LYNCH, Jack [Approved]

[Jack Lynch]

Wrath

"And wrath has left its scar -- that fire of hell
Has left its frightful scar upon my soul."

You're Such an Inspiration for the Ways

name: LYNCH, Jack
age: 35
orientation: Straight
gender: Male
species: incarnation of Wrath.

That I Will Never Ever Choose to Be

build: Average
height: 6'4"
weight: 174 lbs
eye color: Green
hair color: Black
appearance: Jack is a man who seems to tower over everyone. Naturally, he uses his height to his advantage as an intimidating factor. Unlike most outrageously tall people, his weight is proportioned to his height. His curly black hair is usually disheveled, and he doesn’t shave often. There’s a strange glint in his green eyes that only hints at the madness lying beneath the surface. In a bizarre contrast, his clothing is usually impeccable. He always wears expensive suits, and he keeps them pressed and stainless, despite his choice of occupation.
face claim: Ed Quinn

Oh So Many Ways for Me to Show You

personality: Any psychology major studying personality disorders would love to have Jack as a subject. He’s sadistic, paranoid, schizoid, dissocial, emotionally unstable, and somewhat obsessive-compulsive. He regularly acts on impulse, and doesn’t give a shit who gets hurt in the process. As a matter of fact, he goes out of his way to cause others as much pain as he possibly can. On the surface, he’s cold and unfeeling, but underneath, his emotions are volatile and constantly on the verge of erupting. In short, he’s just one of those people who wants to watch the world burn.
strengths:
-He has connections to various big-time criminals and the mob.
-He's incapable of forming emotional attachments to others.
-He isn't somebody whose shit-list you want to be on.
-He's intelligent.
-He's got the intimidation factor in his favor.
weaknesses:
-As his sin implies, he holds very long grudges over trivial matters.
-He's human and has all of a human's fragility.
-He has absolutely no ability to control his emotions, and a very limited ability to control his actions.
-His lack of emotional attachments leads to his having no friends.
-Leaving clues to his identity for the police can eventually get him caught.
fun facts: Whenever he kills someone, he puts coins over his victims' eyes.

history: Jack was born in Dalkey, Dublin County in Ireland. His father ran a local pub, while his mother made a living as a doctor. He was the youngest sibling, with one older brother, and his parents adored him; more than they did his brother, who had pretty much messed his life up. Unfortunately, this rubbed Peter, his brother, the wrong way.

Peter had done horribly in school, and as a result, dropped out at the age of sixteen and joined a gang. This didn’t bother Jack at all, until the day that Peter, with the help of said gang, killed his parents. In an act of revenge, Jack tortured and strangled Peter, and buried the body on the outskirts of town. Afterwards, Jack’s uncle living in New York had taken him in.

From a young age, Jack had found a morbid gratification in harming others. He’d started out with small animals, but after he’d killed Peter, he moved on to humans. Most of the time, his mind was occupied with new and interesting forms of torture, and he couldn’t wait to try them out on live subjects.

When his uncle, who’d been in deep with the mob, was killed, they welcomed Jack with open arms. He soon thereafter became a hit man, and exercised his talents wherever and on whoever the mob boss wanted him to. He didn’t care; his new profession let him do what he loved, and paid him well for it.

How Your Savior Has Abandoned You

name: Ash
age: 18
experience: About 2 weeks
password: Admin edit
sample: Jack stared in fascination at the bawling woman that sat before him, his mind already mapping out what he would do to her. He was an artist, and her body was his canvas. Agony was his paint.

First the fingernails, he thought. Yes, that was just the thing. He calmly reached over to the stool on which his instruments sat, selecting a pair of pliers. Unlocking them with a quick squeeze, he stretched over to the woman’s fingers, seizing them in his left hand. Of course, the woman struggled. In irritation, he shifted the pliers enough to free his fingertips, and then snatched her chin roughly, forcing her to return his stare. “Don’t move,” he said bluntly. “I’ll make it worse for you if you do.”

“Please,” she begged frantically. “Don’t do this. Whatever they’re paying you, I’ll pay you double. Triple, even.”

Jack sighed, tilting her head to one side. “You don’t seem to understand me. The money doesn’t matter to me. I do this because it’s fun.” With that, he dropped her chin and went back to work. Before long, she was telling him what he needed to know. But he didn’t care. He wanted to see her suffer more.

When he finally got bored, he killed her. And then, settling a coin over each of her eyes, he left, whistling tunelessly on his way out.