Martin Delancie

Real Name: Martin Lincoln Delancie
Title: The Doctor
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Grey
Eyes: Grey
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lbs.

Costume Description/Image: Martin has very little regard for his appearance. He still dons the straight jacket he was given during his stay at the Happy End Mental Asylum, albeit a bit dirty. With blood. His hair is an untidy nest of golden locks, stained with dirt.

Personality
Martin is, in every regard of the word, insane. From chronic paranoia to schizophrenia, this is one serious nut case. Combined with the fact that his intelligence surpasses that of any normal or subnormal human, he enjoys using his knowledge to toy with others. His personal goal is to fill the world with chaos, in order to fit his own twisted mindset. Life has literally no meaning to him, though he often prefers to watch people kill each other, over doing it himself. This isn't to say that he won't get his hands dirty.

History
From birth, Martin was incredibly intelligent. Whether it was genetic or not was unknown, but by the time he'd reached the first grade he could solve college-level algorithms with ease. He chose to use this knowledge for the betterment of mankind, and devoted a lot of his later life to the study of medicine. He'd memorized the human anatomy, both internal and external, and could pinpoint issues with a sick person in a matter of seconds.

With his medicinal studies, he'd also learned a lot about chemistry. He enjoyed working with chemicals, creating new remedies and elixirs. Among one of his creations was a cure for the chicken pox, which eliminated the immune systems weakness to the disease. Regarded highly by his colleagues, he was able to graduate from Harvard Medical school at the ripe age of 22.

Needless to say, Martin was a celebrated doctor, having worked in every medical field he could. From brain surgery to a childs pediatrician, he learned all that he could.

Upon his 35th birthday, Martin fell ill. Despite his incredible knowledge of medicine, he couldn't figure out what had come over him. It wasn't until one fateful night, where he slit the throat of one of his patients, that he was detained. Soon enough, unable to cope with his ramblings, he was transferred from prison to mental asylum, where he was diagnosed with severe schizophrenia.

While this wouldn't have been too difficult to deal with, there was something about him that stumped his observers. Just being near him seemed to be uncomfortable. Over the course of 10 years, the reason for this became rather evident.

While being attended to one evening, the nurse was attacked. Not by Martin, but by a chair. In his room, he had a bed, a desk, and a hardwood chair, which had become animated, and warped. Through the video footage, it was described as something out of a night mare. The chair had warped to standing on two legs, the other two curved and sharpened like blades. The nurse was torn to shreds. When found, Martin was sitting on his bed, a mad grin spread across his lips, the dead nurse laying next to an otherwise normal chair.

Barely three weeks later, Martin escaped. His names were stricken from the hospitals records, and in his wake was a path of blood.

Where he is now is unknown.

Powers
Insanity Manifestation: Upon his development of schizophrenia, Martin seemed to have woken up something sleeping inside of him. He is able to manifest the very madness in his mind in the real world, able to warp things around him to fit his own twisted visions. While this ability is restrained from function on human beings, inanimate objects are susceptible. From tap-dancing swordfish to talking bricks, if its available, he can affect it. (As a side note, this cannot be used against a persons weapons, armor, or any other possession, due to being overpowered. This ability only affects the environment and any object not considered another players own.) 6 EP

Abilities
While being an otherwise normal human being, Martin has taught himself to use a small blade proficiently. He fights with a surgical scalpel, honed and sharpened by his own madness.

Power Grid: (You have 22 points to spend on your Power Grid unless you can fly, in which case you have 20. Each stat can start at 6, not 7. 7 must be earned.)
STR:2
SPD:2
END:2
INT:6
EP:6
FS:4

Power Grid colours: Black/White

Roleplay Sample
Such a pretty girl. If only you didn't have to die.

A cold, ruthless laugh erupted from the older man. He stood against the wall, his eyes closed. Yet, he held a sadistic grin that never seemed to falter. The room was rather bare, aside from paintings lining the wall.

The girls fear was obvious. She had expected to walk into her room to go to sleep. Instead, she found herself in here, with no escape, as the door behind her was gone, replaced by a painting of the very man who was laughing. Soon, even it, and the other paintings, were laughing at her. She backed against the wall, only to feel the cool grip of hands. The painting had reached out and ensnared her. She was trapped.

The man stepped closer to her, his grey eyes gleaming in the dim room. A glint of steel in his hand betrayed a small blade. She fought against the grip holding her, though it wouldn't let loose. The laughing grew louder and louder, drowning out the sound of her own breathing. She closed her eyes, willing the nightmare to end. Instead, she felt the cold sting of metal piercing her belly. It wasn't long before she went under, dragged into the depths of death as the man toyed with her insides.

So pretty. Even in death. Sleep. This world has no place for such beauty.

Seems legit