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♠ patrickbateman |
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♠ Age| 27
♠ Birthdate|
October 12
♠ Location| A holding cell in the Tetragrammaton Building
♠ Height| 6'
♠ Weight| 167 lbs.
♠ Orientation| Struggling Heterosexual ; switch but wishing to be uke
♠ Occupation| Serial killer Investment Banker
♠ Family| Father, Mother, Sean Bateman (brother)
♠ Currently| Drifting
♠ Physical State| Physically fit, lightly muscled, completely perfect
♠ Fears|
† Atelophobia !
fear of imperfection
† Atychiphobia !
fear of failure
† Mnemophobia !
fear of memories
† Philophobia !
fear of falling in love
♠ Sins|
♣ Wrath
♣ Pride
♣ Envy
♣ Greed
♣ Lust
♠ Crimes|
♥ Rape
♥ Torture
♥ Murder
♥ Necrophilia
♥ Cannibalism
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♠ clericjohnpreston |
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♠ Age| classified
♠ Birthdate|
classified
♠ Location| A Changed Libria
♠ Height| 6'
♠ Weight| 169 lbs.
♠ Orientation| Bi-curious ; switch but mostly seme
♠ Occupation| Former first class Grammaton Cleric
♠ Family| Viviana Preston (deceased wife) ; Lisa Preston (daughter) ; Robbie Preston (son)
♠ Currently| Widowed
♠ Physical State| Muscled, physically fit, has a little scar on his lower lip
♠ Fears|
† Atychiphobia !
fear of failure
† Bateman-phobia !
fear of Patrick Bateman
† Claustrophobia !
fear of closed spaces
† Mnemophobia !
fear of memories
† Philophobia !
fear of falling in love
† Thanatophobia !
fear of dying
♠ Sins|
♣ Wrath
♣ Pride
♣ Envy
♣ Greed
♠ Crimes|
♥ Murder
♥ Rebellion against government
♥ Refusal to take Prozium
♥ Murdering the leader of the country
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♠ ratede-10material |
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Title: Baby, it's Fact
Artist: Hellogoodbye
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♠ librianlaws |
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I. GENERAL
one. First, I request that you take these rules seriously, for failure to follow them will be equivalent to consequence.
two. None of the rules will be changed for a singular person. If it is noticed that a rule must be changed for the benefit of many, that is the only time they will be considered and thought about. Otherwise, you have to deal with them.
three. Bash me? I'll just bash you back, and let me tell you now that I have friends (I think) who actually care for me. What would it matter if I lose you?
four. Okay, do I sound like a mean person right now? I'm sorry. Eheh. Just wanted to strike fear into people's hearts so they'd listen. Actually, I'm a bit of a spazz and an enjoyable person altogether, so OOC chat is great. I love to get to know the role-players and not only their characters. I'm sure we'll have a better time interacting with our characters if we interact ourselves as well, correct?
five. The content on this site are things I work hard for, so plagiarizing of any sort will have due consequences. Just so you know.
six. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. What does that spell? Respect. I hope you respect myself and other role-players in the community. Please.
seven. Is your character based on anime/ I don't mind if you want to role-play with me at all! :) In fact, I'd love to. ♥
II. ROLE-PLAY
one. Patrick is currently suffering from an addiction to Prozium (if you do not know what this is, feel free to ask me), and because of it he's being held in a cell in a Tetragrammaton building (again, you may ask if you don't know what this is); particularly being held by a man called John Preston, who used to work for the Grammaton. If you end up picking to role-play with Patrick, then he will most likely be out on walks; but take note that he has a tracker on him, and without Preston, then he will be more wild than he normally is. You have been warned.
two. Preston is a former first-class cleric of the Grammaton, in case you didn't know. If you choose to not follow my plot, then Preston will be an emotionless bastard, and it's up to you to crack him. It's not easy, though, since he takes a certain drug called Prozium that keeps human beings from feeling emotions. It's possible, however, to convince him to stop taking it - given that your character knows about it and the like.
three. Sex is okay, slash included, but sex after five comments? Really, do you think Patrick OR Preston is that much of a whore? People looking for only sex, though, will be blatantly ignored. This rule does not follow for the first post involving rape.
four. This rule is in regards to rape. Just don't ditch any of my characters right after.
five. I try my best to role-play both characters as accurately as I possibly can; after the events of American Psycho and Equilibrium. Note, however, that this is a crossover between both fandoms and therefore may have some references from both. Then again, you don't exactly have to follow my plot. I can flex if you're not comfortable with it, or if Patrick is squick-y.
six. None of you are idiots, right? But, just in case, let's delve into the definition of 'role-play', is it not a piece of writing wherein two or more people work together and equally? Nowhere is it stated that you assume the role of dictator, and so if you even attempt to control my character's persona, a warning will be given. Keep doing it, and the role-play will cease altogether.
seven. Only harass me about skipping your comment when a week has passed. Other comments given before a week is over will be ignored.
eight. Literacy. I'm not a picky bastard, but I ask that you try your best to at least have the correct spelling of words. This doesn't mean everything has to be the correct spelling, though, I understand some people aren't good with English. Just remember: spell check is your friend.
nine. please not to be lurking.
ten. The most important rule of all: HAVE FUN. I'm a patient person, I can wait for your replies. Role-playing is supposed to be fun and not stressful, so let's just enjoy it, aye?
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You're the only light
THAT'S GUIDING ME TODAY.
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"What's the point of your existence?"
This is a question I've asked before, and a question that's been given an answer. It is a clear answer, and I remember it to this day.
"To feel," she had said, "'cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking."
Her answer had been so straight-forward it almost hurt, and I never asked it again. Not until today.
He'd arrived out of nowhere in a poor disguise, holding a gun to my temple and breathing harsh, hot breaths into my ear. I'd been momentarily frozen, unsure of what to do, before he spoke, and I learned.
"Where is the Prozium?" he'd asked me, and I couldn't answer. The name of the drug has slowly been erased from my memory, but now as he speaks it it all comes back. The lack of emotions, the countless deaths, and of course, never forgetting, the emptiness. I do not react when he shouts the question, this time, harms my eardrums and makes my head pound just a little. The man is insane and his breathing is still harsh, and the gun will make a mark on my temple. I cannot speak because I cannot tell, and he is angered by my inability.
"You worthless piece of--"
I immediately throw him over, ignore the swear words leaving his mouth as we wrestle and he punches my face. He is strong, but not strong enough, and when finally I pin his arms down and look him in the eye; I am terrified.
He is bruised, he is bleeding, and he looks like me. His eyes hold anger, rage, and something I cannot comprehend. Perhaps, where he comes from, he is the strongest, and part of it is shame. But that was the only difference.
We are the same, physically. Our eyes are of the same hue, hair the same color, and mouth's expressions - the same. Although his is of rage and mine is of sheer surprise and idiocy, I know that we do the same expressions. The curving of our lips are the same, and our breaths leave at almost the same pace. We are both exhausted, and we are both scared.
I hit him hard enough with the butt of his gun to keep him unconscious, and I know that it is a sad excuse for my inability to handle the pain on his face.
This man is insane, and I do not know his name. | | |
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