SØRENSON, todd cain

[Todd Cain Sørensen D.D.S.]

I go by (slenderman), and my time zone is (eastern). I found this site by (lurking). You can contact me (aim or pm).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Todd Cain Sørensen.

AGE:

Appears 23.
Born some years before the Battle of Marathon; died after battle.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Demon.

NATIONALITY:

European; he cannot recall specifics (knows he's part Greek/Roman).
He currently has his documents label him as German, Polish, British, Irish, and Icelandic descents.

OCCUPATION:

Dentist & Mercenary.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Todd is more on the less broad and slimmer type, but don’t let that fool you. The man is six four, muscular, and due to his size he’s more agile and quick to react. Not to mention his heightened senses can and will kick in. He has piercing blue eyes - that baby blue that almost seems unreal. His skin is more on the pale-peach kind and his hair is a mocha chocolate color; like a Hershey’s bar if you will. He has a defined jaw line, profound muscles though compared to others it may not seem like much in comparison. Overall; he’s the average Joe, maybe a little bit above average in some aspects.

CELEB CLAIM:

Michael Camiloto.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Todd here is a man of two-faces. The face that he shows the world and then there is the… Truth. Which consists of an almost evil persona. Technically the man isn’t evil, he’s just an abusive jerk. He so far kills people who should be killed for their crimes. Call him a Green Arrow that actually killed the people. Otherwise, the man doesn’t kill innocent people or those that did no wrong that deserved the death penalty. He’s very patient and can be calm for hours at a time. They say that the normal attention span of people is less than twenty minutes before the mind drifts off; which would make Todd here abnormal. He can stay focused and pay attention for hours on end. He is very protective to his ‘adoptive’ family - if you screw around with them he will break his ‘kill no innocence’ rule he has and deliver the coupe de gra on you. The man has no boundaries or morals. He will sleep before marriage, sleep with married people, kill, steal to survive… Even hit people to shut them up. Nothing holds the man back and his anger can be a problem. Though most of the time he knows better but when he’s not being watched, he lets his wrath come out. He’s stubborn, decisive, knows what he wants, goal-orientated, determined, persistent, foresees and plans ahead, and he’s a little vindictive. He can be nice and help people as well - he does get thousands upon thousands of dollars for his killing job and half of that money goes to foundations and orphanages. Though he may not ‘care’, he does want to help make the world a better place; which means helping those that need it and ridding the world of stupidity (well, more like ignorance, since some people are mentally unwell). He is a man on a high horse, though his prompt persona might be a downfall or a turn-off, get close to the man and you’ll see light… And know that he’d do anything for you.

LIKES:

Being dominate. In charge. Being right. Guns. Working out. Walking over people that get in his way (figuratively and metaphorically). Strategy games. The need for speed - as in driving over the speed limit. Getting his way. Being in bed with a woman.

DISLIKES:

Raising his voice. Wearing body armor in the summer time. Blizzards - the weather not the ice cream. Dogs. Stupid people. The price-gouging Americanized economy. Democratic anything. Old bumper stickers. Rap music; or at least music that’s loud and disrupts his concentration. Dealing with people at work.

SECRETS:

His twin brother’s crimes got him to die. Being what he is species wise is a huge secret; though people who call upon him know what he is.

FEARS:

Having his brother return somehow. Somehow dying… Slowly. Losing his adopted family.

DREAMS:

To rid the world of stupidity (as in kill the idiots), so that he could have a normal life of his own without worrying about the dangers of his job coming back to get him - so that he can retire with pride.

STRENGTHS:

Dominate. Strength itself. Strategy. Goal-orientated. Quick thinker.

WEAKNESSES:

Pride. Greed. Lust. Doesn’t know when to quit. Abusive/no morals.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

I don’t remember much because I was a newborn baby, and you know babies; they don’t remember jack crap. Maybe a scent or a face, but those memories are all faded and fogged over, you know? Though the earliest thing I did remember, was staring into the reflection. Not a mirror or metal… Or even water… But that of my twin brother. We were quite similar. Down to the same eye color, same smile… We even yawned the same. Had the same hair… And sadly, almost the same personality. My parents had to put a ribbon around my neck just to tell us apart, even as small children. We were very difficult to tell apart and it clearly showed. It was as if seeing double… Which was kind of both cool and annoying… For sometimes my ribbon got pulled off and therefore I got blamed for what my brother did… Occasionally I got praised, but that is a rarity in itself.

Life for the most part went well. When I was a little port, around five or so, my brother and I started training. My father believed it to benefit us since raids were becoming quite common in neighboring cities… Father wanted us to have a basic knowledge of the sword, the shield, the spear, the dagger, and of course, your own body. He believed starting us out at a young age would help us develop with it better and get used to it more professionally. Know what? He was right, and that ideal concept stuck with me. When I was eleven, I was pretty good with multiple variants of weapon. My strongest was the cliché shield. I also excelled in the javelin - my aim was remarkable. My brother did better with the shield and dagger combo. Block and attack. We did switch off but those were our specialties.

It wasn’t until I was around seventeen when Marathon, the place we lived in, our home, was attacked by the Persians. My father went out in battle while my mother stayed and tried to get all the children and stragglers out of the place. My brother and I would have went out to war, but instead we were stuck inside and helped people escape as well. We were the inside defense in case anything was breached. As a large group of us escaped in little clusters to Athens, I noticed a small change in my brother. Nothing but just minor… He seemed a but more dark and emotionless. I assumed that it was because he never witnessed battle before - and the thought of possibly losing our father was high. Little did I know that he saw things from the Persian’s angle. Power… Why not be under one rule? His beliefs were kept shut and shunned away; kept secret from everyone.

What happened next… It was just horrible. Though I laid with women, I never bore any children nor got too attached to carry on my father’s name. My father was still missing, though we all pretty much assumed that he died… After all it’s been years and there was no sign of him. I was twenty-three at the time and made quite a name for myself. My brother and I - extremely hard to tell us apart… The only thing that worked now was our clothing and attire. I was more of a strategist and nobleman, while my brother was more into metals. He did something horrible. My brother came home was night, hysterical. He claimed that he saw a ghost of father and was scared. I saw freight in his eyes so took him in. Though as I slept, he managed to recuperate, collect some of my belonging’s - mainly money and clothes, and snuck out of the house. Some hours after I took him into my home, people came into mine. My appearance didn’t save me… They were convinced I was my brother.

I screamed and pleaded with them that I wasn’t him! Yet they didn’t believe me. A few people saw my face - even a higher authority did. Some people were shocked at that I did. A killer… I didn’t remove the clothes I wore when my brother embraced me, so I had some blood on them that I didn’t even realize. It was dark, I was a mere human… People were shocked but were convinced I ‘turned tables’ and got evil. I was tied to rope on top of a horse who had failed it’s master in battle. Unable to fall off, they slapped the horses rear end and sent me off. For the longest time after being beaten before this, I finally opened my eyes. I was in a land I didn’t know… There were tears but a lot of rocks… My stomach ached and pained me, but I couldn’t move to get free and escape. The horse managed to find some food here and there and kept on walking aimlessly, while I starved…

It was a horrible death. Dying from starvation, being trampled on by a skittish horse in the rain from wolves, and finally being eaten alive… My life that day changed. I was in a place I wasn’t familiar with and soon felt stronger, powerful… Then I was back out on the world and not some fiery pit. I traveled the world unbeknownst what I had become. Until Alexander the Great came along, I found out my potential. I was an ‘imp’ as people called it. A creature of deceiving. I didn’t complain. I wasn’t aging and I felt great! When Cleopatra’s reign came about, I moved from Greece to Egypt around that time… It was some days after her ‘death’ that I, myself, finally died. The pain was too much for my body to take and heal and I died, once again, from blood loss and pain. Though this time I was not sent to a fiery pit. This time everything went dark even in the day time for my eyes and a man stood by me in a black hooded attire I have never seen before.

He asked me if I wanted a second chance. I told him I had one already. This man didn’t see my life as a human a life at all… I agreed and what happened next I felt so much pain. Instead of going back into that fiery pit, I was stuck in a much colder environment. Later I found it out to be Russia. The coldness was bitter to my skin and it took me a while to get back to Europe. By the time it was the nineteen hundreds and things changed. I was stuck somewhere for some time… A plane between worlds? I don’t know… But I felt more powerful than I ever did before. Though upon my travels back to Europe, the strangest thing happened. I vanished from view and reappeared by a guy standing in the middle of a crossroad. He asked me he wanted money. I told him I didn’t have any and why would I share with a stranger. Confused the man blabbered about crossroads demons and the powers they’re supposed to have. That was when that hooded man appeared once again; telling me to ‘observe’. I did and I heard what the two talked about before the man pricked his wrist and wrote down on paper his name. In five years he’d come to collect his life and thus; his soul for the riches he will receive shortly…

That was how I found out what I was… A crossroads demon. Managing to achieve falsified documents, I got on a boat and headed to America. That was where my job heightened. Almost every week I had a few ‘customers’ calling my name. It started to make he wonder about things. Shortly after, I got into a very bad scrape with another demon… Who in the end kicked my ass. Nonetheless, he saw potential in me and almost… Treated me like a son; he raised me and helped me learn the things I needed in this strange world. He was all alone; divorced with five kids who didn’t live with him. He treated me like his son and I grew attached to the man. He taught me a lot of strategy, self-defense, weaponry… I was naïve and didn’t see where this was going. An assassin; that was what he was. Hiding under the mask of a carpenter and farm hand.

As the years continued, I stayed attached to the man though we did keep our distance a lot; we were always in each other’s radar. Call it watching each other’s six. When the 1990’s hit, I started to want to blend in and be normal instead of being a shadow. So I attended school. A lot of different things before I found one that paid very, very handsomely. Dentistry school. Yeah I hate mouths, I hate saliva, I hate people, but it paid very well and so was a good cover-up with the income I obtained via my mercenary job. I got my degree though stopped going to school for a while. I, once again, got too involved in work and before I knew it, it was 2008. With a shrug, I managed to get more falsified documents and the education for my job. A year later I got my own business down Seven Mile in Essex, New Jersey. It’s the perfect cover-up… I got a lot of staff that to my job for me and a lot of customers that seem to like what I do. So life is good… So far…

FAMILY LIFE:

Mother, father, and twin brother are dead. Abel, his 'adopted father', as well as his 'children' who he is somewhat friends with, are all alive.

OTHER:

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