Post by October Bathory on Aug 31, 2013 12:23:58 GMT
THE COUNTESS
Real Name: October Bathory
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Rank: Civilian
Affiliations: None
Canon/OC: OC
Face Claim: Calie Liddle
Other Characters: Catwoman
Personality:
October is often simply called insane. She doesn't see it that way. She is an oddly polite woman with good manners. Despite her clothing style, she's an elegant person that was raised well. She has normal interests, running strong to books, movies, and history. All help her further her scary hobby. She always had a sense of humor, knowing how to push buttons and getting certain reactions out of people once she feels she got a good read on them. Lately, that sense of humor has turned a bit darker due to her situation. She has also gotten angry, unable to get out her frustrations the way she would like.
Behind all that frustration and joking is a woman that is very bright. She had evaded capture for several years in many states before she was caught. This speaks highly of her strategic capabilities and that there really is a mind behind the madness. She does also try to keep to certain types of people for her victims. That suggests that there was some code she placed on herself. If that’s so, there could be something salvageable buried very, very deep down. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
Powers: None
Abilities:
Equipment:[Formerly] October had generally carried with her a blade of some kind, often a few small daggers.
Weaknesses:
History:
October was born in an upscale neighborhood in middle America. She was born under a different name, one she has tried very hard to forget and legally changed her name to October Bathory. There was no major trama in her childhood. She did lose her father at an early age, though she doesn't remember it. Her mother was kind and often helped her with school work when needed. The young October wanted for nothing as she grew up. She had all the books she wanted and was able to finally start to watch horror movies going into her teens.
The first sign that something was amiss with the young woman was family pets starting to go missing. It seemed reasonable on a large estate that the animals got out and ran away. No one realized that fresh landscaping offered a lovely place for dead animals. Her mother saw nothing wrong with October's interests in horror movies or getting engrossed in bloody history. It was an odd hobby but would never occur to her that her daughter was taking after a long dead ancestor. October taking the name was an odd coincidence as the history linking her to the original Blood Countess was never recorded.
A very strange accident took October's mother from her. When she turned 18, she left the states. She went to Japan to find a master to teach her Martial Arts. She excelled in most every area. She had great focus which was in part the patience she taught herself in taking apart random small machines and electronics when she was still at home. She spent years training every day, eventually leaving to cause a trail of blood behind her. Very few of her victims were in Japan when she finally allowed herself to act out her bloodlust that had been growing.
Back in the states, she started her trail of terror in L.A. She had a penchant for people that saw themselves as better than everyone else. Yes, October was rich and was brought up to have that view herself, but she never took it to heart. She hated that attitude. She saw anyone that had the holier-than-thou demeanor to be unworthy of their life. Recently the trail of dead bodies ended in her being caught. She was sentenced to life in prison. That was until a new serial killer just as blood as she was stepped onto the scene. She was granted a leave from the prison to help hunt the new killer to try to keep the body count down. She is constantly under survallence and unable to do anything without at least two sets of eyes on her.
RP Sample:
Did you know that a person can swallow a pint of blood before they start getting sick?
The first words of the night that the groaning figure heard. The voice was soft, measured, even pleasant. It came from the shadows that surrounded the spotlight placed on the young starlet in expensive clothing. Her name was hardly known, yet she acted as if she were the hottest thing in Hollywood.
A thin, pale hand with black nails lightly played with the flowing locks of the fake blonde. October Bathory forced the pretty face below her to look skywards. Gazing down, her icy blues locked with the hazel ones. Another fun fact. The Chinese used to tie their victims down, put their head in a restraining helmet, and slowly let water drip on the forehead. To get her point across, The Countess tapped sharply on Miss Thing’s head. She smiled as her new friend winced each time her finger struck.
Her combat boots clunked loudly on the cement floor as October walked away. She picked up similar headgear to the device she had just mentioned moments earlier. This was a much-improved version of course. This had an adjustable neck to force the “toy’s” head back while they were sitting. Heading back, October set the helmet up and strapped it on to the now tearful girl.
The Countess worked quickly and whistled to herself as she set up the next bit of her torture method. A funnel and a drip tube were suspended over the unknown actress’s head. Pouring about a gallons worth of pig’s blood into the funnel, nimble fingers turned the knob on the tube and let the red liquid drip. The first few drops splashed on clenched lips.
October laughed. Silly me. I forgot the mouth gear too. With another chuckle, October seemingly glided to the tables surrounding the bound woman in the center of the room. Picking up yet another restraint, the purple haired noblewoman moved back to her ‘pet’ and pried open her mouth to let the blood in.
