studlypants, mortimer

[Mortimer Edison]

MORTIMERgoshdarnEDISON

there's a fine, fine line between pleasure and pain.

` THECURTAINSRISING
i’m forgetting where i’ve been !

name ,

mortimer edison

nicknames ,

morty moo, mort, asshole, jerk, fucker.

age and year ,

nineteen years old, senior.

sexual preference ,

Bisexual (more straight, but being bisexual lets him cause more havoc).

birthday ,

fifth of september

species ,

demon

occupation ,

winterthorne student

magyck ,

- The ability to manipulate and solidify shadows
- The ability to see in the dark
- The ability to transform into a snake or group of snakes. If he turns into one snake, it will be the same size as him, or he can transform various parts of his body into smaller snakes.
- The ability to create a scythe out of shadows.

` MYBREATHFOGGEDUPTHEGLASS
so i drew a new face and laughed !

eyes ,

dark green.

hair ,

short, choppy, black-tinged blonde

body type,

thin, tall, slightly muscular.

distinguishing features ,

a black and green tattoo of a snake starts on his left thigh, slithers its way around his torso, and ends on his right shoulder. he also has a tattoo of a shining red apple over where his heart should be. finally, he has the word "SLUT" carved onto his chest.

best feature ,

his ridiculous good looks, his package

face claim ,

luca nicola

` LITTLEDEATHSINMUSICALBEDS
so it seems i’m someone i’ve never met !

likes ,

- Dai
- Cara
- Having sex with Charlotte
- Inflicting pain
- Feeling pain
- Death
- Destruction
- Sex
- The dark
- Getting what he wants
- His scythe
- Weed
- Alcohol (especially vodka)

dislikes ,

- Bright light
- Love
- Heroics
- Not getting what he wants
- Jackson
- Getting fucked around by Dai
- Getting tricked
- Giving up
- Angels
- Idiocy
- Mongooses (mongeese?)

strengths ,

- Killing people
- Pissing people off
- Fucking
- Manipulating people

weaknesses ,

- Dai
- Women
- His arrogance
- His jealousy

fears ,

- Dying
- Being castrated
- Lynch mobs

quirks ,

- He almost always wears a black hooded jacket
- Likes to fuck with people
- Likes to fuck people

secrets ,

- He literally doesn't have a heart
- He wants to spawn many many times

personality ,

Quite simply, Mort is evil. A sadist, he likes to cause pain and suffering to everyone he comes across (both physically and emotionally), but does so in a controlled and calculated manner. Ultimately, though, all he really cares about is his own arse. If he feels threatened, he'll either attempt to eliminate the threat or skip town. Despite this, he is slightly masochistic, and his own pain only fuels his desire to bring pain to others. He is obssessed with death.

Mort is remarkable (and perhaps a little sociopathic) in his ability to change his personality depending on the situation. He can appear to be shy and withdrawn, loud and cocky, or sweet and sensitive. He positively reeks of charisma, and can usually charm himself out of almost every situation.

`I’MNOTCRAZYI’MJUSTALITTLEUNWELL
i know, right now you can’t tell !

favorite cereal?

bleary-o's - death and mayhem in every spoonful! =D

deal or no deal?

SEAL!

opinion on pink, fuzzy handcuffs?

fluff is for pussies.

if confronted by the living dead, what would you do?

tell them to gtfo.

` WORDSOFWISDOMFORTHEWEARY
see who gets it in the end !

family ,

- Rynette Yaseth (mother)
- Tanas Edison (father)

pets ,

none, though he really should get a chihuahua.

best memory ,

getting together with dai.

worst memory ,

finding out dai cheated on him.

history ,

Mortimer Edison was born and raised in Los Angeles, and had a happy childhood. His parents, two very traditional demons, nurtured his natural obssession with death and causing pain, and taught their son how to indulge his hobbies without giving himself away.

However, the young demon's methods of torture started to deviate from the norm around the time he hit puberty. Rather than the standard usage of racks and whips, Mort was now seducing his prey... both female and male. This was very unorthodox for a male demon, and his father didn't exactly agree, but he couldn't possibly argue with the results.

Not only was this just as effective as the more traditional methods (if not moreso), it was discreet, and it reached a whole new "market," so to speak: emotions. Using this method, Mort could use his charms to pull in victims, cause them to love him, absolutely shatter their hearts, torture them physically, and finally kill them. He would force them to write a note about how they didn't feel worthy of him, and then use his powers to fake a suicide. It was perfect. So perfect, in fact, that by the time he turned sixteen he had murdered half his neighbourhood. He and his parents agreed that it was best for Mort to leave his home and reap lives elsewhere, and so they did what any loving family would do, and faked his death. Ever since then the young demon traveled North America, spreading death like a disease. And, funnily enough, all these victims had a nice big hickey on their necks. The Reaper's kiss of death. [cliche lulz]

[The following is courtesy of Sav]
The one thing you could guarantee about a particular little bar in Louisiana was that it would always be full of wasted optometrists. It seemed to overflow with them. Among the optometrists, who always sang off-key renditions of Christmas songs, sat a woman who was trying to drink away her latest problem: family. Her ridiculously incompetent brother-in-law had called again. Her husband had been out, doing god knows what, so the boy left a message. All it included was incessant whining about some boy named Ezra—some name that was—and how he needed his brother to come to some-school-in-some-place at once. And hell if she was about to let that happen.

Sammii Knowell had been interfering with her new life too much. If it wasn’t about his parents, it was about school. If it wasn’t about school, it was about Ezra. If it wasn’t about Ezra, it was about missing his brother. So, she found herself slumped over at the counter, sipping her drink and trying to destroy any memory of him. God. The most annoying problem of his seemed to be Ezra. What she wouldn’t give to get rid of them both. It was about this time that Michael Hart waltzed in, charming as ever, and pried into her problems. Unfortunately, this being the same Michael Hart that fathered Ezra Hart, he had stories to share as well. And their hatred of him grew together as well as their friendship.

Mort, always accutely aware of his surroundings, just so happened to be sitting next to said couple and couldn’t drown out their chatter (or so he put it). So, twirling his glass in his fingers, he leaned over and invited himself into their business. A few more drinks later, and Cathy and Michael had developed a plan: have Mort bring Ezra back to them so they could finally end his life and get on with theirs. As pitiful as it was to Mort, he accepted—for a large sum of money, of course. He went to Winterthorne to look for the boy, but found more than he bargained for. He now follows Ezra to Crestview not so that he can bring him back to the USA, but to kill him himself.

` WE’RETHEPARTYYOU’RETHEPEOPLE
let’s make this night a classic !

codename ,

bren, or whatever else you think of.

agent number ,

eighteen, yo

mission time ,

OVER NINETHOUSAAAAAAND!!!

directive ,[/i]

WHAT NINE THOUSAND?! might wanna put one in there, lulz.

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[` krii klaus!]

A C C E P T E D.
and shutttupp, there's a password now.

&welomeback!