Doucement. Doucement. Doucement. Doucement. Doucement. Doucement. Doucement. Doucement.
Sur le plafond de la petite salle de réunion, posez le coupable de l'incessante «douleur». Un petit chat blanc, enroulé sur la table, défiant la logique comme elle criait et appelait. C'était étoilé d'aller à Yruzza. Comment a-t-il fait ça? De la colle? Non, les chats n'avaient pas de doigts. Vraiment? En se penchant le cou pour le découvrir, il s'est rendu compte qu'en effet, le chat avait des doigts, des mains de taille humaine en fait. Intéressant. A chaque instant, Yruzza a voulu toucher le chat, serrer la main, mais il est resté juste hors de portée.
Yruzza était assis dans une position foetale, le curling et le décrochage des doigts, perturbé par les mains des chats. C'était agonisant. Plus que d'entendre tout le monde parler, il y avait une voix plus forte, plus forte. C'était des idiots, tous. Ils ont fait confiance aux escrocs, ont fait affaire avec des faux, et n'étaient pas prêts pour les conséquences? Des idiots. Des idiots. Des idiots. Et maintenant, il les a coincés. Pourquoi? Pourquoi? Pourquoi?
"Vous manquez tous le point!" Il a craché, beaucoup plus durement qu'il ne l'avait prévu. "La moitié du monde souterrain sera après nous, et vous voulez les frapper à la tête, êtes-vous stupide? Nous n'avons pas exactement le recours pour traiter la mafia entière comme ça. La tête ne marchera pas ici." il brouillait, regardant l'homme invisible a remis le chat entier à.
Sur nulle part, un couteau se retrouverait logé dans le plafond. Dans la réalité d'Yruzza, il s'est finalement calmé cet instant-là.
*Name:
Yruzza Welsh
*Alias:
"Ramshackle"
*Age:
28
*Height:
6'5"
*Weight:
165 lbs


*Physical Abilities/Skills:
UNKNOWN
*Personality:
A deeply troubled soul, Yruzza teeters on the edge of sanity. As a result of the emotional trauma he has endured, ‘Ramshackle’ suffers from schizophrenia and occasional periods of psychosis. While these conditions began to manifest early in his life, but they began to amplifie due in no small part to a particular event in her past. During a confusing encounter with a wildly vivid series of hallucinations, Yruzza killed his family. His regret for that action shattered something deep within him, and pushed him further into madness. Along with hallucinations of the many others he has killed, or even pure products of his imagination, these illusions are a fact of his life.
On most occasions Yruzza reveals the reverse side of his crazed nature, an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", Yruzza takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his meddling. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.
He his a very calculating and methodical man, able to seemingly perceive any and all matters at hand and use this information to better manipulate the situation, making him all the more dangerous.
*Background:
Born as a mentally challenged youth in a place where such a thing was punishable by death, Yruzza's early life was spent hidden away from the outside world. His accidental father left soon after he was conceived. His mother, a would-be housewife, did all but kill him to hide his existence from potential husbands. He spent his days locked in a basement, never having felt the light on his skin, eating scraps of food thrown down a rusty hatch and crafting toys from dirt and stone, and speaking to his only friend, a disembodied voice he called Ramshackle. His already abused, broken mind atrophied from disuse. This continued until his late teens, when that rusty hatch suddenly stuck open. His mother, busy with her new husband and family, failed to notice as Yruzza crawled out from the basement, up through the vents and into her dining parlor. Ramshackle told him to eat, and his repressed rage burst free, and in a fit of terrifying violence and strength, he ripped apart his 'family' with a bestial fervor. As her dying act, his mother managed to stab her forsaken son on a fire-poker, nearly ending a life that could have been saved through love and affection.
Unable to compose himself, Yruzza rage quickly ate through all those who tried to stop him. Ramshackle guided him. He killed to eat, he killed to live, and soon, he grew to understand pleasure, and enjoyed killing. That rage was replaced by an eerie calm and a child-like regression. No longer was he a rage filled beast, but a predator.
Yruzza took to learn of the world himself, and was a fast on, quickly catching up on years of lost education in a matter of 3. Despite that, he could never replace his mortality, not that he would want to. 
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