Post by Max on Sept 23, 2009 21:05:29 GMT -5
Name
Creed Redfield
Age
20
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Position
Vigilante
Appearance
He's 5'9"
Homeland
Unknown
Abilities
Phisicaly very strong and has mastered all arts of sword fighting.
Personality
He is rather rough around the edge's. He's a normal person most of the time, although he has hidden demons like no other.
He is very brutal, if you get intoa serious fight with him dont expect to walk away without a few snapped limbs, and if has a weapon, dont expect to walk away at all.
He has an obsession with criminal's, rapists in paticular. He stalks around the most corrupted and thug infested streets just to find them, and make sure their last moments are as horrible as humanly possible.
History
Creed Redfield was born into a normal, avarage family. A simple two story house, a backyard, a front yard, one carm, two parents, one sister. As any kid growing up he had his share of problems, but they were tipical, so nothing too bad or too good.
His parents werent ether perfect nor were they sloppy. A strict mother and a somewhat nonchalant father, and a somewhat annoying, yet strangely awesome sister. Life was Golden, and at times, he wished he could put a sledge hammer to his sisters head. But despite some rivalry, they were a model family.
Although at age 14 his sister was kidnapped while comming home from a friends house, and went missing for a year. Only after a year was she found ina basement of an old couple. She was bound in chains, beat up each day, and raped each day aswell. When Creed first laid his eyes on the man and woman responsible for it when they were being arrested, he pushed past the police and just attacked them, going insane and trying to strangle then man and woman. Though of course he was subdued, a 15 year old cant exactly stand up to trained police men. It took months of therapy, but his sister recovered, and was back to her good old, yet slightly annoying self.
Life was going back to normal.
But for some reason, two years later 'he' was released, but of course he had recieved a restraining order and police went to check on him each day. Not to mention Creed insisted on walking his sister EVERYWHERE.
Though the check ups only lasted a year.
On their 18th birthday, when they were both comming home from a party they had at a bar to celebrate. A car drove right at them and skid to a stop right infront of them. 'He' jumped out of the car, hit Creed over the head, grabbed his sister, threw her in the car and drove away. Although dizzy and almost unconcious, Creed noticed a bike on the yard of the house they were passing, he stole it, and rode after the car.
He had lost them, though 5 minutes of searching and he noticed the rear of the car sticking out of an alley, he quickly hoped off the bike and ran in, only to get hit in the face with a lead pipe. His nose broken, and skull most likely cracked, he noticed the person who hit him. It was the woman. She also smashed him on his knee, braeking his leg clean in half. Through all his pain, he heard a familier voice crying words like 'stop' and 'please no'. Thoug his eyes were soaked in blood, he opened them, and wished he had his eyes cut out. His sister was bent over a large box, the man behind her thrusting into her behind. His eyes went wide, and everything went silent. Not a single sound, and time seemed to slow down "S...sis....." Crack. Shatter. Something cracked, and shattered in his mind. His heart beat started beating a million miles per minute, his breaths became ragged, and allthe pain he was feeling suddenly dissapeared. He sat up, grabbing his broken leg and snapping it back in place, not caring for the pain. The woman tried to hit him again, but he just casualy grabbed the pipe right before it hit him. He then stood up as if his leg was never broken, pulled the pipe out of the womans hands, grabbed her by the neck, and then, shoved the pipe down her throat, jamming it in deeper even when the blood started gushing out of her throat like a fountain. Once only the bare tip of the pipe could be seen sticking out of her mouth, he let go of the womans neck, letting her drop into the puddle of blood. His hands and shirt was stained with the womans blood. He looked at the man....no....not a man....it was a 'he'...it was an it....Creed looked at it, the thing already backing away in fright, his sister laying limp o the box, tears streaming down her face. "You...." he dragged his broken let over to the car window, and punched it, shattering the glass. his fist was now bleeding, but he didn't care. He grabbed a shard of broken glass, and started making his way towards the thing.
It pleaded, begged and cried for mercy. But once creed was within striking range, he jammed the shard into the mands neck, shoving it as deep as he could. The life leaving this thinginstantly, but Creed was not done.
He pulled the shard out of its throat, and proceeded to cut his body. Cutting into its flesh, and what the shard didn't cut, he grabbed with his bare hands and ripped out. "THis doesnt deserve an identity" he spoke, and pressed his fingers into its eyes, litteraly pulling the contents of his eye sockets out. He then proceeded to cut up its face, cut off, and rip off its jaw. And then he started punching it untill only a flat surface of mush and bones was left. He backed away, looking at his work. Only the spine, a few remnants of the rib cage, and the inside of the back was showing. he had completely cut out its internal organs and ripped off its bones. His hands were covered in blood, acting like some sort of gloves.
He heard sirens, and he snapped his head to look at where it was comming from. he pulled off his shirt, and then his undershirt, which was still mostly clean, laid it on the poor girl, and ran away, dissapearing into the night...
Now Creed has become a vigilanty, giving his own version of justice to criminals, no matter what the cost.
Creed Redfield
Age
20
Gender
Male
Race
Human
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Position
Vigilante
Appearance
He's 5'9"
Homeland
Unknown
Abilities
Phisicaly very strong and has mastered all arts of sword fighting.
Personality
He is rather rough around the edge's. He's a normal person most of the time, although he has hidden demons like no other.
He is very brutal, if you get intoa serious fight with him dont expect to walk away without a few snapped limbs, and if has a weapon, dont expect to walk away at all.
He has an obsession with criminal's, rapists in paticular. He stalks around the most corrupted and thug infested streets just to find them, and make sure their last moments are as horrible as humanly possible.
History
Creed Redfield was born into a normal, avarage family. A simple two story house, a backyard, a front yard, one carm, two parents, one sister. As any kid growing up he had his share of problems, but they were tipical, so nothing too bad or too good.
His parents werent ether perfect nor were they sloppy. A strict mother and a somewhat nonchalant father, and a somewhat annoying, yet strangely awesome sister. Life was Golden, and at times, he wished he could put a sledge hammer to his sisters head. But despite some rivalry, they were a model family.
Although at age 14 his sister was kidnapped while comming home from a friends house, and went missing for a year. Only after a year was she found ina basement of an old couple. She was bound in chains, beat up each day, and raped each day aswell. When Creed first laid his eyes on the man and woman responsible for it when they were being arrested, he pushed past the police and just attacked them, going insane and trying to strangle then man and woman. Though of course he was subdued, a 15 year old cant exactly stand up to trained police men. It took months of therapy, but his sister recovered, and was back to her good old, yet slightly annoying self.
Life was going back to normal.
But for some reason, two years later 'he' was released, but of course he had recieved a restraining order and police went to check on him each day. Not to mention Creed insisted on walking his sister EVERYWHERE.
Though the check ups only lasted a year.
On their 18th birthday, when they were both comming home from a party they had at a bar to celebrate. A car drove right at them and skid to a stop right infront of them. 'He' jumped out of the car, hit Creed over the head, grabbed his sister, threw her in the car and drove away. Although dizzy and almost unconcious, Creed noticed a bike on the yard of the house they were passing, he stole it, and rode after the car.
He had lost them, though 5 minutes of searching and he noticed the rear of the car sticking out of an alley, he quickly hoped off the bike and ran in, only to get hit in the face with a lead pipe. His nose broken, and skull most likely cracked, he noticed the person who hit him. It was the woman. She also smashed him on his knee, braeking his leg clean in half. Through all his pain, he heard a familier voice crying words like 'stop' and 'please no'. Thoug his eyes were soaked in blood, he opened them, and wished he had his eyes cut out. His sister was bent over a large box, the man behind her thrusting into her behind. His eyes went wide, and everything went silent. Not a single sound, and time seemed to slow down "S...sis....." Crack. Shatter. Something cracked, and shattered in his mind. His heart beat started beating a million miles per minute, his breaths became ragged, and allthe pain he was feeling suddenly dissapeared. He sat up, grabbing his broken leg and snapping it back in place, not caring for the pain. The woman tried to hit him again, but he just casualy grabbed the pipe right before it hit him. He then stood up as if his leg was never broken, pulled the pipe out of the womans hands, grabbed her by the neck, and then, shoved the pipe down her throat, jamming it in deeper even when the blood started gushing out of her throat like a fountain. Once only the bare tip of the pipe could be seen sticking out of her mouth, he let go of the womans neck, letting her drop into the puddle of blood. His hands and shirt was stained with the womans blood. He looked at the man....no....not a man....it was a 'he'...it was an it....Creed looked at it, the thing already backing away in fright, his sister laying limp o the box, tears streaming down her face. "You...." he dragged his broken let over to the car window, and punched it, shattering the glass. his fist was now bleeding, but he didn't care. He grabbed a shard of broken glass, and started making his way towards the thing.
It pleaded, begged and cried for mercy. But once creed was within striking range, he jammed the shard into the mands neck, shoving it as deep as he could. The life leaving this thinginstantly, but Creed was not done.
He pulled the shard out of its throat, and proceeded to cut his body. Cutting into its flesh, and what the shard didn't cut, he grabbed with his bare hands and ripped out. "THis doesnt deserve an identity" he spoke, and pressed his fingers into its eyes, litteraly pulling the contents of his eye sockets out. He then proceeded to cut up its face, cut off, and rip off its jaw. And then he started punching it untill only a flat surface of mush and bones was left. He backed away, looking at his work. Only the spine, a few remnants of the rib cage, and the inside of the back was showing. he had completely cut out its internal organs and ripped off its bones. His hands were covered in blood, acting like some sort of gloves.
He heard sirens, and he snapped his head to look at where it was comming from. he pulled off his shirt, and then his undershirt, which was still mostly clean, laid it on the poor girl, and ran away, dissapearing into the night...
Now Creed has become a vigilanty, giving his own version of justice to criminals, no matter what the cost.
