Jamison Kole

Intro

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  • Real name: Jamison Tyrell
  • Nicknames: James, Jam
  • Race: Human
  • Class: Middle
  • Alignment: Chaotic
  • Age: Eighteen
  • Body Type: Thin, but muscular enough to pack a punch
  • Height: 6'0
  • Weight: 169 pounds
  • Complexion: Fair
  • Hair: Dyed black to blend in with the night
  • Eyes: Hazel-Green
  • Handedness: Right
  • Scars: Littered along his body from past victims struggling
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Clingy yet intimidating, stubbornly opinionated, often becomes paranoid, he falls for people easily, tends to panic and stress over simple things
  • Mannerisms: Typically strikes at night, smoking
  • Likes: Manipulating people, astrology, collecting sharp objects
  • Dislikes: People getting into his head, police squads
  • Disorders: Bipolar disorder

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  Jamison was born to a wealthy family. But oh, how he loathed that snobby bunch. For fifteen long years, he was pampered and tended to, all the while listening to his brothers and sisters complain that there wasn't enough ketchup on their fries. One day, Jamison snapped. The young adolescent snatched up a knife, and then rummaged through the locker for his father's shotgun. Armed with both, Jamison went room to room and shot first, then climbed onto them and stabbed them multiple times. Of course, being the only surviving family member would be suspicious, so he set the manor ablaze, and then ran off into the night, loads of cash from the vault held in a bag at his side.
  
  He wanted to erase all traces of himself, so he dyed his hair black, legally changed his last name, and then independently bought a house of his own when he turned eighteen to look like he was a functional member of society.

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  Dyed hair as black as midnight helps cloak this young man in darkness as he prepares to strike down on yet another victim. Most murders happen in the night, some others are done by luring a person to his home. Over the years, he has developed a skill for manipulative behavior. His hazel eyes possess such an evil, dastardly glint as he stabs into his prey. The young murderer happens to be exquisitely good at acting. The cops have not been on his trail once. The man tends to wear darker clothing. Not only is it easier to hide bloodstains with, but it hides him so conveniently in the shadows.
  
  The victims taken to his home are always buried deep underground in his back yard. His high fence keeps neighbors from spying on his dastardly deeds. His way of luring victims often includes an intentional interruption. Perhaps he'll slam into you and as an apology, invite you to his home for some tea. After you've finished off your beverage, you are dragged down into his basement where bodies are ripped apart. Blood lines the floor and walls, and covers his many torture devices in a thick caking. Once he's finished with your mangled body, he wraps it all up in a trash bag or two, and then it's off to the back yard.

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