Feb 3, 2018 20:55:17 GMT -6
Jaxx | |||||||||
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Jaxx, having been mangled up many times constantly and taken apart during his creation from a human, is surprisingly human in the way hies body appears; with every feature resembling that of a human's, yet not being fleshy and instead being solid based on the material his body is made of. The dead visual giveaway to it's falsity is the countless arrays of "stitch-scars" patterning his body like a jigsaw puzzle, outlining every single compartment possible. The markings merely disguise the creases where his body transforms. If he's wearing clothes however, the biggest questionable feature is his *face itself*. Scarred in such a horrific manner, it's easy to tell where critical mistakes were made in the reconstruction of his appearance. His neck and the lower half of his face looks as though it has been heavily scarred, being artificial skin. Despite this, the rest of his facial features retain a teenage human complexion. Many of his visual and physical features, however, are incredibly variable based on his build at the time. | |||||||||
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Jaxx is merely an empty husk of who he was formerly. Once a human blooming with the emotions of any ordinary soul, his mind and nerves are now mangled beyond the comprehension of human sensation. Jaxx lives as though he were never human, unable to fully understand the worth, physical feelings or the emotions that any other being possesses on the contrary to him. This intangible concept frustrates him greatly, and so he seeks to understand it on a more personal level; where it comes from, what causes it and how it works and affects life. Jaxx yearns to fathom emotion and feeling for himself, and he will stop at nothing in order to do it. Little does Jaxx know, he has already experienced mortal weakness since he was born from his creator. The reason he had mutilated his creator and his accomplices had been due to their sheer cruel rejection towards him, which harmed him on a personal level and earned his rage. Unknowing of this, he restlessly pursues the answers he seeks through first-hand witnessing the deaths and murders of other beings as well as their loved ones, experimenting their expressions to their very last breath and what seems to most achieve certain results. The agony, fear and despair of his victims are his playground for research. This isn't the only way in which he conducts his ambition. When not taking extreme measures and awaiting a opportunity, he observes other beings in public in a very curious yet nosy manner. This observant trait of his leads him to learning quite a lot about other people, yet still being so ignorant to the psychology behind it all. Jaxx isn't one to gossip, but if he were, he'd certainly have a lot of information to hand out freely. The lack of humane sense leads Jaxx to being numb to empathy. Being unable to properly relate, he is not so good at providing comfort for others through the relation in experiences. It's also the reason behind why Jaxx is so incredibly ruthless and cruel in his brutal murders and massacres he has committed; and allows emotion not to get in the way of his intelligent, analytical behaviors and tactics. The lack of empathy allows him to be truly fearsome as a serial killer and an opponent as nothing will move him enough to falter his mind and his body from acting according to plan and situation. Jaxx is also one to not acknowledge morals. Death to him is merely a prime feature in life and normalcy- especially when he experiences it so much as the perpetrator. Things that are usually abnormal to society, such as controversial and personal subjects, are not taboo to Jaxx and instead they are a point of interest to him; interest as in, he'd like to understand what about it is so gruelingly disturbing or disappointing to the rest of society. Some things like killing however are things that he instead takes as a hobby and doesn't care to understand the other side of. Jaxx has a habit of immediately deciding whether someone should die or not based off his own reason and analysis of character. There is, believe it or not, a crack in this dense and tall wall that Jaxx holds up around him. With a ability to reason comes a decisiveness in when it is appropriate to form bonds, pardon others and admit when he is either wrong or at a disadvantage; without stubbornness as well. When someone is able to reason with him as to why they should not die, if it weighs against his own argument and charges against them, he is able to spare life discriminately. If he detects a reason to keep someone alive or keep them around in his life, he will oblige considerately. However, these occurrences are spontaneous and thus believed to be rare. It shows that there is a safe and vaguely "humane" piece to him. Speaking of spontaneous, a similar label can be slapped onto his behaviors in his free time. Jaxx can be quite random in his antics depending on his mood and the situation. There's an impulsiveness to him that isn't only negative, but neutral in how he can hop from subject to subject and activity to activity thus creating either an unsettlingly or amusingly unpredictable personality. It's a part of him that's usually dormant unless he is exposed to a pleasant and secure atmosphere of familiar faces. | |||||||||
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The Ultimate Weapon Jaxx was built to be the *Ultimate Weapon*, to surpass all races regardless of his situation through his mechanical body which was designed to adapt and accustom itself to imposed conditions. It's most finest feature is it's ability to adopt additional mechanisms into it's structure; mechanisms of all kinds and creations so long as it fits; even magical weapons can be built into him so longer as it fits and is from a reputable source. Elemental mechanisms, such as flamethrowers and power-generated cannons, can be loaded into this body as well. Jaxx's vessel is a playground for any and all mechanics, crafters and inventors because of the neigh limitless opportunity it offers. Jaxx, unfortunately, is unable to modify himself for obvious reasons. His core resides within his head, requiring the sacrifice of a heart in order to power him. This mighty core, in itself, is incredibly reinforced and protected for the reason that it is necessary. This core branches a plethora of usable and connectable cores, running down his neck and into whatever vessel he may be hosting at that point in order to possess it; and yes, additional nerves are a required prerequisite for him to manipulate said vessel. Jaxx himself is the neck and the head, the only partially "human" part of him left yet also mechanically innovated. Depending on the body, Jaxx's strength and speed is multiplied from that of a regular human making him a formidable opponent even without his mechanisms; obviously intended to put him on par with the superior races. Also relying on the body in question as a variable, is his endurance. Jaxx's main body is mechanical, yet very often mistaken to be technical and at times even wooden by the complicated mechanisms that are built into him. The material that his body is made out of is unknown, but by it's sheer endurance, it's assumed to be a metal that is lighter but also incredibly resistant(or hard). Jaxx is capable of surviving without his body or even his neck. So long as his core is intact, he is in a way "immortal"-- A trait truly fitting the Ultimate Weapon. | |||||||||
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The story of the Murder Doll is a tale of misfortune, reflecting the way the Gods of Fate favor discriminately. While many pairs of lips have spewed utter nonsense in order to artificially explain the being's background, the really story is much more simple and less riddled with cliche horror components. The Murder Doll was an orphan who had been discovered as an infant in a murder house. His mother, father and older brother had all been found mutilated alongside him- a sole survivor of a deadly affair. In the basement of the two story home, a man who was formerly involved romantically with the mother had been found hanging. A gas leak was also present, a gas line having been cut. His intention had been to burn the whole building to the ground along with the product of his ex-fiance and her new significant other. The intention was clearly in vain, as there had been no success to this final attempt at another life's reaping. The massacre had stirred the neighborhood into an uproar even with the lucky survival of an infant, yet they hadn't taken into consideration that this baby boy would grow up without a family. Inevitably, he was placed into the care of an orphanage. The child endured a childhood of loneliness. His name, coined as a term of bad luck therefore not to be uttered by other children, was known widely for it's relevancy in the massacre. His former home had become vacant and never received another occupant due to it's eerily foreboding background, and had even been regarded locally as a murder house. The other orphaned youth regarded him with anxiousness; an apprehension fueled by their speculations of bad luck and misfortune surrounding the child. So, the boy spent all of his time to himself, appealing to the concepts of privacy and solo activities over interactions with others his age and older. Oddly enough, the child showed concerning signs of detachment from the world around him; symptoms that only seemed to be amplifying into significancy. Rather than becoming absorbed into the misfortune of his life and his inability to form meaningful relationships with others his age, he maintained a composure of stagnancy. The child was unmoved in expression even with the input of varying informations. The orphanage's caretakers were becoming increasingly concerned with his consistent, reclusive patterns. At first, they had attempted to encourage him to work and play alongside other children. The other children rejected him out of bias, but even when he was forced in among them he would merely display signs of disinterest and quickly retreat to his room to attend time to himself. This time was used for schoolwork, puzzles (an innumerable amount of which he only ever asked for), staring outside his window and sleeping. Eventually, it was decided that a therapist would be required. The placement session had been plainly fruitless already, very little in the means of personal information and feelings being offered; but there was some progress made when it came to thoughts. A very thoughtful, analytical perception was observed of the boy's thought process. This first session landed him with one of their most experienced therapist in order to possibly getting an earlier figure drawn of him. Alas, the effort was in vain since only gradual progress was made each session. The next few sessions tested his responses to what would normally be frightening or displeasing ideas only to receive a inadequate result, yet a well recognizable lead. At the age of twelve, he was confirmed to be lacking the typical sense of empathy that is normal for any humanoid being. There was also a indication of lost touch for morals, in other words seeming to not take societal standards into conscious consideration. The psychologist suggested a form of psychopathy, but it was a leap he did not want to take so quickly to diagnosis due to how potentially serious that could be. The caretakers of the orphanage were perturbed by the idea of a psychopathic youth in their care due to the traditionally negative connotations that came with it. Because of this, most of them tended to avoid him and leave him to his own toys and methods while also keeping an eye on him from a distance apprehensively for a stereotypical portrayal of psychopathy. Surprisingly, no such signs were given besides his darker view of life and death expressed at the funeral of a caretaker, dying earlier during thirteenth year of life. Everyone groveled and mourned besides him, leading to a general dislike for his existence. Teachers, administrators and the school counselor frequently observed his behaviors as well with a equal worry for this not-so-developmental personality. Jaxx never got along with other students and failed to participate properly in any subject when it came to having a partner or a team of some kind, and whenever he did he always went on his own and did his own thing, completing a task his own way in an efficient manner. It was his only excuse to being able to pull it off every time without any type of remediation or consequence. The boy was an excellent student with little to no ability to collaborate with others, showing a lack of compatibility with any student besides one student that he had met during his freshman year and since then had at least one class with him every semester. The other student's name was Octavio, and they were the only one to ever approach and make fruitful contact with the curse-named child. For the first year, their exchanges were incredibly one-sided, with Jaxx sharing little to no interest. However, to others, it was miraculous that he was at least acknowledging Octavio's existence. A true bond hadn't formed between them until the end of that first year in high school, after Jaxx had witnessed a group of boys harass his unofficial friend like a pack of hounds over such a trivial thing as human attachment to material items. Disgusted, Jaxx had commenced a covert operation. The next day in the morning, all three bullies were found hanging by their wrists in the atrium with sharpened pencils lodged in an array up their legs, impaling their legs in a manner which would prevent bleeding out but would still inflict excruciating pain while also making a statement. Video footage was unavailable, the feed turning out corrupt. The boys have no idea who it was that ambushed them one by one. The boy and Octavio continued about their lives as if nothing had ever happened, only that future tormentors to this "unofficial" friend would suffer similar traumatic experiences. Over the course of the next two years, the two would come to bond in a way others could not with the psychopathic teen. While the friendship wasn't exactly a very clear or obvious one, it was without a doubt the closest anyone would possibly get to the orphaned boy. During the first semester of the child's junior year, the orphan had suddenly vanished from existence. It was as if he had dropped off the face of the Earth. Unfortunately, no one cared about his disappearance. It was as if though more relief had spread than terror or concern, and aside from relief there was carelessness. It was because of this that the search effort for his existence and wellbeing had quickly dispersed leaving only blanks for his whereabouts. Little did anybody know if the Ultimate Weapon Project being conducted by a small organization of human mechanists, scholars and creators. Being accepted and funded by the Black Market, Underground and the Assembly of Phantoms, they were commissioning for human test subjects preferably in years of development; in other words, an age range between 5-24. Their goal was to create the Ultimate Weapon out of a mere lesser being with the desire to evolve and ascend the human race to heights at the very least equivalent to that of the greater beings of this world, but preferably above and beyond them all. This was to be investigated through years of human research, experimentation and innovation. They intended to make an unholy abomination out of a human, and so any test subject they had gotten their hands on, they had gone through every effort to only result in destroying the human and advancing their progress. Mutilation was far common in their work. In a way, the project followed a similar design to that of creating golems; only this was far superior and complicated of a process, and required the most dreadful of measures. Frequently, their subjects were children and teenagers. A young psychopathic orphan would become their most intriguing, awe-inspiring and successful subject... but also their last. Pain seemed almost null to this child. Attention to the boy's brainwaves indicated there was trauma in reaction to the pain, but expressed and recorded in a way unlike any other. These signals seemed to stop dead in their tracks at a definite point, suggesting a numbness or conscious disregard. Nonetheless, they knew this subject would succumb if they didn't take the necessary precautions. For this reason, they used similar methods they did with others except they used a desensitizing serum. Their impressions were starstruck by the complacency the teen expressed to their actions and intentions against him, and even more by his obligation with their work. The orphan was easy for them to work with, and his resistance to their methods made him an interesting and promising guinea pig. For this reason, they restrained themselves from conducting unnecessary, indefinite tests on him and reserved him for more confident procedures. Until he was needed, he was contained and fed in the research ward, in a secure chamber kept under maintenance and examination. They discovered his incredible intelligence and awareness, and shortly after noticed his disregard for moral and empathy by allowing him to peer into their activities with other subjects. He became a center of study, and instead of considering his name they had dubbed him Subject J.A.X.X. An excerpt from a researcher's notes reads, Subject J.A.X.X is a truly remarkable being. A psychopathic teen with no remorse for the lives or beings of others, even himself. While not necessarily hostile towards us or others, he is not a friendly being however he is easy to work with. There's a beautiful example of rationalism and intelligence in him, and a potential to be compatible with our future experiments. This may be the host we have long yearned for, and if not him then we have a perfect idea of what we have been searching for. The teen had become a catalyst upon which the organizations dreams would come true. Any experiment that showed sufficient results that weren't compatible with any other subject were done on him with exercised caution. Many procedures were performed on him, from bioengineering to physical bodily modification. Slowly but surely, he was shriveling into a husk of his former self. Each result had been tested eagerly, running the boy through many courses; as well as testing his interaction with fellow members of the organization for a stability check. It was during this interaction that their first taste of his intolerance had been received. With a mutated, superhuman body and mechanical arms containing prototype mechanisms meant for destruction, he mutilated a mechanist who had disrespected him. Afterwards, he announced terms for further compliance which had been the ability to walk freely rather than be a caged bird. As troubled as the organization was by this demand, they had no choice but to submit. They could not destroy nor drive away a subject of such importance and advancement to their cause. The Ultimate Weapon Project proceeded from here on, but with staff and administration walking on eggshells with the presence of their subject breathing down their necks. Security measures were taken, with tighter and more formidable force monitoring him. Nonetheless, they knew there were boundaries they could not cross. After a year had passed of continuous toying with Subject J.A.X.X, one final procedure had been committed with the hopes of immortalizing the subject. His body was a shell; a mechanical body of flexible variation and replaceable armory. By immortalizing the teen, not only would they have a Ultimate Weapon, but this weapon would be a unstoppable monstrosity. The significance of this goal made it into prioritized project of it's own, dubbed Project J.A.X.X The aim was to allow the subject to survive without his body, and store his life and soul into an impenetrable magic core that'd reside within his head, allowing him to work on his own without the need of a body. In turn, this would allow him to completely change bodies as a whole, giving him an otherworldly possibility to vary in vessel and broaden the list of possibilities, opportunities and specialties. He'd be able to true function in a limitless number of ways. When explaining the huge advancement ahead to J.A.X.X, they had left out the fact that he would completely lose who he was before. His memory and what little emotion he had would be ultimately destroyed and reborn, converting him into something entirely different. Without reluctance and ignorant to the coming result, he agreed. This decision had resulted in the end of the orphan who existed before, and marked the birth of a being this the organization and the world would come to fear. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What am I?" he pondered aloud, pacing back and forth from wall to wall idly. Jaxx held his mechanical hand out in front of him, observing the perfect apricot hue reflecting human flesh. Alas, the barely noticeable creases in this very hand, most defined at the joints, reminded him of how imperfect he was. "Who am I?" he continued, lifting his gaze up to the wet dripping ceiling, slick with the essence of life. The reflection it gave was temporary, lasting only a second every time the flash of a red light patrolled 'round like a lighthouse light. Jaxx saw himself, but couldn't figure out who that truly was. "Oh, yes. An abomination. A monster. A weapon... a puppet? No, no, no... puppets have masters," he rambled thoughtfully, rubbing the cold metal of his fingertips against his fleshy lips. "In that case... I am a doll. A puppet without strings nor a master is merely a doll. Seeking someone to truly use it, accept it, love it. A doll returns this love. "... and so, I thought to myself, "Why do I not have no past? No string of possessors? No master to love me?... Why am I unable to comprehend this "love"?" he asked, suddenly stopping in the center of the room and averting his attention towards the other end of the room. Red flashed, rotating maniacally to tear away at the darkness desperately. The shadows dispersed and receded over and over again. "I am a monstrosity, an abomination born from sin, as I heard them say. I am a husk devoid of all humanity, a bringer of an end. A failure without a leash, an unfathomably ugly spawn. These are the reasons. Tell me... is this why I am unloved? Is this why I cannot feel?" he asked the quivering, barely breathing sack of flesh hanging by stretched, twisted appendages once called arms. Orbs of true terror stared into his, dulled by a fleeing soul. Blood drained from their torn lips, and salty crimson drops rained from their eyes. "Oh. Right. I understand that fear can reach a measure where the body begins to lock-up or stiffen, and speech can be hampered through emotion alone. Fear. An oddly powerful feeling, is it not? I'm afraid I cannot emphasize with it." A grotesque gargle emitted from the legless man, further enlightening Jaxx. "That's disappointing. You cannot speak at all, it seems. Oh well. I suppose you were not completely dissatisfying. I at least grew to understand a little more about the human reaction to pain. Perhaps the next subject has a real answer for me." Solemnly, the being turned around and stepped out of the room, which was painted floor to ceiling and complimented by a abstract of human anatomy. | |||||||||
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- Jaxx adores sweets cause they have the most distinct taste to him - name is not known publicly, therefore he is named "The Murder Doll" - SS-Class bounty - casually wears a handkerchief over his mouth and neck - prefers covering up - maintains unpredictability, even in confrontation - desires to one day have a human body of his own - usually only hostile when engaged or when skeptical of another's intention - often comprised of unbreakable material, or very difficult to damage - likes to think of unique ways to kill people, and new mechanisms - genuinely interested in human anatomy, psychology and sociology - doesn't like to affiliate with anyone than himself and a single master | |||||||||
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