so you think.
I need not ink to write these words down.
Nor quill nor parchment. Only this knife I have found.
I cut her once, I stabbed her twice.
I stabbed her deep, her bones I did grind.
My dearest Jennet, if only you could see,
The beautiful poem sitting before me.
Parchment of flesh, a quill of bone,
Your blood is the ink, and my heart is of stone.
Once I had finished, with my dearest Jennet,
I sought out her lover, and made him regret.
An iron spoon to scoop out his eyes,
My bare hands alone took away his life.
I used no weapon to take my revenge.
With only my hands, I tore away his skin.
Beautiful parchment, his skin did make.
You read from it now, you see his mistake.
Oh dearest reader, there's much more to come.
Many lyrics unread, many songs unsung.
Your blood is my ink, whether foe or friend.
Be advised dear reader, I will kill you. Be careful...the end. "
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Name: Jacob Zachary Burhkheardt a.k.a.: The Writing Writer
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 138 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Faint Pink
Alignment: Chaotic
Personality:
Jacob's fiance, the only woman he ever loved, left him for another man. She hated Jacob because he was always lost in his books or writing his poems. She felt neglected and thus gave her love to another. Jacob was devastated when he found out she had been with another man, but it was when she said it was because of his poems, that The Writing Writer lost his mind. Jacob brutally murdered his fiance and the man she had been with. Even more twisted, he used their own skin, blood and bones to write poems about them. Jacob's mind is completely unstable, he has become nothing more than a mad man, a psycho killer. Somewhere in Radasanth, he has a hiding place. The walls of his sanctuary are lined with the skin of his victims. The skin, of course, is used as parchment, and each piece has a poem written in blood.
In public, Jacob pretends to be normal. He seems like a well mannered, kind, and productive member of society. Those who see through his masquerade could very soon wind up as nothing more than a poem if they are not careful.
There are some, who accept Jacob's life style, some even applaud it. These people are the closest thing Jacob has to friends.
Appearance:
Jacob stands six feet tall and has a slender build. His muscles are well toned and his skin is pale. His hair is black, tattered and about shoulder length. His eyes are a faint pink, and if he is acting well, seem to be kind, though they mask an insanity few could fathom. He is a handsome young man, though that means little to him. His mind is too mangled to have any more desires of the flesh. Though he has used seduction to coax some of his victims into his lair.
Clothes:
The only thing Jacob wears is a pair of worn denim pants that fit snuggly around his thighs.
Skills/Abilities:
Hand to Hand Combat: Jacob is a relatively skilled brawler. He is quick, agile and very strong for his size. He fights wildly, striking whenever possible with whatever he can. He bobs and weaves, ducks and dodges, jumps and dives. His madness is his strength in combat.
Increased Speed and Agility: Jacob is light weight and thus has above average speed and agility. He is a difficult target to strike. Slow enemies will have a hard time landing a blow on this one. He can also run a slightly faster speed than most, but only for a short distance.