Post by Gein on Jan 22, 2007 13:06:50 GMT -5
Name: If you don’t know it already, you don’t need to
Age: Legal
Sex: Please
E-Mail: I don’t like mail
IM Address: People suck
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Name: Damien Gein
Nickname(s):“The American Psycho”
Age: 24
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 210 lbs
Gender: Male
Location: Wisconsin, VA[/b]
Alignment: Heel
Style: Technical/Risktaker
Gimmick: Damien is a complex character that generally doesn’t give two flying fucks what you think of him. With this in mind, Damien is also the kind of person that will leap into something head first, doing it without much thought and worrying about the repercussions when they come. He isn’t one to back down from a challenge.
Entrance
Music: Misfits – American Psycho[/b]
Description: Agonizingly, the PA system wept the whispers of the night, the breeze of a tortured soul as it swept through the anticipating audience, their hearts beating, their minds racing, their death oh too soon they’ll be embracing, as tone by tone the deathly grasp of smoke bled upon the stage. The lights would flicker violently in suffering; in pain and sadness as the sound of an organ gradually comes into sound. The crowd look on, both intrigued and frightened by the menacing sound of Misfits – American Psycho as they gradually see a figure emerge onto the rampway, their head down, and their body shrouded in darkness as they enter the arena. Those that know him begin to shout their insults, their hate escaping from between their beaten bands of lips, as they jump from their seats, but as the camera swoops in closer, the head of the man begins to rise, his eyes only to be nothing more than bright with both delight and insanity, as his thin, deranged lips hold that of a menacing smile; Damien.
He continues to walk slowly, his steps however now both cocky and confident as he strides further onto the stage, his head remaining still as his cold, unforgiving eyes survey the sea of mindless drones that continue to boo at his mere presence. His smile widens, feeding off the hate and misery of those that jeer at him as he begins to descend down the ramp toward the eminent ring below.
He walks slowly, passing the crowd as if they weren’t there, the same menacing smile to continue to suffocate his lips as he slides in between the bottom ropes of the ring. As he enters, he slowly circles the inner section, his eyes now training on the audience as his smile widens, mocking the crowd, their hate only to grow further for this man as he waits for his opponent.
Attire (Will usually be stated in RPs):
Attire 1:
|-V-| Black vest top.
|-V-| Skater shorts.
|-V-| Black boots.
Picture Base: Edsel Dope
Move Set
|-V-| Snap Suplex
|-V-| Chickenwing Crossface
|-V-| Leg Whip
|-V-| Single Boston Crab
|-V-| Short Range Backbreaker
|-V-| Inverted DDT
|-V-| Dragon Whip
|-V-| Half Nelson Face Buster
|-V-| Bulldog
|-V-| Back Suplex
Finisher(s):
Primary Finisher: The Omen
Description: Crippler's Crossface with Scissors[/color]
Secondary Finisher: Devil’s Scorn
Description: Mark Of Excellence To Back Breaker[/b]
Other
Manager/Valet: None[/color]
Associates: None (Wrestling wise)[/color]
Illegal Moves:
|-V-| Fireball
|-V-| Eye Rake
Illegal Weapons:
|-V-| Black Steel Bat
|-V-| Cigarette
|-V-| JD bottle
|-V-| Belt or Tie
Quotes:
|-V-| “What’s your rush? Your day to die has already been marked”
|-V-| “Trust is for fools… trust me”
|-V-| “Life is just like a child’s game, a game in which there will always be a loser; I ain’t no child though.
|-V-| “To break a man, you have to be a man… so just think what a god like me could do to you!”[/color]
|-V-| “This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.”[/color]
|-V-| “Its not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything... and I have nothing left to lose”[/color]
Age: Legal
Sex: Please
E-Mail: I don’t like mail
IM Address: People suck
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Name: Damien Gein
Nickname(s):“The American Psycho”
Age: 24
Height: 6’5”
Weight: 210 lbs
Gender: Male
Location: Wisconsin, VA[/b]
Alignment: Heel
Style: Technical/Risktaker
Gimmick: Damien is a complex character that generally doesn’t give two flying fucks what you think of him. With this in mind, Damien is also the kind of person that will leap into something head first, doing it without much thought and worrying about the repercussions when they come. He isn’t one to back down from a challenge.
Entrance
Music: Misfits – American Psycho[/b]
Description: Agonizingly, the PA system wept the whispers of the night, the breeze of a tortured soul as it swept through the anticipating audience, their hearts beating, their minds racing, their death oh too soon they’ll be embracing, as tone by tone the deathly grasp of smoke bled upon the stage. The lights would flicker violently in suffering; in pain and sadness as the sound of an organ gradually comes into sound. The crowd look on, both intrigued and frightened by the menacing sound of Misfits – American Psycho as they gradually see a figure emerge onto the rampway, their head down, and their body shrouded in darkness as they enter the arena. Those that know him begin to shout their insults, their hate escaping from between their beaten bands of lips, as they jump from their seats, but as the camera swoops in closer, the head of the man begins to rise, his eyes only to be nothing more than bright with both delight and insanity, as his thin, deranged lips hold that of a menacing smile; Damien.
He continues to walk slowly, his steps however now both cocky and confident as he strides further onto the stage, his head remaining still as his cold, unforgiving eyes survey the sea of mindless drones that continue to boo at his mere presence. His smile widens, feeding off the hate and misery of those that jeer at him as he begins to descend down the ramp toward the eminent ring below.
He walks slowly, passing the crowd as if they weren’t there, the same menacing smile to continue to suffocate his lips as he slides in between the bottom ropes of the ring. As he enters, he slowly circles the inner section, his eyes now training on the audience as his smile widens, mocking the crowd, their hate only to grow further for this man as he waits for his opponent.
Attire (Will usually be stated in RPs):
Attire 1:
|-V-| Black vest top.
|-V-| Skater shorts.
|-V-| Black boots.
Picture Base: Edsel Dope
Move Set
|-V-| Snap Suplex
|-V-| Chickenwing Crossface
|-V-| Leg Whip
|-V-| Single Boston Crab
|-V-| Short Range Backbreaker
|-V-| Inverted DDT
|-V-| Dragon Whip
|-V-| Half Nelson Face Buster
|-V-| Bulldog
|-V-| Back Suplex
Finisher(s):
Primary Finisher: The Omen
Description: Crippler's Crossface with Scissors[/color]
Secondary Finisher: Devil’s Scorn
Description: Mark Of Excellence To Back Breaker[/b]
Other
Manager/Valet: None[/color]
Associates: None (Wrestling wise)[/color]
Illegal Moves:
|-V-| Fireball
|-V-| Eye Rake
Illegal Weapons:
|-V-| Black Steel Bat
|-V-| Cigarette
|-V-| JD bottle
|-V-| Belt or Tie
Quotes:
|-V-| “What’s your rush? Your day to die has already been marked”
|-V-| “Trust is for fools… trust me”
|-V-| “Life is just like a child’s game, a game in which there will always be a loser; I ain’t no child though.
|-V-| “To break a man, you have to be a man… so just think what a god like me could do to you!”[/color]
|-V-| “This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.”[/color]
|-V-| “Its not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything... and I have nothing left to lose”[/color]
