[Invite Only] [OOC] The Chimera Project III: Primal Fury

[Coloursfall]

Back by popular demand; I welcome you to The Chimera Project III: Primal Fury. Co-run by myself and FMC_x_ANS, this time it's by invite, and this time it's going to last...

Alchemy.​

The science of understanding the structure of matter, breaking it down, and reconstructing it as something else.

Alchemy has been used by many people over the decades, for good and evil, and all the shades in between. The State Military tries its best to keep an eye on all Alchemists, handing out State Licenses to the best and brightest.

But now, the State is using alchemy to create a powerful new brand of solders, rendering all other modes of battle obsolete. Melding humans with animals with strange alchemic powers that were recovered from the site of a forbidden human transmutation, giving them the ability to breathe fire, survive underwater for long times, harness electricity in the air for attacks, and much more.

These Alchemic Chimeras caused great controversy in the inner ranks of the State, the Weapons Development department heavily opposed the creation of Alchemic Chimeras, even going so far as to release the few that had been made, under the direct (albeit secret) command of General Roy Mustang.

You are one of these Chimeras. You have been put under the command of Major Edward Elric, who has been caught up in the project as well.

You were taken away from your homes and families, or perhaps just taken of the streets or prison. You were drugged and completely unaware of the procedure until you woke...

And when you did, you were left in a holding cell with others in the same situation.

The cell is about twenty feet square, with smooth cement walls on four sides, the other wall made up of thick steel bars. There is a pile of square crates piled in a corner, stacked about six feet up. The roof is twelve feet or so up.

Your mission: acquire freedom by any means necessary.

Notes:
-This is a Pokemon/Full Metal Alchemist crossover. It's isn't really all that necessary that you know very much about FMA, but feel free to Wiki it.
-There might will be blood.
-for what moves you would know - it works like ASB, all of them.
-You don't have to be an FMA person. Just putting that out there.


Rules:
-Usual Forum Rules
-if you don't post enough/up to my standards, I'll kill you off~ :3


Form:
[B]Name:[/B]
[B]Age:[/B] (Not under 15 or so, if you please)
[B]Gender:[/B]
[B]Mixed with:[/B] (One Pokemon, no legendaries)

[B]Appearance:[/B] (Should show a few signs of what you're mixed with)

[B]Personality:[/B]

[B]History:[/B] (doesn't have to be too long)

[B]Other:[/B]


Me:

I will be playing as Edward.

Name: Edward Elric
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Mixed with: Persian

Appearance: Edward is small, but I wouldn't mention that if I were you. His hair and eyes are both a shade of deep gold, and he has a rather feline appearance. His hair is long and usually in a braid. His right arm and left leg (from just above the knee down) are auto-mail. After his fusion into a chimera, he gained a pair of black-furred ears which poke out of his hair, whiskers, a tail that curls at the end, and a red jewel in his forehead. His typical dress consists of a red jacket, black leather pants, platform boots, and a black sleeveless shirt. He had to cut a hole in the rear of his pants for his tail, which annoyed the boy greatly.

Personality: Edward, like it or not, makes a pretty good leader. He worries about other people more than himself, is excellent at hand-to-hand combat as well as Alchemy, and is a child prodigy. He takes any slight mention of his height (no pun intended) as the most insulting thing he's ever heard in his life. He is very brave, charging headfirst into battles with seemingly imposable odds, and usually making it out without a scratch.

History: (hay go read the Wiki on him for a full bio, I'll just do his history with the project) Edward was tricked into the project, so they could test if an Alchemic Chimera could retain their previous Alchemic skills. They can. Edward hated being in captivity, and they had to literally chain him down so he wouldn't escape. His fusion was a success, and he was on of the first made. He wants to find his little brother again, since they were separated while he was in the project. He suspects that Alphonse is in Resembool.

Other: Nein.


Invitation List:
Full Metal Cookies - Form Entered - Edward Elric
FMC_x_ANS - Form Entered - Alexis Atalross
moon-panther - Form Entered - Danny Timber
Kali the Flygon - Farm Entered - Gary Mora
Kusarigamitachi - Form Entered - Nia Hewitt
Stormecho - Form Entered - Karae
Leviathan - Form Entered - Rukh Quora
Zora of Termina - Form Entered - Gretchen Addison
Male Gardevoir - Form Entered - Drakon Aurelio Voltaire
Crazy Linoone

Get your forms in guys!

 

[FMC_x_ANS]

Name: Elaina Atalross
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mixed with: Jigglypuff

Appearance: Standing 5'11", Elaina' skin is extremely flushed and pink with abnormally soft skin.
Flowing hair tumbles down to her shoulders and is hot pink. Her clothing is plain white, consisting of an extremely over sized T-Shirt and over sized gray sweatpants. Had she a choice, she'd choose a long skirt and petite coat.

Personality: Elaina, shut off from the rest of the world grew to be somewhat haughty and assumptive of others, used to getting her own way and very forceful. She isn't mean hearted, but she just very tsundere.

History: Daughter of one of the head scientists in the Chimera project, Eliana had lived richly in the family estates. Forced from a young age to ack as a 'lady', she never had time to play outside with the other children. Instead she was tutored in music, math, english, drawing, painting, dancing, and various other arts. But one day it turned upside down when her father was forced to make a decision; choose the daughter of his wife, or the daughter of the woman he was having an affair with. He chose Elaina, dooming her to the project.

Other: She only weighs sixty pounds.

 

[allitersonance]

Name: Nia Hewitt
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Mixed with: Zangoose

Appearance: While currently most chimeras are mostly human with several animal traits, or one that's halfway between animal and human, once in a while a "talking chimera" appears. That is, a chimera that seems to be the mix of two animal, but it can talk! Thanks to the Sewing-Life Alchemist, talking chimeras became known to the public, even if only as a miracle or rarity.

But talking chimeras are really an animal mixed with a human, which is the only source of their intelligence and talking abilities. The same applies to pokemon chimeras - and that's what Nia is. She, mostly, looks like a zangoose - albeit a larger one, because of additional mass. Her hair is the same as it was when she was human, long and brown, although a line of long, brown hair follows her spine. Her tail is covered with the same hair, rather than white fur.

Nia's limbs are longer than a normal zangoose her size would be, and her feet are also elongated, with five long toes instead of three short ones. Her thumbs, on her front paws, are also longer, and she has two additional non-claw fingers positioned between and slightly closer to her palms than her claws, to help manipulate objects.

Her face is rather more human-looking than the rest of her, as her eyes are completely human and her jaws are like a human's in shape, except for the zangoose nose and fangs.

She doesn't wear clothes - she's not human enough to need them. She also usually walks on all fours, finding it hard to balance standing up, unless she's fighting.

Personality: Although she's fifteen, Nia acts like a child. She acts innocent and idealistic, and she's fairly gullible. Her emotions are fairly simplistic, and she doesn't hold grudges. She's immature enough to get angry or sad if something doesn't go her way, but her feelings can change quickly. It doesn't mean they're not as real, and she can fight as fiercely as the adults for the sake of protecting someone she loves, but people often take them less seriously.

She tends to want a parental or leader figure to follow, and she'll be very loyal and do whatever she thinks needs to be done for them. Of course, she's usually obedient on the surface, but she might go behind the leader's back if she listens to the other voice - the zangoose that wants to protect everyone, and is willing to kill to do it. It's a strong voice. It's a convincing voice. Most importantly, it's usually right, and she hasn't been able to develop strong enough morals to go against its voice of reason and practicality.

History: Nia was born to two fairly average military alchemists. Her mother dealt with carbon and liked to turn enemies into diamond blades, which she was very skilful with, while her father could make walls. Needless to say, her father wasn't actually a State Alchemist, although he did know how to use those walls creatively.

She didn't seem that abnormal as a child, although she didn't start speaking until after her peers and when it came to learning to read and write, she wouldn't pay attention. She was able to draw better than the crayon stick figures or triangles with heads her classmates drew, but she could barely write. Academically, she continued to fall behind the others, and the teachers would comment that she acted like she was still in preschool. Eventually she was pulled out of school, and given a private tutor that had to somehow teach her stuff without making her read them - reading things to her and having her answer orally worked fairly well.

This tutor, although effective, was actually a doctor that was supposed to figure out what was wrong with her. He said that she had a mental deficiency and had probably been traumatised early in life, suspecting her parents teachers or a kidnapper. Some other children just thought that she figured out early that being cute helped her get what she wanted, and wished they had thought of that before so they could be convincing. Some older kids and many adults thought that she'd just never matured and shouldn't be coddled for that.

One day while playing outside, a man offered her jelly beans and chocolate and lollipops, and offered her a dog if she wanted to go to the back of his van to get it. She wanted a dog, of course, so she went with him. The drugs in the candy started to take effect while she was petting the large, hot, tiger-striped dog, and she fell asleep in the man's arms.

Other: She can make walls out of the floor, just like Daddy!

 

[Stormecho]

Yes, this again! =D And with the same character, except less emo. x3 So that I won't get stuck and go "euuugh, don't know how to write her". :P
Name: Karae
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mixed with: Dragonair
Appearance: Karae is pale, with a sickly blue tinge to her skin due to her lack of nourishment. She is also thin, and quite fragile, with long, ragged black hair that hangs to about mid-back. She is of average height, though she slouches to look smaller. She has tiny feathered wings that are usually folded against the sides of her head and both an equally undersized horn and a tail that she wraps around her waist. Her clothing consists of torn and quite dirty pants, and a loose grey shirt. Her eyes are grey, and she has blue orbs at her neck and the end of her tail.
Personality: Karae is a perfectionist, an odd thing for one living on the streets. Yet, she always had a sense that she would not have been abandoned if she had been better. This is the source of all her motivation - she has to live, do well, so that someone will look at her without the pity and contempt that she has become familiar with. The experiment has cut away at the little self esteem she had before, and she now views herself as a sort of freak, but will do anything to stay alive long enough to go back to normal. She is suspicious of others when they seem to want to help her, but will attach herself to someone stronger than her if she thinks they actually care about what happens to her.
History: Karae was left on the steps of an orphanage when she was three. She did not have memories of her parents, and was treated like any other child without a family at the institution - not pampered, but treated well. Alas, she was never adopted, and at sixteen, was left to fend for herself on the streets. She did an adequate job of staying alive, but was scooped up as part of the project. After all, who cared about the loss of a homeless person? She integrated surprisingly well, considering her undernourished state, and, you know, didn't die right off.
Other: If she ever eats something, she will look less ill...? She doesn't know about her powers of controlling the weather, and has no idea how to tap them and all that. She loves the smell of coffee beans and she has no idea what her last name is.

Failapp.

 

[Coloursfall]

Everyone's been added; everyone else gets yours in too! :3

 

[Sylph]

Name: Danny "Fang" Timber
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Mixed with: Lucario

Appearance: His hair is shaggy and four dreadlocks that stick out behind his head. He has ears that he usually lays back to hide them when walking amoung humans. He also was spikes sticking out of the back on his hands and a tail. Other than the poke'feautres, he was Emberald green eyes and black hair. He wears a pair of silver braceletts, arm bands, ankletts, a ring on his left hand and a silver necklace to boot.

Personality: He is very...flamboyant. He is calm and a easy guy to be around. He is also a bit of a nutter and will say things that just make people question his sanity. He is also not very picky with which gender he flirts with. He is also very loyal to those that perk his interest, fighting beside them until the final day. He has a unnatural obession of "completeing the Mission" and claiming that he can't die until the "mission" is complete.

History: He is a theif and a Alchemist that can transmute silver into anything he wishes. He lived in the streets since he was a small boy, having no memory of a family or a home other than the box he lived in. Through this, he learned the skills of a theif and stole everything that he needed. After stealing enough money, he bought himself a place to sleep at night that would shelter him from the rain and cold. He was captured when he was stealing the valuables from a house of rich folk when the police kicked down the door and arrested him. They charged with with double homicide of the two stiffs unstairs in the house. He claims that he didn't kill the rich stiffs but they didn't listen to him. He was shipped off to prison and lived a interesting life when he caused the other inmates to fear him and leave him the hell alone, then through some palm greasing of the scientists, he was shipped off to the lab where he was created into a Chimera. The Scientist that created him though left the lab and quit the project, claiming that the guilt of distorying the lives of Humans and Pokemon getting too much to bare.

Other: He is currently stalking Edward, picking on him and hitting on him at every chance. He has no shame. He also is the one that goes into towns and gets the supplie everyone needs since he seems more human-looking at first glance. On the back of his shoulder is a Tattoo of a cross with a wolf fang necklace wrapped around the cross. He doesn't care if someone asks him about it, and would likely offer to give you a tattoo as well. He also is suffering from "voice in head", this voice if the Pokemon he's been mixed with.

 

[Zora of Termina]

Name: Gretchen Addison
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Mixed with: Umbreon

Appearance: Frizzy black hair, that goes down just past her shoulders. It almost never looks well-kept. She has dull red eyes that almost always look sad behind thick glasses; before the experiment they were gray. She also used to have pasty white skin, with freckles not just on her face, but all over her body too, but that changed to solid black with golden rings on her forehead, upper arms and thighs. Wears a chocolate brown t-shirt, and straight black capris with dirty white shoes. This incident gave her fox-like Umbreon ears and a tail too, all with golden bands around them.

Personality: This depends on the time of day. In the morning and during the day, she is irritable and depressing and doesn't eat because she says it isn't worth it when she's locked up like she is. But at night, she becomes the complete opposite: cheerful, confident and extremely hungry. But at any time of the day, if she is faced with sudden attack or challenge, she will go after it even with her dying breath. She fights fiercely, and will kill without a second thought. She also swears revenge on her father for selling her off.

History: She was the sister to six other girls. Her being the youngest, her father did not like her much, and used to verbally, and sometimes even physically abuse her. But somehow she managed to keep a cheerful attitude through it all. This irriataed her father to the point where he eventually sold her to the State for their experiments. I'll probably add to this later if I can come up with more. >>

Other: She loves beans.

 

[Coloursfall]

Added and added~

 

[Leviathan]

FINALLY FINISHED!! I could have just used Evan again, but I refuse to c/p the old form and I don't feel like rewriting it, so instead you get this.

Name: Rukh Quora
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Mixed with: Milotic

Appearance: Rukh is tall and lanky, though his lithe form is mostly concealed under a baggy priest's robe, albeit torn in places from both his travels and the military's rough handling of him in captivity, and the once glimmering white dulled with dirt and grime. His once sun-scorched skin has become a pale, creamy yellow, his hair replaced with long red strands starting at the brow above each eye and stretching backwards down his back, and a horn growing up between them at the back of his head. His eyes, the only noticeable part of his old self still remaining, are a deep crimson, always staring with a stern, scrutinizing gaze. A pair of antennae, curling upwards in a vaguely heart-like shape, sprout from the sides of the bridge of his nose. The lower half of a tail can be seen poking out beneath his robes - usually trailing along on the ground - decorated with a patternless arrangement of red and blue and tipped with what looks for all the world to be a fan. ((This feels incredibly choppy, but I'm not going to take any more time on this form; I'll edit later, if absolutely necessary.))

Personality: A true idealist to the end, Rukh hopes only to have peace for himself, for his kind, and, perhaps someday, for all of the world (or at least for Amestris). Unfortunately, in this desperate hour, words drown amid the violent intent of the military and several of his chimera comrades, reducing him to a passive role. He refuses to shed blood, no matter how grim the situation may become, for he knows that then he will be no better than the oppressive rule of the military or radicals like Scar, though he is aware, and a little afraid, of the new power inside him.

Rukh tries to find the good side in everyone, for all humans, he believes, are blessed with their own unique virtue, but that is the extent of his optimism. Having experienced firsthand the pain of being out of the government's favor, he knows too of the evil of man, and he will die before he consciously allows another to wallow in the despair he had to suffer; if nothing else, he will give his all to keep the chimeras in the light of hope.

History: Rukh is...well, was an Ishbalan - that about sums up the general nature of his past. He grew up in a worn-down slum of a village in southeastern Amestris, where life was harsh, money and food scarce, and the military constantly looming overhead. Amid the gloom, faith in their goddess was all that kept emotional and spiritual oblivion at bay; Rukh endured, but, by the time he was old enough to set out on his own, he had harbored enough doubt to question the so-called benevolence of Ishbala.

Now on a journey of self-discovery, he traveled far to the east, beyond the Ishbalan homelands, beyond the very borders of Amestris, and into the wilderness of the desert. At this point, things get a little fuzzy - even Rukh himself doesn't quite know the details - he might have reached the country Xing on the far side of the wastes and learned the wisdom of their strange customs, or he could have become lost, only to be saved by a kind nomad, or perhaps he found the fabled ruins of Xerxes, whose entire populace was swallowed up by an unknown calamity. Irregardless of the actual cause, he returned with his enlightenment, his faith renewed by a fantastic vision of the virtues of Ishbal, but at the same time his spirit had been tempered by the harsh sands.

Determined to share his revelation, Rukh became a priest, wandering from town to town spreading the new teachings in an attempt to reunite the shattered Ishbalan people. Yet he became a tad too zealous, perhaps; for it was too soon that he decided to gather the prayers of his meager following and approach the military, demanding that the discrimination against Ishbalans cease. Alas, the plea went ignored and he was deemed a fool, but instead of being jailed, he was shipped to the science division, and the chimera project consumed him.

Other: I suspect that Rukh will have little flashbacks of his mysterious desert travels every now and then, if only for drama some character development.

And I have the oldest character. Again. Yay? D:

 

[Coloursfall]

Woo, great as always. Added you, now we're just waiting on Kali, and we can start!

 

[Coloursfall]

Nevermind, screw waiting! *impatient* *holds up the thread* You can just post your from and start posting whenever, Kali. :3

 

[Kali the Flygon]

Well, I'm trying to get a form done, but between a lack of inspiration, being busy IRL, and knowing that Stormy's away for a few more days anyway, I haven't had the drive to finish it. I promise I'll have it done soon.

 

[Kali the Flygon]

There, I'm done now.


Name: Gary Mora
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mixed with: Beedrill

Appearance: Gary is roughly 6' tall, with pale, yellowish fur, as well as some black fur, covering his dark skin. He has 6 limbs... his top four are arm-like, while his last two are legs. The top two limbs end in giant spikes, just like a Beedrill's, extending almost out to the elbows. The two middle limbs, though, end in hands. These hands do have 5 fingers, but are warped in comparison to normal human hands. The fingers are almost talon-like, long and with sharp claws at the end. His chest has the longest, almost curly fur, and is completely yellow, though human-shaped and muscular. In addition to the extra pair of arms, Gary sports 2 pairs of large, nearly transparent wings, with veins leafing out through each entire wing. He also has a plump abdomen, replacing his bottom, ending in a giant stinger on the end. It itself is split smoothly into different cylindrical segments His head is long, and his nose and chin end near the point of it. However, attached to his cheeks are a pair of mandibles, which normally rest against each other, completing the pointy face, with his nose and chin on the top and bottom of the base of the mandibles respectively. His eyes remain the same, as simple insect eyes, but now he has one more eye on the center of his forehead, and two more, large eyes to the sides of his head, just in front of his ears. They are completely red, and if one looks closely enough, one can see that these eyes are compound. His actual ears have disappeared, but a hole in each side of his head, behind the compound eyes remains. Just above his two original eyes, a pair of black antennae have grown out of his head. They bend at a 90 degree angle forward and to the side slightly, like a normal wasp's. While the fur on his face is yellowish and short compared to the rest of his body, he continues to have his original, nearly black and slightly curly hair on the top of his head, going down the back, down to his neck, and around to his ears.

Personality: Gary used to have a calm, peaceful demeanor. He used to be a an out-going, fun-loving individual, who liked being a part of the crowd. But all that changed when he changed. Venom now runs through his body, and the instincts and personality of the wasp he's become has corrupted his mindset. He has become more vengeful, able to snap at the slightest provocation. He sees himself as an abomination, a monster created by the State, and longs not just for freedom, but for revenge against the ones who made him this way. He knows he was made to be a weapon, and is slowly coming to grips with that fact, but he wants to choose who he fights for. If someone does impress him, to reach past his defenses and soothe his soul to the point of becoming his friend, he would be glad to do everything he can to protect and help them.

History: Gary was just a typical college freshmen. He had heard about alchemy, but it really didn't interest him. Instead, he was into literature and sociology, or at least he'd claim he was. Really, he was more into procrastination, goofing off with friends, and partying. One night, he was attending an underage drinking party, and he had already passed out from one... or one dozen... too many beers, when the police raided the place. They made a number of arrests, and practically dragged him out of the room, carrying him by his shoulders and knees. He was thrown into the back of a large police van, but instead of taking him down to the station, they had a different destination in mind for him. The state military took control of the still-unconscious Gary from the station and kept him out cold with an additional drug injected into his bloodstream, until he was safely within an underground laboratory. It wasn't until the experiments concluded that the former college student was allowed to wake back up...

Other: I dunno... am I supposed to say some special word? Naaah.... Sorry it took so long though.

 

[Coloursfall]

Okay, adding you; you can go post now. :3

 

[Coloursfall]

OK guys, we have two more people who were invited in; Male Gardevoir and Crazy Linoone. :3 They're the last ones, so no-one else! have fun guys

 

[Thorne]

Well,you have already accepted my form, but I still say I post it now.

Name: Drakon Aurelio Voltaire
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mixed with: Weavile.

Appearance: Drakon is pretty much an anthropomorphic Weavile. He is around 5'2" tall, and rather thin. He is covered in black fur, except on his hands, or paws, if that describes them better, which are white. He have four fingers, including the thumb, albeit they're clawed and broader then the fingers on a normal human's hand. The red "crown" is longer then that of a normal Weavile, and acts more like actual hair then anything else, laying on his head rather then standing up. He also have the double tail, and the yellow gem in his forehead.

While he have fur, Drakon wears clothes, or at least what is left of them. he used to wear a blue suit, which is severely ripped now, but he still wears it, even if it's some sizes too big, as he shrunk somewhat due being fused with a rather short Pokémon. The right sleeve of the jacket is ripped off completely, and it's also open because he haven't bothered to button it. The right leg of the trousers is also ripped off, but to just above his knee, rather then completely.

Personality: While he is mixed with such a snide creature like Weavile, Drakon is quite the Gentleman. He is polite, and it's overall rather easy to like him. He is, however, a little more willing to break the law for his own good then it would seem. Still, he's a good friend when you get to know him.

History: Drakon was born into a considerably rich family, and was therefor raised in such manners. He did, however, at later years, begin with illegal trading, such as making Alchemists make gold for him. He was however, caught and put into jail for these reasons, but he was actually used for the Chimera experiments and his family was told he committed suicide in the prison.

Other: I'm here for my Ballet lessons! I should warn you, I look damn good in a tutu!

 

[Crazy Linoone]

Name: Zachary Carico
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Mixed with: Sableye

Appearance: Zachary had never been the tallest guy on the block, but now, after getting mixed with a pokemon barely two feet high, he reaches the impressive height of exatly 5 feet, making a certain blonde alchemist quite happy. His hair is messy and short, but long enough to cover his ears. Being mixed with a pokemon turned his hair into a dark purple color, and two purple horns like the ones on a sableye grow out of the sides of his head, right above his ears. The horns poke out through the top of his hair, and, along with his almost gem-like, shining blue eyes, give him a demonic look. His skin had also changed -- it is now light purple and have a hard but elastic feel. His face is rather flat and broad, and his mouth is now filled with sharp, razor like teeth strong enough to break rocks with ease. Zachary's fingers have turned into three sharp claws, and a large, blood-red gemstone grows on his chest. His toes had also turned into claws, although the number of them remained the same.

Zachary used to wear a nice pair of trousers, but they were now ripped and torn -- the legs have been torn off completely from below the knee, which was actually a good thing, for Zachary's height had shrunk so much that his pants wouldn't have fit him properly otherwise.

Personality: Zachary is, to put it mildly, a hedonistic muderer. He loves killing above all else, enjoying the thrill of the hunt and kill. Zachary does not seem insane on first sight -- in fact, he is usually cheerful and easy-going, although hints of malice sometimes slip through, he's usually quick to cover them up with a smile. He's quite friendly with everyone, even the ones he decided he wants to kill. Although he usually prefers secretive killing, taking his victims out one by one without them knowing, he does not mind gunning down a crowd if he has to. He believes that the world is his plaything, and anyone who tries to stop him will be subject to revenge and, usually, death.

History: Zachary had a relatively normal childhood -- his father worked for the military as a low rank soldier while his mother took care of him. Even when his father died in a gunfight, Zachary seemed to handle it nicely. Zachary did not even seem to care when his mother remarried. Nobody was quite sure when Zachary started behaving abnormally, but one day he was found standing in the kitchen with a hacked-up chicken, claiming that he was "cooking dinner for mum". Everything went downhill from there. Zachary started to torture small animals, then, at the age of 19, he disappeared from his home. A week later, his stepfather was found dead, his body hidden in a ditch. His mother died two months later, her body hacked up to pieces. Zachary managed to evade the police and continued his killing, and was only caught after a grand total of six victims had fallen to his murderous impulses over the course of 18 months. Zachary was thrown into jail, but he lasted for about 4 years before the prison guards found him, with blood still on his hands, giggling maniacally at the dead body of his inmate. Zachary was knocked out and trasferred, not to another prison, but...

Other: We need more psychopaths!