"I am The Frowning Man"
Name:
Lucian Voglari
Age:
22
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Diagnosed with depression, I have always been sad. My psychology was once thrown into the abyss, the darkest depths of my mind, and since then, I have never been the same before. My inclination towards suicide is dormant, as through the years from my adolescence into my adulthood, I tamed these emotions. Now, I feel neither happiness nor anger; the extremities of my passions diminished along with my empathy. Emptiness and sadness are all I feel and that will never change. Despite my never changing nature, I am quite calculative and I don’t give two thoughts if you die. In fact, just die.
Appearance:
I stand at an even six feet and my body is conditioned and toned, but I am not bulky. As you may infer from my name, I am an Italian with a natural tanned skin. My face is quite handsome, sharp and composed, and all of the features symmetrical. I have wavy, dark brown hair, its length to the neck, the sides covering half of my ears, and the front that rests above the eyes, sharpening its boundaries. My eyes are black. But the most distinct feature is my frown, as I it fits my sobriquet.
Weapon of Choice:
I hate the sun so I developed a weapon that is basically a hybrid between an umbrella and a lance. The weapon at its basic form resembles a long, black umbrella; the body is six feet long and the handle is two. The eight ribs of the umbrella can bend for a regular curvature shape, resembling an umbrella for shielding, or become rigid, like a lance, for a deadlier thrusting force. This is determined by twisting the bottom portion of the handle through a wiring mechanism that controls the stretcher. The prevents of the umbrella are also pliable and are made out of an alloy that can block bullets. They can sustain the force and vibration of a number of bullets by dissipating the energy within the runner, but consistent barrage will shatter them. Replacing the ferrule placed at the end of an ordinary umbrella is a sharp cone-shaped lance-head. The weapon itself is mainly used to thrust for piercing capabilities, but I can swing to crush objects breakable. For a more cutting edge, the eight ribs are thin sawed blades that are only noticeable close up. I conceal the weapon in a cloth case.
Secondary Weapon:
All killers these days seem to carry a handgun, which I find efficient and proper as a secondary weapon. I possess a custom made Beretta I picked up after killing a don. Can’t seem to figure out which model it was derived from, but it does carry 10 rounds per magazine.
Why are you here:
The frowning man does not care whether who dies or who lives for now. The ideals of the Laughing Man were compelling. If human beings are subject to fall into their own chaotic abyss, might as well cut their suffering now. And let's see where this all leads to...