Psychotic
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Pet Information
Pet Name: Psychotic
Owner: Draven
Theme / Type: Wintergreen Obsideon
Born: November 12, 2010
Gender: Male
Collection: 4
Mood: Mad
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 7
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 4
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 7/1155 [ View Foods ]
1. - Eat Me Cookie
2. - Ghost Taffy
3. - Gourmet Turkey Chocolate
4. - Grape Bat Gummy
5. - Green Candy Corn
6. - Gurahdi Pomme
7. - Lanturn Mint Candy
2. - Ghost Taffy
3. - Gourmet Turkey Chocolate
4. - Grape Bat Gummy
5. - Green Candy Corn
6. - Gurahdi Pomme
7. - Lanturn Mint Candy
Pet Profile
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Pet Edit Done by Memento
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Name: Fiori Cross
Nickname: The Thorn Killer
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Flower Shop Owner/Serial Killer
Orientation: Bisexial
Status: Single
Skin: Fair
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Green
Weight: 158 lbs
Height: 5' 7"
Personality: Very intelligent, quiet and well mannered. He is very caring and very sophistocated in his ever day routine. He just has a few mental hiccups and trauma that lead to becoming a serial killer, but even all of his kills are represented with art, modesty and compation.
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Loud noises blarred through an old tube television, a young boyof 12 sat only a foot away. His mother always told him it was bad for him, but sitting that close allowed him to use the noise to block out her screams, the breaking dishes and the fights that would happen in the house nearly every night. His life had started out great, his mother and father were happy together,he had even purchased her a lovely flower store for their 10th wedding anniversary. But everything fell apart when his father was in a car accident, leaving him dissabled and leaving her too raise their 6 year old son. His mother, heartbroken and lost, could not even bring herself to look at what was left of her husband and placed him in a full care home, divorced him and tried to move on,leaving her heart behind along the way.
A couple years passed, a few men had come and go. And much more horrible substances started to make their way in to their house, the selection of men declinned and the flower shop was withering away like an unattended garden. Fiori grew up watching his mother wither away as well. By the age of 9 everything was ruined, she was no longer the mother he had loved. She had become very involved with a particular man, the one who supplied her to be exact. And things seemed decent enough for Fiori,he was a bit rough around the edges, but at least he had tried to converse with Fiori unlike the other men, and soon enough his mother agreed to marry the train wreck of a man.
Age 10, seemed like a great age for a new family, and was the boy ever wrong. His mother's substance abuse rised, and his now step father just kept feeding it to her. Soon enough, fights started, fists were thrown and dishes followed them.
The loud noise from the tv blarred out everything, made reality seem to dissapear for the 12 year old boy. His bright eyes focused. A loud bang was heard, and the fighting stopped, at first Fiori was pleased with the silence. But then movement started again,this time quick burts, as if paniced. Then after a few minutes, silence again. Loud bangs and crashes were not uncommon amonsgt the fighting couple, so Fiori thought nothing of it and continued to watch TV until his lids felt heavy, he crawled in to bed and fell fast asleep.
The next morning came and left, young Fiori did not wake till nearly noon. Normally his mother would wake him, get him all set up and shipped off to school. Yes she had a horrible substance abuse, and yes a terrible new husband, but she never let it get in the way of making sure he son at least had a good education and some food in his stomach each day. But this morning had been different, there was nothing, no sound, no being woken up... just silence. He pulled himself from the bed, threw on some clothing and made his way out of his room. "Mom?" He yelled out,no answer. He narrowed his eyes in confusion, "MOM?!" He yelled lowder, still no answer, his pace quickened and within seconds came to a skidding stop. His mother lay face down on the floor, a pool of blood beneath her cold, fragile body. "Mom?" He squeeked out, tears of pain filling his eyes. He rushed over to her and knelt down beside her, his upper body folding in to lean on her upper back. His sobs lasted hours and soon enough, he turned in to a lifeless shell, his mind blank as he sat there on the floor, shutting down internally to the point he didn't even think or bother to call anyone, there was no one who could help, so why bother?
The teachers at his school had notified authorities that he had not been present for 2 days in a row, no phone call to explain, and none of their phone calls returned. Which lead to the discovery of the mother and her broken child still curled up with her. His eyes dull and his expression blank.
He was put in to foster care, a loving women took him in and only him. That way she could give this broken boy the love, care and guidance he needed. Everything left in his mother's name was given to him, including the closed, run down flower shop. As the years passed,Fiori grew older, slowly coming back out of his shell. He began taking an interest in gardening at 17, and his foster mom indulged in it, buying him all he needed and wanted, because when ever she saw him working out in the garden, she could see a smile on the young man's face and he had what would appear to be a natural talent with the plants.
Years went by, he was now 22, he lived on his own, had a college degree in business and a great relationship with his foster mom. He was finally ready to take on what his mother had left him; The flower shop.
He worked hard to get it cleaned up and presentable and in due time, it was ready. The grand reopening of the store went well and his life seemed to finally be on the right track.
But yet again, at 25, his life took another turn. He closed up the store at night and started to walk home when a very familiar voice caught his attention. His green eyes darting around to find it's owned, and sure enough, what was once his step dad stumbled through the alley way,drunkenly yelling at anything he bumped in to. Fiori's eyes narrowed and his blood started to pump, all he could hear was the woosh of his own blood in his ears. He followed after the drunk man, heartbent on revenge for what he had done to him and especially his mother.
He followed behind him for a few steps before pushing the man forward, causing the drunk to fall over easily."Not so nice being helpless?!" Fiori yelled at him, rage leaker from ever work. Soon enough he was ontop of the other man's back, his head between his hands. "You will rot!!" He continued to yell, and before his mind could proscess anything, he was smashing the other mans face in to the pavement until his arms ached and his knuckles hit the ground repeatably. He walked away from the scene, his hands covered in blood, a crazed smile and the man lay lifeless.
Soon enough, his world started to reshape it's self, he started to see things much differently, and that night had started it all. His body counted had started, and it got bigger and bigger. He was up to his 7th kill when he realized that they were just empty shells when hewas done with them and that new life needed to bloom from their wretched disgusting ones. Beauty and art needed to take their place, and that was when the flower arragements started and he was given the name "The Thorn Killer." By local media.
By the age of 26, he had managed to rack up 19 kills. He had been questioned on the matter many times, especially since he owned a flower shop. But his smart wits kept him from becoming a major suspect and a free man.
Age 27; Present time:
Long fingers touched and played with the beautiful velvet petals. His fingers playing along the edges before retreating, moving to a bucket and pulling another and placing it gently and pefectly in to the gathering display. It was filled with colors, beauty, wonderful smells and looked beatiful to the man as he placed the last flower in to it's rightful place; his signature black rose. He stood and looked down, admiring his wonderful work, his lips pulling up on to a wicked smile.
"You are beatiful" he walked a few steps then crouched, his long fingers reaching down to pick up and fix a few strands of hair. "There you go." He spoke as if he was talking to someone. He gave the scene one last look and walked away.
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"The Thorn Killer stikes again!" A women announces on the locel news network, the noise blaring through a lovely glass based loft appartment. Bright green eyes watched the TV intently again. "Another body was found, a young blond was found with her abdomen pulled open and filled with a flower arrangement, just like the rest of his other victoms and the signature black rose is present." The women informed the public, and as she continued to cover the story, the intent stare turned to pride and glory.
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