Massacre

[hr]

[size=9pt]If Massacre's personality needed to be summed up in exactly one word, 'creepy' would suffice. One thing is for certain about Massacre - he is not entirely sane. However, nothing else can be said with certainty for him, because he is entirely unpredictable. Massacre grew up abused, with a skewed sense of moral and justice. Because of this, he takes pleasure in hurting others in the same way that he was hurt as a kit.

He revels in the suffering and misery of others - particularly when it is caused by him. He will often hunt down random victims whom he considers 'weak' or 'worthless' and then attack them and torture them to death, or to death's door. He takes pleasure in torturing others and forcing she-cats, because it makes him feel superior and above them. He only enjoys this so much because at heart, he feels wretched. Seeing others in pain caused by him makes him feel strong and powerful.

Massacre has high self-esteem on the surface, however. He is extremely self-confident, generally thinks of himself as superior to all other cats although he will not always show it. He is notoriously fickle with his loyalties, and can even show hints of a multiple-personality-disorder, taking on completely different and varying personas depending on who he is talking to. It is questionable whether he does this voluntarily as all part of his act, or it is something he has no control over because it always seems so real. However, despite all this, Massacre is extremely intelligent. To the point where it is disturbingly. And of course, he does not let such a virtue go to waste.

Highly deceptive, Massacre is more clever than a fox. He's sly and manipulative, excellent at finding exactly how to work his way into the depths of someone's heart and then start to unhinge them piece by piece from there. He finds emotionally tormenting someone almost as satisfying as physically hurting them. He can also often use his cleverness to manipulate every situation to his favor, having a subtly shown but disturbingly intimate knowledge of psychology. He is also very adept at hiding his true thoughts and feelings.

Indeed, Massacre is a creepy cat. He isn't a cannibal or anything like that, but he's a sadistic, manipulative and unpredictable animal that has questionable sanity. He finds pain to himself enjoyable as well as to others because he feels 'alive' when he is in pain, and though he doesn't go looking for fights, he never backs down from one. He's passive-aggressive, just the kind to smile sweetly and charmingly into your face before he tears your throat out, or rip someone from limb to limb and then cradle them like a kit until they died.

Despite his intelligence, Massacre is still rather one-sided. He's pinned on his beliefs and will stand by them with frightening stubbornness. He's narrow-minded in his views, which stems from the teachings of his abusive father. He also desperately fears to ever be out done by any cat, in strength or intelligence. He is also somewhat self-deluding with his views of himself, often augmenting his greatness mentally far more than he actually is good. However, this all just makes him all the more dangerous and unpredictable. Tread with care around this cat.[/size]

[hr]

[size=9pt]In appearance, Massacre does not seem to be at all particular. He is a rather average cat, with a pure black coat and has only a slightly above average height and weight. But do not be fooled, for this build enables him to do many things. There is not one pound of superfluous flesh on his body. It's all muscle, bone and fur. He has enough bulk so that he can be a powerful opponent in battle, but enough leanness so that he is agile and swift on his paws, capable of speed and maneuvers that even the most graceful large, bulky cat can't match.

He has pale yellow eyes that at times, seem almost absent of color. They always hold a terrifying, cold and calculated look that can be quite intimidating, unless he wishes to appear friendly and amiable. His pelt is short, dense and coarse, nothing beautiful or special, but something useful in most forms of weather, reasonably water resistant and an extra layer of light protection in battle.

He's not particularly handsome, but certainly not ugly. No visible scars mar his pelt or body, for despite his love for battles, he has enough ability to keep himself from being maimed. His coat is usually smoothly groomed and arranged in a deceptive way to give those who judge by looks a better opinion of him. At times, he can behave, speak or look a tad insane, but those times are rare, for the signify he is loosing a hold of himself, and he seldom does. He has a deep, commanding voice that is the kind which, if he called, you would stop and listen. He bears himself with pride and superiority.[/size]

[hr]

[size=9pt]Massacre was second-born to a pair of loners known as Typhon and Iola. His father was a severe and abusive tom that had seduced his mother and then begun to abuse her, which lead to her becoming more or less emotionally damaged and dysfunctional. Thus Massacre and his siblings grew up as neglected children, abused by their father and ignored by their mother.

However, one must bear his lot in life, and Massacre and his siblings did just that. They grew up following their father's views. Typhon carefully taught his children of how to kill and cause pain to others, and taught them that they should never let any cat become better than them. He was highly demanding, easily angered, and had a terrifying temper when roused. The one cat that escaped the worst of Typhon's teachings was Milada. She had been born with some defects, and was significantly weaker than her littermates.

Because of this, she was unable to participate in many of the harsh training methods that their father forced them to do, and was therefore spared from much of his cruel teachings. Her brothers, however, being only kits, viewed this as her being 'protected', and hated her for her weakness. Massacre came to think that all she-cats were weak and useless because of this, seeing how his mother behaved and how useless and feeble his sister was, he grew to hate them with a passion. His father eagerly encouraged this belief of his, and carefully kept the kits isolated from the world so that they would never see the truth - and that when they finally did, they would already be too far gone to change their beliefs.

And so, with the seeds of insanity carefully planted and nurtured by their father, the kits grew steadily into adults. When the kits reached nine months of age, in another one of their father's abusive fits, the brothers ganged up on him and killed him with their newly learned knowledge. Typhon fell because he himself had taught his kits to never let anyone behave in such a way to them. In their scorn and the heat of their rage, they also disposed of their sister and drove their mother off.

After this event, with newly boosted ego's with their successes in their first killing, the brothers entered the world and began to wreak havoc among all those who had the misfortune of finding themselves within a 5km range of these brothers. After various killings and won battles, after tearing down cat after cat, Massacre became proud, and almost conceited. He renamed himself Massacre and now roams the land, in search of victims to terrorize.[/size]

[hr]

[hr]