User talk:Janus Asch

Whereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic community to its drum woven past Whereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom. Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re-released at the same given moment of recorded history, yet at a different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.

We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue. Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.

Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors.

Motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self-actualize We have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's speed may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.

Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.

Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with season

Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effect Reject mediocrity!

Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as been given for you to understand. The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant. The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pears Light years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness. The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, Ignorance, but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.

Thus, in the name of: ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON, HATSHEPSUT, BLACKFOOT, HELEN, LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITHE, LOURDE, WHITMAN, BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, GHANDI, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA, MEDUSA, GUEVARA, GUARDSIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER, HOLIDAY, DAVIS, COLTRANE, MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE, RACHMNINOV, ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE, HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTL, DICKERSON, RIPPERTON, MARY, ISIS, THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS, NEFERTITI, LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOUR LITTLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY, COSBY, SHAKUR, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED

We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone Our music is our alchemy We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever. If you must count to keep the beat then count. Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious. Curve you circles counterclockwise Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws. Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees. Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love. We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic. Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference. Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking World. Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain ____________________________________ It is very common for someone to look back over their lives and connect the visible dots in order to try to figure out exactly what is going on. In most cases this is a simple matter that can be relatively cut and dry, and though she would like to think of herself as a more complex person, Kosagi fits very well into this category.

As with anyone, her life began with her parents. Her father was a skilled and loyal member of the Branch family of the Hyuuga, who was infamous for being willing to do anything for the Main House. As a child, he was their slave. As a young man, he was their fodder. As an older man, he became their tool. No matter how degrading, how humiliating, or perverse the task was, if a Main House member told him to do something he did it. Finally it came the time for him to find a wife and settle down to raise a family after becoming a Jounin, and though it took him a while to find the right woman, he did so. At first he tried very hard not to treat his wife unkindly. No matter what kind of day he had, he would always come back home and be gentle with her. One day it ended.

Kosagi's father was not quite sure of what happened but regardless of the details, he had stopped being gentle. He felt guilty at first, a gut instinct, but strangely his spirits were soon lifted. He found work to be much less of a burden, and he found himself almost singing as he went home. What was better yet is that among the men of the clan, the ones in power, he was heralded for his ability to control his wife. Never was she found outside of the house gossiping with other women, never was she found outside of the house flirting with other men, never was she found outside of the house mingling with the undesirables of the city, never was she found (in or out of the house) disrespecting men or the Hyuuga main family, the only two things that really mattered in her life. It was her job to raise strong and healthy children that could be used to protect the main house and that was the extent of her usefulness. It was always said that a daughter from this man would be a real prize because she would understand her place in life. That was, of course, until Kosagi was born.

Kosagi seemed to be the complete opposite of her parents. Of course Kosagi's father tried to control her, and of course when she was very young it worked like a charm. As she grew though Kosagi stopped asking questions and began to figure things out on her own. Soon her thoughts that made her different, began to make her independent, and what made her independent made her rebellious when her father tried to intervene. If he made a rule, she would break it for no other reason to utterly defy him. If her overly submissive mother did something, Kosagi would do the opposite just to spite the way she lived her life. Her father tried every method he could think of to try and get her to comply to his wishes, from threatening her with bodily harm to carrying those threats out, but it never worked. She refused to back down. Although this is the only life she has ever known, she was a bright enough child to understand that this wasn't how a family should work, and knew it was wrong. So she figured that as soon as she got to the ninja academy someone would notice and do something about it, and she was right but she was also wrong.

Of course the teachers and other students noticed when young Kosagi would walk into class battered and bruised, and of course a few of them tried to do something about it, but she was possibly in the worst position she could be in. As a rule whenever something came up in Leaf that concerned a member of the Hyuuga family, the head of the clan was informed and it became his job to deal with it. So when the complaints and concerns came up to the head of the academy, they were quickly shuffled over to the head of the family who dutifully ignored them. Kosagi was a young girl in the branch family, making her almost useless, so even though she was something like a distant cousin of a cousin of a cousin she meant absolutley nothing to the leader. After a few days of being bombarded with complaints he went to go check in on the situation, and like any man in power would do the leader of the clan asked Kosagi's father what was going on, and he told the leader the truth. She was very defiant and very disobediant and he was trying in every way he knew to get her under control. So the leader said he understood and never came back to their house.

Eventually people stopped complaining and nothing changed. Some days were worse than others. One dy she may come in with nothing but a black eye. Other days she would limp into class and collapse in her seat. Regardless of her condition she always came to class, and had a perfect attendance all throughout her academy days. While the teachers could do nothing to stop the abuse she got at home many of them tried to help her work through it, and as they did so she realized something that bothered her; most of those who tried to help her were men. Why weren't the women helping a fellow female who was going through a rough time? Why was it the male teachers that came to her to try and convince her to be strong and to endure? And that was when she realized that to some degree all women were going through a similar process. All of the girls her age were being taught to be submissve and subtle. They were taught to use tricks to get what they wanted instead of simply grabbing it. Kosagi finally figured out that the men were the ones teaching the children how to fight and be a ninja, while the women were teaching the children illusions and medicine. Men were teaching the children how to be strong and stand up to their enemies. Women were teaching the children how to avoid them. Men were teaching the children to be strong. Women were teaching them to be weak.

At about seven years old, three years into the academy, Kosagi was told that she would be going into Kunoichi training, which made her quite excited. At this point her father had given up and she was very healthy and strong for a girl her age. Though she was quite small and lithe she was also able to beat any of the boys in her class in a one-on-one fight. She had made friends with some of the girls and most of the guys, an Inuzuka being her best friend. At the same time she was going off to learn how to be a Kunoichi, female ninja, he was being sent off to learn how to be a Shinobi, male ninja. At the time niether of them really understood the differences, but only knew that one was for girls and one for guys. It took until the first lesson for Kosagi to realize what was going on. When she met up with her Inuzuka friend at the end of the day he told her about how they were being taught some basic ways to kill an opponent without alerting anyone, which shocked her because she had spent the entire afternoon learning about flower arrangement so that she could easily blend into society. Once again the guys were being taught how to be powerful and she was being taught how to piddle around with pansies and daisies. Needless to say, she was not happy.

So the next week, when the gender specific lessons were being held, Kosagi skipped past the Kunoichi lessons and boldly walked into the Shinobi lessons. Of course most of the boys, though friends with her, were less than happy to see her. This was suppossed to be their lesson, something they had that the girls didn't. Some of them caused an uproar about it, but the teacher, who was thankfully a Nara and very apathetic, quelled the uprising and stated plainly that he knew that she could beat more than half of them in a one-on-one fight, so they had no room to talk. From that day forward she was no longer treated as a weakling girl, but instead like just another guy. Her skill with the Jyuuken and Byakugan grew tremendously fast and set her apart from even the main house kids. About ten years old she stopped wearing the bandana she had for several years and let her curse seal be known to the world. At that point she was abandoned by her father and mother though she was still allowed to live with the Hyuuga. After being liberated from her father and mother she began to dress differently and color her hair in weird ways, eventually getting to the intimidating yet feminine look she is well known for.

After she left her parent's house she has not had many problems except for a few playground scuffles here and there, and she almost got expelled for mauling the male teacher that suggessted she go into the medical field, claiming that such an environment would be more suited to her kind. She is now a very skilled martial artist and awaits the day that she is assigned to a genin cell. ______________________________________________________

Dr. Solomon Charr is considered by far to be the leading expert in Vampire physiology. And he will explain vampires as such:

- They are both more and less evolved than humans. They are more evolved because in many ways they are superior, such as in pure strength and speed, but are inferior due to their lack of an internal thermometer. - First and foremost the differences between a human and a vampire start with the heart. The heart of a vampire is larger, stronger, and beats at a much higher rate than a humans. For example, the human heart operates at 72 beats per minute, whereas the vampire heart can be thumping along at anywhere from 3 (lowest ever recorded) beats to 5,184 (highest ever recorded). Now this is very important because the number of beats per minute indicate at what level the vampire operates at. A higher heart rate means more energy, greater strength, increased speed, and augmented cognitive abilities, however this also means that they lose Warmth at a much higher rate (they function at a level equal to their heart beat divided by 72, so for example a vampire with a heart rate of 504 bpm operates at a level comparable to seven times that of a normal human). In contrast having a low heart rate means decreased activity within the whole body, significantly lower attributes, but it also means that Warmth is lost at a lower rate. The reason for the decrease in attributes is because while the heart rate is up the body is being provided with a large and constant amount of the nutrients it needs in order to operate properly, allowing it to function at higher capacities. - Now this concept of Warmth is very important. Warmth is exactly as it sounds, the temperature of the vampire which should be stabalized, not too hot or cold, and this is the main weakness of a vampire. As the body of the vampire is technically dead, it cannot regulate the temperature of the body. If the body get too hot there is a potential for the sensitive internal organs to fail, and if it gets too cold the heart stops and the vampire dies. This constant loss of body heat is the reason for most of the vampires weaknesses. Similar to reptiles, they can take warmth from the surrounding area, just much quicker than a lizard or snake. If they stand in the sun for more than 30 minutes they will overheat and essentially their blood with boil them inside out, hence they avoid the sun, hence the pale skin and myths of not being able to go out in the sun. Now this warmth is built somewhat like an energy source, as in vampires run off of thermal energy and stays constant until it is used, which it is pretty much every second of every day. So they can stay in cold places so long as they do not excert themselves too much. The drinking of blood, which the average human has a lot of and is very warm, recharges their Warmth storages if you will. - Feeding habits vary greatly between individual vampires. Generally their diets are reffered to as a "Cruotarian" diet, because it is based solely on blood. Then from there it is broken down into three categories, those who survive solely off of human blood (Humacruotarian), those who survive off of animal blood (Bestiacruotarian), and then those who use both with little preference for either (Cibucruotarian). According to Charr's research there is no real medical benefit to any of these as the habitual diets of human are on average insufficient in nutrients anyway. The only real advantage feeding on a human has is that generally, though it can vary on the size of the person in question, their bodies hold enough blood that one is enough to sate any vampires thirst, where as it would take several animals in order to meet the same amount. - The curse (or gift depending on how you look at it) of vampirism, to a certain extent, manifests itself differently in every individual, which leads to usually unique supernatural powers that are mostly based in psionics though there have been known exceptions. These are jokingly refered to as 'Talents' amongst vampires, and have a direct correlation in strength to the heart beat of the vampire. - Vampires are made in the same method that Anne Rice, described, no real reason for me to come up with something too outrageous.

The politics of Vampires are very skewed. For centuries there have always been attempts to bring the entirety of the Vampire race under the rule of one group or person but due to issues with keeping low profiles and the sheer difficulty of communicating with a group of people that go through amazing lengths to hide their vampire identity all attempts have failed, and have left the vampires in Anarchy, which is just fine by them because they are usually solitary predators anyway. ___________________________________

The world could not be more white and silent if God opened up a deific sized jug of Clorox and decided to drown the world in it. That, of course, was not what had happened and this was proven by a marred finish on the product. Like a single ant orphaned from its colony one boy trudged across the winter wonderland. Now the strange thing about this boy, or young man really, was not that he was outside in the cold all alone, but the fact that when walking he kept his eyes to the ominous clouds that promised more snow. He had moved many times in his life and has lived in environments that range from a desert paradise to tropical island hell, but never before had he watched the sky cry its beautiful frozen tears, but he fully intended to do so today. He was enraptured by this fluffy white stuff and took in all of the sensations of cold that he could. The supernatural brightness that the reflective snow brought to the world stung his eyes, but he kept them open. The cold but gentle wind bit and cut at his skin, but he left it exposed. He was even convinced that the crunching of his boots on the snow was actually millions and millions of tiny screams as snowflakes, that numbered the same, were crushed and the tiniest of worlds destroyed utterly, but he kept walking a smile playing at his lips. Then the snow began to fall. He stood under the collapsing sky with the same innocent and awe-filled expression he had when he was once a small boy. He watched as the miniscule

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I want to apologize in advance because originally I asked permission to make a Hyuuga character and then during the creation process I changed my mind, and decided to instead go with a Yamanaka. I noticed the lack of attention the clan was getting and I am bothered by that because of the lack of vision of the people. Also I didn't bother asking for permission again because I figured if you were willing to let me try my hand at a Hyuuga you'd be just as willing to let me attempt to make a member of a substantially weaker clan.

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Name: Yamanaka Chinou Age: 12 Gender: Male Height: 4'9" Weight: 84 lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde Appearance:

Overall Chinou's appearance gives off the aura of a well loved teddy bear. Not only is he short for his age, looking up to most of the girls in his graduating class, but he is also thin giving him a diminuative appearence, which when coupled with his feminine features, more rounded off than angular, makes him seem almost irresistably soft. His hair is medium in length, sometimes falling in his face, and very washed out giving him that peroxide blonde look. Chinou's eyes are quite the opposite, however as instead of having a faded and worn look they are like sparkling ice, a glassy but pure and bright blue. His fine peach colored skin exudes a similar radiance to his eyes, being the pure, fair skin of the kind of person that does not tan, only burns in the sun. His skin would also be flawless, without any blemishes, if it were not for the thin scar across the middle of his neck.

Maybe it is his vibrant eyes, or radiant skin, so luminous in contrast, that makes his clothes seem so shabby and stark. He wears nothing but t-shirts and jeans that are very old, most of them being from his father, and very plain, with little to no designs on them. His shirt changes color everyday though he wears a plain white t-shirt underneath everything else, and he only seems to own two pair of pants; one being faded blue and the other so old that its once gloomy black now resembles a drab gray. Chinou is a strange child in that he is very anti-shoe and will often be seen with his shoes off though they are nearby, though when he does wear shoes they are the standard ninja zori.

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Chinou is a very curious person and loves nothing more than spending his time to dissect and figure out how things work in the world. He is also very rare in the fact that he does not want to know so that he may change or control them, but only know them so well so that he might explain them to others. He is the type of easy-going open minded intellectual that derives pleasure from coming up and developing ideas than going through with them. In a group he is the kind of guy to hang back until others find their places and then he is adaptable and mature enough to fill whatever roles are left over that need to be filled.

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Date Printed: 6/23/09-New Orleans Police Department-Time Printed: 10:58 a.m. -Law Enforcement Incident Report-M.R.S. Number: 96253516 -New Orleans P.D. Complaint Number: 506810245 INCIDENT DATA Incident Type: MULTIPLE MURDERS Address of Occurance: 9463 CANTERBURY NEW ORLEANS -Arrival Time: 1145 HRS LOUISIANA Originally Recieved As: ASSAULT/BATTERY	-Time of Call: 1132 HRS Type of Premesis: RESIDENCE (ANYWHERE ON PREMISES)-GEO Code: 223.0 Copies to: MUNI COURT-Processed By: CPL. PATRICK MARTINEZ Occurred From: 05/25/09 1130 HRS-To: 05/25/09 1222 HRS Date Reported: 05/25/09-Domestic: YES Time Reported: 1132 HRS-Complaint Status: UNRESOLVED Officer(s) Assaulted or Killed: YES-Arson Related: NO Weapon(s) or Object(s) Used: MULTIPLE MELEE WEAPONS-Officer(s) Injured: YES Reporting Officer: CPL AMANDA RYAN-Car Number: 49/W Other Officers Notified: 23, 42, 54-District: 1 REPORTING PARTY Name: CHARLOTTE DETREMPES-Relation: DAUGHTER Race: AFRICAN-AMERICAN-Sex: FEMALE-Place of Birth: NEW ORLEANS, LA Date of Birth: 04/02/89-Age: 20-SSN: 135-40-5619-Martial Status: SINGLE Home Address: 9463 CANTERBURY    Phone: (985) 420-0506 NEW ORLEANS LOUISIANA Occupation: UNEMPLOYED VICTIM Name: KATHERINE DETREMPES-Relation: MOTHER Race: AFRICAN-AMERICAN-Sex: FEMALE-Place of Birth: NEW ORLEANS, LA Date of Birth: 10/22/64-Age: 45-SSN: 135-62-1660-Martial Status: SINGLE Home Address: 9463 CANTERBURY-Phone: (985) 420-0506 NEW ORLEANS LOUISIANA Occupation: H.S. HOME ECONOMICS TEACHER KNOWN SUSPECT Name: CHARLOTTE DETREMPES-Relation: DAUGHTER Race: AFRICAN-AMERICAN-Sex: FEMALE-Place of Birth: NEW ORLEANS, LA Date of Birth: 04/02/89-Age: 20-SSN: 135-40-5619-Martial Status: SINGLE Home Address: 9463 CANTERBURY-Phone: (985) 420-0506 NEW ORLEANS LOUISIANA Occupation: UNEMPLOYED NARRATIVE On May 25th 2009, Katherine DeTrempes came home to find her daughter, Charlotte DeTrempes, to be bleeding from several cross like wounds that allegedly "mysteriously appeared" across her forehead. That in combination with the ashy quality of her daughter's skin prompted DeTrempes to call 911 and request an ambulance at 1130 hrs. At 1132 hrs another call was patched to 911 from the DeTrempes residence, but this time it was the daughter, Charlotte, calling. She called to report the gruesome murder of her mother, and that she had been the one to do it.

The ambulance and officers that had been in transit to the DeTrempes residence were told of the new situation. Upon arrival, at 1150 hrs, the officers and EMTS were attacked by Charlotte DeTrempes, using various melee weapons that reportedly "appeared out of nowhere." The field officers also reported that they were unable to subdue DeTrempes by any means. Once again quoting, "We shot her but she just kept coming."

at 1200 hrs, after no contact for approx. 10 minutes, back up and the swat team were dispatched to regain control of the situation. at 1210 hrs SWAT and back up both arrived and set up. At 1213 hrs, a member of the sniper team, Officer Andrew Kukorelli, asked for and was given permission to take his shot, and reported a no hit. Three more shots were fired in the same manner and all three reported a no hit. At 1220 hrs Charlotte DeTrempes came out of the house with her hands held high. By 1222 hrs she was being driven to the station.

While in the custody of the police she confessed to the murder and gave us a handwritten letter to that effect (see attachment 2), explaining what she believed happened on the 25th in detail. Due to the strange nature of her version of the events a psychologist was brought in to examine her and her past and report his findings (see attachment 1).

The Psychological Findings of Dr. Ian Steffe for the subject Charlotte DeTrempes (Attatchment 1)

Personality: Having grown up a single child, to a single mother Charlotte has always considered family to be of the utmost importance, which makes the murder she has admitted to doing that much more disturbing. From simply talking to her I have learned a great deal about her. She is an honest and straight forward girl who can come off as egotistical, selfish, and headstrong. She is very defensive and acts sassy to protect herself from harm. Like most her age she is not delusional, but still convinced that she knows how the world works and how to manipulate it to her advantage. ____________________________________________________

Name: Rylan Falenix Age: 49 Race: Ogron Height: 7'8" Weight: 456 lbs Eyes: Black Hair: Bald Notable Markings:

Rylan believes that balance is better than focusing too much on one aspect of the self, so for an Ogron of his height he is a tad bit on the small side, prefering to balance his great strength with agility rather than just packing on the protein. By no means is he weak though, actually his musculature is cause enough for most people to take a second glance. Rock hard and densely packed his muscles seem to be rough hewn from years of strenuous labor. His skin seems to be stretched thin over them drastically increasing the definition. He is also set apart from most Ogron in that he is not only covered in scars, but extremely proud of each one, believing them to be proof of his courage and hard work.

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Rylan's birth was considered unfortunate. He was born a sickly child to a man of considerable military rank and a mother of no real importance. Being good people, they loved Rylan and raised him despite his weakness but nevertheless his father could not hide his dissapointment. He wanted so bad to have a healthy, strong boy... So Rylan gave it to him.

By the time he was 5, Rylan was already very aware of the kind of man he would become. Despite his somewhat privleged birth he was not the kind of guy who had things handed to him. He had no natural talents, he did not possess any inbred set of skills or abilities. He was the kind of guy that would have to fight for everything he wanted. Every single inch of it.

When other children his age were running around playing games Rylan was out at the training grounds watching the new soldiers being broken in, constantly pushing himself to match their progress and though it took a while, he did. By the time he was into his teens he was the most athletic and

Blasphemy (Working Title)

Name: Zakhariev Rossovich Origin: Kiev, Ukraine Age: 23 Height: 6'4" Weight: 195lbs Eyes: Heterochromia, right is blue left is green Hair: Black, straight, and long Appearance:

A man of a deceptive nature, Zak is not what he seems to be.

Naturally both tall and fit, he seems diminuitive and emactiated. Wherever he goes he carries himself in a slouched position that makes him seem below average in height, and whenever he sits to rest he does so in odd positions, such as on his feet with his knees almost in his face, that make him seem smaller and innocent. His eyes glow with a boyish mischivousness and curiosity that belies the mind of a calculating psychopath. He wears clothes that are so large that even with his build he seems to be drowning in them, which only adds to the illusion of his weak and innocent facade, especially because they almost always depict cartoon characters or are plain. His hair is typical of his people in the sense that is dark as the night is long, and he keeps his just above shoulder length and somewhat wavy but moreso straight though the last inch or so begins to curl slightly.

The only thing he cannot hide are the scars on his face. All long and thin he has one that crosses the bridge of his nose and extends under his eyes on the cheekbones. The second descends from his hairline down over his left eye to his jawline. This scar crosses the other turning it into an inverted cross on his face, and it is for this reason that he wears a medallion of St. Peter believing that it is good luck for him in some form or fashion. These long thin scars are typical all over his body, from a time when he was put through a stain glass window during a brawl but they are not his only ones. All in all he has 247 scars all over his body all from various sources, such as beatings to tortures to fights

An amazing actor Zak will often wear clothes and certain demeanors that suit the situation at hand. It is not uncommon for him to walk around masquarading as someone else, someone normal.

But every now and then Zak will find a situation in which he no longer needs to hide. A situation where he can finally be himself without worries of consequences, and when he does, his true colors show. Red and black, blood and darkness.

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Like any psychopath Zakhariev was born incomplete, both metaphorically and in a very real sense. Lacking the biological capability for empathy, he lacks the spring from whence the strongest of emotions comes from, leaving him barren of all but anger, and the worse part of it all is that he is completely aware of it. Over time he has become an excellent mimic of human emotion and as a pathological liar it is nothing to him to trick others into believeing any whimsical tell that he spins. Sometimes, there is something he needs to hide and he does so elegantly, but othertimes he lies because it is nothing more than a knee-jerk response. He surrounds himself so completely with lies that he will begin to believe them; to a certain extent at least.

Zak, above all, is a superb character actor and he does so enjoy theatre. In fact, he very much enjoys basing the characters he plays in real life off of the classical characters from the Commedia dell'Arte, finding a bittersweet sort of satisfaction in the allusion that no one seems to get. In his head he classifies these different roles under the appropriate name.

Pierrot - The role of Pierrot is the one he plays the most as it is the one he has adopted as his main stay for when he plays as himself. The Zakhariev Rossovich best known to the world is a heart broken and neurotic young man, twisted by his obsession for something that could never be his. Moonstruck he is a dreamer who is at least oblivious to, if he doesn't outright ignore reality. He claims that there is a beautiful woman who he is madly in love with named Charlotte but for reasons that he never discloses they can not be together. Sometimes he comes up with a reason to tell his audience, but then he always switches it up. For the most part he changes the reason why they can't be together to fit the next exhibition he puts on. As an artist he capitalizes on this falsified relationship to make all sorts of artwork. Some is light hearted and passoinate, "Inspired by her memory," and some is angry and demented "Inspired by the loss of her." To even further his publicity he often finds naive starlets to seduce, claiming them to be his new Charlotte, and then when things start getting serious he pushes them to the breaking point and when they leave him, he uses them to create further shows and more artwork. The funny thing is, they never learn and the next starlet is just as naive as the others but his clever nature should not be mistaken as wisdom because he is the greatest fool of them all, often the butt of jokes, pranks, and scams but nonetheless unreasonably trusting of everyone.

In this role he often wears darker, loose clothing that is shapeless and unassuming. His eyes are bruised and dark from a lack of sleep and his face is paler making his scars more difficult to see if you can at all. He wears his hair down and doesn't wash it/ His face is almost constantly donned with a melancholy smile as if he's on the verge of tears but fighting hard to keep them back. He rarely laughs, only his smile curves a bit more, but when he does it is a quiet chuckle which he usually covers with his hand as if cough. He also has a strong love of spicy foods

To begin with I want to apologize for how long this took to complete and get to you. The semester got away from me and I just kept pushing the deadline back. Here it is though, in all of it's muted glory. If you've changed your mind and don't wanna work on the comic I understand, but I figured it'd be best to send the ideas to you before you make a final decision.

Sweet Dreams, Alice (Working Title)

Plot:

This is a story that begins in the middle and will flashback to the beginnings frequently (quite pompously I might add). There are going to be three main characters.

The Antagonist will be Zakhariev Rossovich, a true psychopath born in the Eastern Block raised by gypsies who fronts as a sculptor but is constantly killing people in his free time due to this unsatiable urge to kill. Not a hunger, he's not looking for something to fill a hole, it's merely a drive that he cannot deny. Like eating or having sex. He commonly kills and then hides the body in a sculpture of his. Being raised by gypsies he is very intelligent, amazing at reading people, a godlike conman, and knows several different languages, several different skills (pick pocketing, lock picking, and the such), and is very welled versed in curses. Because of the similarites between gypsy and voodoo curses he is also a very practisced and skilled witch doctor (all of these magical abilites will be explained within his own profile). Up until he killed her, Zakhariev is a older brother figure to Alice.

The Protagonist is will only be known as The Ivory Gatekeeper (Tig). He is Alice's husband who, before her death, worked as an the Head Fiction Editor in a very powerful publishing house. The name is a reference to a few things. Most notable Morpheus's Gate of Ivory, through which all false dreams travelled. The Gatekeeper monicker also references the fact that he was the one in charge of what kind of books got published, but more contemporarily to what dreams he gives to people, which all in turn give an idea to his abilities which are to create illusions that while very vivid and very powerful are truly nothing more than illusions. The story will of course follow him on his adventure, directly after Alice's death and his transformation into the Gatekeeper, down his path to discovering the identity of the one who brutally murdered Alice, which we will all discover to be Zakhariev. Oooh shock and ahh.

Alice will be an important figure within the story but will not make an appearance, with the exception of references and flashbacks, until much later in the story. Once Zakhariev is found out by Tig as her murderer Zakhariev will use some of his strongest magic to ressurect Alice, and twist her mind so that she believes that her untimely death (which she does not remember the details of) has caused her husband to go insane and attack Zak. She will believe Zak has brought her back so that she can talk some sense into Tig because she is the only one Tig will listen to. She will also believe that Zak is far too strong for Tig, who will not give up until one of them dies and it will be most likely Tig to die. Zak will give her the ability to control illusions as well (same as Tig) and they will battle it out until finally they will bring each other to a stalemate, then Zak will appear and destroy them both. Within the moments leading up to the death and throughout the process of dying Alice will come to remember what truly happened and she will use what is left of the waning magic that Zak brought her back with to keep Tig alive. When Tig awakes he will be imbued with the same power Zak possesses and Zak will be unable to hurt him with voodoo and will no longer be immune to Tig's illusions. The last fight will be down to Zak's gypsy magic and Tig's illusions.

There will be a cast of minor antagonists that will try to best Tig as he advances and finally learns how to properly handle himself and his abilities.

This will take place over around 22 or so years, from the time Tig is about 21-23 to about 43-45. He will start off looking young and fresh and end up looking similar to Bruce Willis.

Setting:

A host of different cities, mostly big european/eastern us cities. Maybe a few smaller ones. Almost all of them will be cast in the mood set by the opening scene, which will predominately be based off of Zak's exhibitions. If they are meant ot be demented and depressing the city will seem so. If the exhibition is meant to be light hearted and grand, the city will seem so.

There will be two very specifically powerful settings though. One will be Zakhariev's workshop which will stay the same with the exception of the sculptures within the studio changing to herald the next exhibition he will put on. This setting will only be brought up when something evil is being brought about, such as the revelation about Zak being the one to have murdered Alice.

Rough First Scene/Issue/Whatever (Directions will be italicised, narration will be bold, dialog will have quotes):

First panel is of an upper middle class house.

The American Dream. Plantation style. Two stories. White picket fence. Large, well kept lawn.

Next panel is parrallel with the house looking down the longside of the porch. Rocking chairs are lined against the wall of the house.

Massive porch, good for evening meals during the summer and keeps your sorry ass out of the snow during the winter.

Panel is split between a close up of the front door, and then the immediate inside of the house behind the door.

Cherry red door, pure wood. White walls, inside and out. Hardwood floors.

The "camera" pans to the kitchen.

Big spacious kitchen, granite counter tops, a dishwasher, a trash compactor, and two ovens.

The "camera" pans back out into the hallway and up the stairs to the second floor. There is a thick beige carpet up here. Picture frames with a strong glare on them that make it impossible to tell what's going on in the photo. Camera strafes past the bathroom.

Two and half baths.

The camera continues down the white hall until it gets to a room that is almost obnoxiously pink, with a crib in the middle.

... and room for a family to grow.

Cut to a masculine hand holding a photo of a good looking brunette woman, with ruby lips and large blue eyes. She is smiling.

At least, that was what was suppossed to happen. Until...

The photo is on the floor, crumpled.

They took her from me. My beautiful, wonderful Alice.

Monochromatic grey, a full sized mirror, utterly destroyed. A lone piece reflects a bunched fist with bright red blood dripping from the knuckles.

Darkness.

The nursery from above. The man, who is very average looking (height weight and build), lays in the middle of the pink carpet with smiley faced boxers on and nothing else.

We had named her Emilia... She was going to be my little Emi.

Darkness.

I couldn't go on sitting around crying. It was driving me insane. I had to do something. Maybe that's what made me resign from my cushy editor's job, and start looking for revenge. Made me where I am today.

A chair where there is a small but fat man sitting in lace and leather underwear with a pair of white heels on his feet. His pate lacks hair but the rest of his body definitely does not. His face is covered with poorly applied makeup and he is sucking on a popsicle

Strapped down to a chair staring down some sexual deviant in a bondage suit who called himself Betty Page. Maybe it was the society I grew up in, but there was something slightly insulting about being held captive by a fat, hairy man who walked around in heels and lacy underwear.

Close up of Betty, still sucking on the popsicle.

"I'm not very good with the frivolous niceites of society. Who the fuck are you and why are you here?"

Close up of the other man. Blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, angry dark eyes.

"I told you already, I'm here for you."

Pans away so that both are in view from the side.

"And from your tone you're not wanting to have a good time. Pity, you look like someone I could have fun with."

The other man rolled his eyes.