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[CountingIvory]

Private roleplay between CountingIvory and Taste the Leprechaun

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xxxxxxxxCan you see me ?

There have been rumors about the city that there's a killer on the loose, roaming the back streets and dark alleyways and every crevice in between. Shadow-like, almost. Transient.

It's been long, though, since somebody has been victimized -- almost three years. The only reason everyone's on edge is because a recent spotting has been reported by an officer working the graveyard shift for the police crew. As the officer stated, "He was gone as quickly as he came."

Now, human curiosity, especially in the minds of younger people, would lead one to be more intrigued than frightened. Teenagers, prominently, find the prospect of a killer on the loose exciting. Others find it too wild to even believe it. The mayor's daughter is one of the more uncaring students, simply living out the final months of her school days before graduation.

What she doesn't know is that the killer's three-year absence has left him a bit short on pennies, and what better money than ransom money? Kidnapping is always a nice option, get the ransom money from the mayor, and for fun, slit her throat, maybe put a bullet through Mr. Mayor's heart and scrounge around his wallet. All pretty conventional stuff.

That's what he expected.

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[CountingIvory]

xxxName
xxxxxxxxxxSalem T. Powell
xxxAge
xxxxxxxxxx 22
xxxGender
xxxxxxxxxx Male
xxxBirthday
xxxxxxxxxx July 17th, 1987
xxxPersonality
xxxxxxxxxxHe's very quiet and thoughtful, but in a devious way, always smirking. He loves to play mind games on people to test their knowledge or their courage or their logical reasoning. If he finds that they aren't exactly up to par, then he'll find that he has no further use for them. He is civilized, though; he judges people by their words and thoughts rather than their actions in a frightening environment. He's a kidnapper that offers you cookies and lemonade just as quickly as a friend would, and the kill is always clean and quick -- he doesn't believe in torture, he doesn't care enough to drag it out.
xxxBiography
xxxxxxxxxx Salem's always been a bit of a loner. He never really found that much meaning to spend time with other kids; they obviously weren't as smart as him, so why bother? They were all ignorant and loud and annoying and could only think of possessions and money and what they were going to do with their friends on Saturday. He, though, spent time alone; he always loved to be alone. He didn't even like his parents all that much, though they tried their best to raise him. He spent his time with his books -- no fantasies or science fiction books or silly biographies, though, he wanted the straight facts. He felt he could connect with somebody who presented science and literature cleanly and openly more than he could with a kid who played soccer all day. The more he learned, the more of a superiority complex he gained, and the more that complex grew, the more he loathed the outside world, to the point that he started skipping school altogether. He started going a little mad, though, when he realized that hardly anybody had noticed his absence. His temper started to shorten, but he never liked to argue -- too much of a waste of time. It was the night when he was walking home and confronted by a police officer for being out so late at night that he snapped.
He went into hiding for three years; not out of fear, but to sort out his life a bit. Occasionally, if somebody was walking alone in the dead of night, he'd send them to their sleep, just to feel that adrenaline rush again, but avoiding society started to make the money thin. He realized that there was only one way that he could do what he did best, while at the same time earning some cash for it; ransom.