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Name: Jack Danielle Hably
Nickname: Sweet
Age: Old enough to kill you, but not old enough to drink.
Gender: Female
Hair: A light silver color, which is cut short to barely cover the nape of her neck. In the "Her Clothes" link it shows the hair.
Eyes: Usually closed due to the sheer delight she experiences. If you get close enough to see her deep crimson eyes, then you're likely to feel agonizing pain before you die shortly. In the "Her Clothes" link it shows both of her eyes. Opened and closed.
Species: Human, despite being plagued by Insanity.
Clothes: Her clothes
Special Things: An "X" shaped scar going across the top of her nose. Teeth are all razor sharp.
Background: Her family was pretty normal by everyone's standards. A mother, a father and a younger brother. Living in a nice home, in a raising neiborhood and any sort of crime seemed to be thousands of miles away. And by the young age of ten, she already grew tired of it. So one night Sweet decided to change all that. Creeping out of the warmth he bed gave the girl, she tiptoed to the garage. Pulling out two objects to do the dirty deeds. Passing through the kitchen she even took hold of one more. Up the stairs she went, hoping that her tiny feet wouldn't make the boards creek under her. The first on Sweet's list was the one called little brother.
Slipping into his room, Sweet sat down the two things she didn't need and with the last one in her hand she turned it on. The hands grasps around it could feel the warmth that slowly enveloped it. Onto the bed she climbed on and got on top of her brother. The movements waking him, though not caring Sweet' reached down and held one his eyelid open. Exposing his left eye and before the poor boy could say anything she rammed down the hot iron sodiner into his eye. From the pain he experienced, spine tingling scream came from his voice box. Not once did she waver though. Quickly before he screamed too long and had the chance of waking the people called their parents woke up, Sweet used her now free hand to cover the boys mouth with a pillow. And past his screaming she only said this to him, "I always did hate you staring at me all the time." And with that she ripped out the sodiner out of his left eye. On it were pieces of the burnt organ, and out of the socket came liquid that was a light yellow with red. Enjoying the sight it made, once more the little girl brought down her weapon onto his right eye. Letting it burn the flesh as the little boy under her fought with all of his might. A small grin crept onto her lips as he continued to push the weapon deeper and deeper into his skull until his small body stopped moving. A low sigh came from the girl as she got off the young boy. Her expression is one of disappointment. As though she thought he wouldn't die from something being shoved somewhere it shouldn't be.
On her way out Sweet picked up the last two weapons for the last two people in the house. Creeping into their bed room, on the bed side table the girl placed the smaller of the two weapons down onto it. Grunting, she picked up the heavier of the two, a simple axe that was used whenever the tree needed to be trimmed a bit or something needed to be chopped up. This was its use to night. Raising it up, Sweet brought it down upon the man she called father. The moment it met with the thin layer of skin, meat, and bones that made up his neck was split into two. Blood splashed and pooled around the crude cut. Her lips curled up more at the sight of the blood and it splashing on her. As she then raised it once more, slamming it into his chest cavity. Making the bed even more wet with the red liquid. And from this liquid pooling over onto the miss' side, she begun to stir. Picking up the last tool of death and leaving the axe in her once father's chest, Sweet walked over to the mother's side of the bed, the kitchen knife in her hand.
The woman she called mother moved in her sleep when the cold liquid touched her. Sitting up as she looked at her hand, the woman's eyes widened as she realized it was blood. Quickly getting out of the bed she peered at her once alive husband and her once angle standing next to him face and clothes splashed with his blood. Screaming she ran out of the room to go to her son's room and at the sight before her, came yet another high pitched scream as she dashed out. Heading in the direction of the garage where the cars were. And behind her was the little girl who had ill intentions.
Rounding a corner to get to the stairs, the woman fell to the ground and looked behind her shoulder. Her little girl brought down the knife that was in her hand, slashing at the back of the ankles. Cutting in half the ligament that allowed her to walk. The woman cried out as her mode of transportation was taken from her, but she wouldn't give up yet. Reaching forward and pulling with all her might, the mother pulled herself towards the stairs. Unable to stop herself, she fell down them. Making a ruckus that no one could hear. Well no one that could help her. Since they all were murdered. Slaughtered like pigs.
Where the railing was the little girl leaned over, her once small grin was now big. Her hand going out to the open space as he let the knife go. Down it dropped before impaling the woman in her back as he tried to get away. Pitter patter went Sweet's feet as she made her way down the stairs. Getting up to her mother, she ripped out the knife from her body as yet another cry of pain came from her. "Why? Why are you doing this Ja-Jack?" Came her questioning as blood poured from her wounds and salty water teared from her eye. After all, might as well practice answering the question. The police will be asking it soon. "Why? Because everyday was boring. So I wanted to liven it up a bit." came the girl's reply. As she then brought down the knife for lord knows how many more times. She lost count after thirty. Her mother's body was mutilated. Countless holes in her body and a pool of blood under it to prove that. By now her face and body was covered in her mother’s blood, and through it all she smiled widely.
Though once the police found her they quickly took her in and when the trail went through, she was seen by a few court appointed doctors. And all came to the same conclusion. That little Sweet was clinically insane. When the trail ended they placed that little girl in a mental hospital. In a room by her self. With nothing sharp in sight or near her. After all we didn't want her to hurt anyone else. So over the next four years she learned how to fool the doctors and nurses that tended to her. Then finally the day Sweet was finally set free. Oh how they would soon regret that.
Name: Schlotheim Reinbach IV
Age: Unknown, though was acquired by Sweet four years ago.
Gender: Male
Hair: Non-existent
Eyes: True pain is blind.
Species: Chainsaw Blade.
Clothes: Being a weapon of mutilation, would one really need to be wearing clothes?
Info: Is usually more rational, compared to Sweet. Possessing a Northern English accent, he is the cause of Sweet's most bloodthirsty actions. Always being polite to others, though mostly in a sinister sort of way it seems.
