Castor Kobayashi
Name: Castor Kobayashi
Profession: . . . Complicated
Age: 35
Ethnicity: Japanese/American
Date of Birth: December 05, 1973
Hair: Charcoal
Eyecolour: Brown
Height: 5'6
Build: Slim
Weight: 125
Clothing: Anything concealing and inconspicuous
Likes: Quiet, Clean, The feeling of accomplishment, Work, Organization, The dark
Dislikes: Laziness, Noise, Filth, Disorganization, Conversation
Personality: To come
Note: I know this history is ridiculously long. But I want to remember it.
Warning: LONG HISTORY. Mainly for my use. Don't read if you want some mystery, but most islanders will know his past even before he comes to the island.
History: Before the boy was even born, he had his picture in magazines all over the world. Atleast the sonogram. His mother was a rising American starlet, a blonde bombshell. She married one of the richest and most powerful men in the world, a rather short unpleasant Japanese business man. Together they were a power couple and the media loved it, and so did the parents to be.
Unfortunately, Castor wasn't raised by loving parents. Immediately he fell out of media attention, because honestly, he wasn't that cute. A quiet baby who never cried, had barely any hair, and brown eyes. Nothing sensational, nothing media worthy. Money replaced the role of loving parents, taking the form of nanny after nanny, nursemaid after nursemaid. In the massive house the child barely ever saw his parents except for on the television and in the magazines. To his caretakers worries, he never seemed to mind. Never once did he ask where his parents were, or cry out for his mother. Completely obediant and always quiet as a mouse, he did what he was asked too, then went back to reading. Even though he had the most expensive toys on the market, he never seemed to notice them and was more introverted.
Castor never got to go to school. Instead, he was home schooled by a plethora of private teachers. More and more were required to be brought in as he was whizzing through the material and passing grade after grade faster then could ever be expected. Why was he excelling in school so much? He never spoke of feelings or played or had any fun, atleast, nobody saw such a thing, and noone dared try to speak to him about his feelings. So nobody really cared to ask why he spent all day doing schoolwork. He was left alone to hit highschool education level at 10. Not once, however, did his parents take notice, or praise him. Castor never seemed to notice this, though.
Once fully finished with enough diplomas to last him a literal lifetime at the age of 18, there was a void missing in his life. He had not moved out as it was easiest to study at home, considering he had become obsessed with his schoolings. But now there was just nothing. He had no friends, no real aquantinces, nobody to talk to at all. So he took one of the multiple job offers he had gotten, employers seeing that he was a literal genius and wanting to snatch him up.
Castor didn't like the work place. However, it filled the void momentarily. That was, untill he met a girl named Kristy. She was a radical enviromentalist who worked as an intern at the law firm he was currently employed at. Kristy, just Kristy, not Kristine, was the opposite of everything Castor had ever knew. She loathed the power of money, hated the government and popular culture and the movies. Instantly he was smitten for a reason he couldn't pinpoint even with all of his knowledge of the human mind, but being socially inept he couldn't find the courage to ask her out. She in the simplest terms filled that void. He stalked her for 5 entire years without her knowing due to his meticulous planning.
Now 23, without ever speaking to her except for polite exchanges of 'Hello' and barely even being able to make eye contact Castor asked the girl out. What may of been a simple and unimportant landmark in others lives, this was the turning point. That void that was left due to his parents neglect and a lack a challenge was begining to feel empty again, and he was sick of just staring at her. But the worst that could of possibly happened did indeed happen. Castor Kobayashi was a rich boy who had education up to his ears, not to mention his parents were famous. That was everything Kristy hated, and upon being asked out with an expensive bouquet of flowers and chocolates she threw them down and spat in his face with a slew of curses denouncing him for his status.
It was the final straw on the back of the camel, the ticking timebomb. That night, his void was empty. He donned his green visors he wore now due to the dislike of the light from being inside and followed her to her house as he had done thousands of times before. This proved to Castor something he had only felt in the recesses of his mind. Money was all that mattered. His parents were never around because they cared about him so much they had to go get more for him to show him their love. It was why he had gone to all those expensive schools, and gotten all those expensive tutors. That was all that mattered in his life, and this Kristy girl didn't understand that. She could never understand that, filthy trash like her.
So on this night he brang with him a 50 caliber GLOCK 35 with a 5.32 inch barrel and a full magazine. His mother had shot a man in a movie with a gun identical to this one. Castor appreciated the irony as he removed Kristy from the earth, placing the gun neatly in her own garbage can after wiping it clean. With enough money, you can do anything.
But this was just the start. Castor was determined to fill that void once again, and through his ordeal and his realization he knew that the only thing that would make him feel whole was more money. So off he went. Still living at home, crouched over his computer, he busied himself planning. That feeling of getting something accomplished, something done, finally once again gave him great pleasure. He quit his job so he could spend all his time preparing these elaborate crimes. The rich boy targeted only the lower middle class, as they obviously had no appreciation for money. Those of his own status did, they were untouchable, they knew the joy that came with wealth.
After 3 years of repetitive organization his OCD had become apparent. With every detail worked out, he went on his way. The first house he hit belonged to an elderly woman who had a long history of donating to the poor. Absolute filth. When he arrived at the house and broke in easily, he stood over her bed and with shotgun in hand removed her just as he had done with Kristy. It was a feeling of satisfaction, he was doing a service to the world and everyone in it. He disposed of her lifeless body just as he disposed of her worthless life and continued with his work.
As with all serial killers, Castor screwed up. He let his emotions get a hold of him, and instead of using his trusted glock (Which he replaced with a new one every time) he strangled the man and fled. It wasn't in his plans, it scared him, he didn't like it. Spooked he didn't even wipe down the body or move it, and he even forgot the money. Soon the police caught up to him.
The fabricicated ideas lead Castor to get his name in the record books with Albert Fish, Ted Bundy, Ed Gien and David berkowitz. It was because he took out the middle class and robbed them when he himself was already filthy rich, and because of his famous parents. This lead to a long TV trial with expensive lawyers, but eventually Castor ended up in Jail.
Jail nearly drove Castor even nuttier then he was. Because his crimes were so planned, he wasn't sent to the psychiatric part with the nice white coats. Instead it was to the small cramped maximum security prison with a cell mate and gangs. This was not his thing. Immediately his cellmate attempted to adopt him as Castor was quite small and had some feminine features. Unfortunately, they didn't get much news in this particular prison and Castor killed the man. Sure, Kobayashi was a marginally insane murderer, but that didn't make him gay, and he was still a virgin (The thought of sex really hadn't crossed his mind since Kristy, one would doubt he's even ever masturbated.) who really wasn't too keen on the idea.
Unfortunately, Castor was small, and all his murders had only succeeded because he had used his brains. Desprate and for once in his life feeling terrified and weak, he resorted to procuring a shank and killing his cellmate in the middle of the night. It was not only disgusting to him, but he also now felt that void tearing away at him. Not to mention his money was useless, the symbol of absolute power and love for him was out of his grasp. He needed something. So, just as he had planned his elaborate murders, he began to plan an elaborate escape, keeping himself busy, getting things done, heading towards his goal. Castor wasn't given a cellmate again, but had another consecutive life sentence tacked onto his time.
By this time, his parents had been shamed out of their respective businesses and had declared bankruptcy. Their fortune had dissappeared from under their feet. For their son had stolen it from them, and along with his own dirty money, had hidden it before he was caught by the police. There was an estimated ten billion or more stashed away where only Castor knew the location to.
Now 27, (With one black band tattooed around his bicep) he was on the other side of the fence. Nobody knew how he did it, still not to this day, but they do know that it took then 6 months to track him down. Only after he had taken out two more people that were in his original plan did they catch him. This time he was sent to another high security facility, but in isolation. It only took him 3 months this time to get out, and another band was added to his arm. Unfortunately, he was found within a week in Italy. This time he had veered off course, having mugged and killed a male prostitute.
This process continued untill he had gotten into his sixth stay in another so called maximum security switzerland prison. Castor had made sure to travel only to places that didn't have the death penalty. He knew by this time he was going to be captured, and was working on changing his identification. But he kept getting away from himself, doing something that he hadn't planned, becoming afraid and making mistakes.
Physical: Castor was lucky enough to recieve the best parts of his parents. For the most part, atleast. His fathers skin tone combined with his mothers to create a type of light olive cream, without a blemish in his lifetime. To match, flattering black hair, but of course not too dark, light and feathery, kept at a managble length. The almond shaped eyes of his fathers as well as thick lips, although both were toned by his mothers delicate style. His nose was of his mothers, and his father's thick eyebrows were sculpted by the female shape. Overall, Castor wasn't anything you would drool over. He looked fairly average, but extremely well maintained. The only notable aspect is the green visor he constantly wears. He claims it blocks out the annoying glare of the sun.
Currently, he possesses 6 thin black tattooed bands around his right bicep. A mystery to all but himself.
Facial Progression AKA omfg Kochi got bored in spanish class
