SCHNYDER, roy

[Roy Schnyder]

I go by (razek), and my time zone is (central). I found this site by (been here). You can contact me (aim: razek00 and PM).

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

NAME:

Roy Schnyder.

AGE:

21.

GENDER:

male.

SEXUALITY:

Straight

SPECIES:

Was born a gifted human, revived by a necromancer and turned a demon.

NATIONALITY:

American?

OCCUPATION:

Unemployed.

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

APPEARANCE:

Roy appears to be an emotionless, cold blooded individual with icy-blue eyes that seem to hold no life. He has really light blond hair, the boy could come across as albino. His hair is semi-long, messy and he is usually seen wearing all white or grey clothing. He has a nice toned body but not much for he rarely every relies on his muscles to get anything done. There is always a cold, dark aura to him, a soul that is not at peace. With him you'll always see Quantum his white hawk, and soul vessel. He will go nowhere without him and people seem oddly complacent to him bringing him wherever he goes... it's not like they can reject mental manipulation. He is always impeccably clean and well dressed. His hands are full of scars from his early years.

CELEB CLAIM:

Evan Peters.

`taste the blood, taste your fate s

wallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

After his murder, his heart got filled with rage, hatred, anger, grudge, evilness…malice. His mind growing even more powerful, more dangerous… Roy is not your normal creature; he is deadly smart; he could solve problems only few creatures would be able to. He seems to be emotionless, rarely showing any sort of feeling at all, but he is not, that heart of his, is still beating. A little care, a little love could be enough for him to treat you right and care for you as well… he was murdered as a baby… inside of him… all he wants to be accepted, loved and cared for. After the way he was killed…Roy holds an incredible amount of hatred for the living creatures… he would kill and torture them without a second thought about it and would even enjoy their pain. He doesn’t care if they are guilty or innocent, evil or good… did someone care if he was evil or good? No… they murdered him anyway! So may everyone else pay for what they did to him… His one goal was to find that town in which he was killed… find his parents… find that wretched priest! …and kill them… kill them all… just like they did to him… After that was done, after eradicating that small village, he finds himself with no real purpose in this life. Cursed to wander the shadows. That priest is nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found... ah but he will find him, and he will not leave this world until he does and drag him to hell with him. Now, after being turned into a soul-less demon…after all the hatred and malice inside of him… he has become a murderer… a sadist… killing and causing pain for mere fun. They all laughed… they all smiled… they were all happy to get rid of him…now it’s his turn to get his revenge.

“Your broken so am I, I’m better off alone! No one to turn to and, Nothing to call my own. Outspoken, so am I! Explosive words that, Your world wouldn’t understand, Turn away again You're beaten, so am I! I’ve got a heart of stone! No medication can cure what has taken hold. You're hurting, so will I, When I awake and remember, Why I've been running from your World, dishonored by your world, Your world, I’m haunted by your world.My blood is cold as ice, Or so I have been told, Show no emotion, And it can destroy your soul, Another sacrifice, to a tormentor, Your world wouldn't understand. Turn away again! You're angered, so am I! A thousand fires burn! A land of darkness from which I cannot return! You're aching, so will I. When I awake and discover that, I’ve been damaged by your World, dishonored by your world Your world, I’m haunted by your world.You surround yourself with Feeding off the pain and misfortune of others, A maniacal breed of sub-human parasites, Thrown into a feeding frenzy, With the smell of fresh blood. Open your eyes and see the creatures for what they are, A swirling mass of hatred and envy, And do not be naïve enough to think you are unaffected, The conversion has already begun.You're frightened, so am I! A world of demons wait, Watching our movements and, Filling my heart with hate, You're burning, so will I When I awake and discover, How I’ve been ravaged by your, World, dishonored by your world. Your world, I’m haunted by your world!” Roy.
Haunted-Disturbed..

LIKES:

Blood, Pain. The thrill of the kill. the color white. computers. books. information. animals. darkness. solving problems. complex coding. a mental challenge. reading. the full moon. milk. apples. gambling.

DISLIKES:

Crowded placed. people. being dirty. liars. when people openly show fear towards him when he has done nothing to cause it. churches. priests. nuns. anything 'holy', religion, mangos, foul odors. being hot. anything too noisy. fire.

SECRETS:

He was murdered when he was a baby but inside, very deep inside, too deep inside, he is still a tender soul.

FEARS:

Not being able to find the priest that killed him and leaving this world without accomplishing what he wants. emotions. opening up to anyone.

DREAMS:

Leaving this miserable world behind once he is done with his mission.

STRENGTHS:

His mind. Deadly smart, genius category. His mind has developed strong psychic abilities that grow in strength as he grows of age. Telepathy. Telekinesis. apportation. mediumship.

WEAKNESSES:

If Quantum is killed, so is he. If he happens to be blind folded, his psionics can't come into effect. babies. empathy for the rejects of society. his own inner rage is a weakness.

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

HISTORY:

At a full moon night… Roy was born in highly religious rural town in North Carolina and they very devoted community to Grolier their priest. Everyone in town believed he was a living Saint man, little did they know he was a demonology fanatic. Debora disliked her colorless son… he was an albino kid! However they took care of him, dressed him and fed him. Roy adored them! Even if they were cold toward him, heartless and distant, he still loved his parents and wanted to show them how much he really loved them! Roy used to be a happy boy, giggling, smiling and cheerful all the time. But Debora and Charles didn’t like their son…they could tell there was something odd about him. He didn't behave like a normal baby. Despise Roy’s beauty and cuteness, the fact that he was different… disturbed them…annoyed them! Enraged them... They couldn’t see they were so wrong.

At 5 months, Roy started showing signs of power…and highly developed intelligence. He seemed way more alert and conscious than a normal baby and he didn't cry or throw tantrums like most either. He was a happy, smiley baby and all he wanted to do was show his parents his love.  However, all of his efforts only made Debora and Charles get more distant from the kid “why can’t we have a normal baby” they thought. They were cruel and cold toward Roy… but they still took care of him. For Roy… their rejection, their disapproval and hatred… hurt more than anything else. He was a gifted little human, but it felt like a curse. They didn't even want to touch him, they fed him and changed his clothes, cleaned him and took care of him in his crib. He was never held, hugged, or taken out of it, only to be bathed. They never spoke to him…even though Roy giggled and smiled happily at them. Even hugged their hands and arms whenever they touched him while he was in his crib…but they always stared coldly at him…and pulled back… They didn’t need to say anything…Roy could read their minds…something they did not know about. When Roy became 6 months old…his brain was even more powerful. Now he could speak in someone else’s mind…and it happened like this: “Mommy! Daddy!” Roy spoke happily as they stared down at him in the crib. His first words.  

–Roy?- Debora spoke, her face turning pale in fear. “Yes, yes! Mommy! Hug?” He said raising his arms and wiggling happily in his crib. He wanted to feel what it was to be hugged, embraced, and loved. “Mommy!” He said with a little but joyful smile. Ah finally! He could speak! “Daddy!” He said with a giggle, but they only stared at him as if he was a monster. “I…” Roy’s smile dimmed down when he started reading their minds. “No no!” He cried, sitting up and stretching his arms to hold his parent’s hands that were on the hand rail of the crib. -No!- Charles screamed, pulling back his wife. –This kid is dangerous!- “No! no!” Roy cried.-Saint Grolier must see him…- Debora said scared. –I agree…but it’s late.- Roy stared at them through teary eyes. “Mommy…Daddy..” –Shut up devil!- -Shut up!- His parents screamed terrorized. “Please…” Roy begged. “Mommy…” Charles screamed at him. –Enough devil! Shut up!-. The poor baby cried.. –Charles…let’s take him now…we have hidden him for too long…- They were embarrassed of their son…but now that they were scared of him…they couldn’t hide Roy any longer. –Yes. Prepare the baby…I am getting the car.- Charles left the room and Debora approached Roy slowly and nervously.

Roy was dressed in white as it was common. Debora stared down at him. –Sit down.- Roy stared at her through depressed, saddened and pain filled eyes. Slowly he sat up and stared up at her, Debora was avoiding eye contact. “No...” Roy cried. Debora screamed. –I don’t want to hear you! Please!- “Please Mommy!” He cried, raising his arms, scared. –No!- She snatched a bandage and wrapped it around Roy’s mouth. “Stop…” He cried, begged. Debora screamed and pulled back when she noticed he wasn’t using his mouth to speak. “Please…mommy…” –Shut up!- She ran out of the room. . Roy slowly kneeled and leaned on the crib’s hand rail, staring at the door. Looking around Roy noticed a bunch of white roses on a table. He raised his hand and the roses started moving, floating without him touching them. Telekinesis. He made them float closer to the door so when they returned, they could see them. However, things didn’t go as Roy would have wanted them to.

When they entered Debora screamed and Charles hit the flowers with his hands, terrified. “Mommy! Daddy!” Roy cried, scared, hurt. –Get him!- Charles exclaimed. Debora rushed to Roy, picked him up and placed him in a box, closing it. Roy curled in a little ball of misery, covering his face with his tiny chubby hands as he cried. “No...please...” –Make him shut up!- Charles picked the box and shook it. “NO!” Roy cried. –Then shut up!- Debora held the box and Charles drove to the little town's cathedral. Roy stayed quiet, crying. He knew what would happen; they were taking him to Priest Grolier…but then? What was going to happen to him? Debora and Charles entered the cathedral around midnight and asked one of the nuns to call Grolier. –He is sleeping right now…it’s late.- -Please…it’s an emergency… I think we are dealing with something unholy…- -Oh well well…then…I’ll tell him.- -Thank you.-

After some moments a grown up man dressed in black appeared in the cathedral, walking down the main aisle. –Dear sons…what bring you here so late at night.- Charles and Debora kissed the priest’s hand. –Dear Father… we want you to see our son… - -Why so my dear?- -Please father… just look at him…- -Alright, alright… show me the kid…- -He is dangerous father…I think he…- The priest raised a brow. –Oh… bring him to the Altar then… place him there.- They walked to the main altar, opened the box and sat Roy on there. The poor baby was still crying, slowly he looked around and stared at the eyes of the Priest with his own pale blue ones. –Odd…child…- He said approaching him. “Please…stop…” The priest’s eyes opened wide. -Holy Spirit!- He pulled back. Roy stared at him and his eyes opened wide. “NO!” Roy exclaimed as he read more and more of his lies. “No! No!” This priest…this priest was no priest! “You are no priest! You liar! You! ” Grolier was paralyzed. –He is reading my mind! He is temping me into darkness! This kid is the son of the Devil!- Debora and Charles were scared. –What should we do, Father?!- “Am not! Please! I beg...” –This kid must be vanished! We must slay him and send him back to hell! From where he came from!-Soon many priests and nuns were gathered around, singing holy songs in melancholic yet terrorizing tunes.

Roy started crying, scared to no extent. “Stop!” –Burn Devil!- Oil was poured on the altar and on Roy and it was set on fire. Roy screamed and cried, protecting himself with his own telekinesis. He couldn’t concentrate in anything else! He was struggling to survive! He was losing control! All the statues and candles were floating around now, thanks to his telekinesis, and weird symbols were being written all on their own on the Cathedral’s D*mned walls. -This is the devil’s son! Go back to hell! Leave us alone!- Grolier screamed, hitting Roy’s telekinetic protection over and over again with a heavy staff. Roy was crying, non stop. “Mommy! Daddy! Heeeeelp! Please!” He screamed, begging for help. –Go away Roy! Leave us alone!- -Die! Die devil!- They didn’t want him! But why!? He has been good all the way! His energy was decreasing; he couldn’t hold that protection for longer. The choir was still singing, the statues were being shattered and destroyed, just like the windows, and the symbols kept of being written on every surface. Bang! Roy screamed when his protection was shattered, his eyes were white and there was blue smoke swirling around them and around his hands from the immense struggle he was going through to keep using his powers.

The symbols, the statues, the candles, the singing…he couldn’t control himself any longer! The fire started burning his clothes, his skin. The baby wriggled and screamed, trying to get away from the fire. –Hold him down!- Grolier screamed. Debora held the baby down as Grolier craved a cross mark on his forehead. – Leave I say! Go back to the shadows!- Roy screamed as the blade pierces his skin and carved into his skull. This was all too much! Desperate Charles grabbed a knife and stabbed the baby's chest. Roy’s eyes opened wide. “Daddy!!!!!” He screamed in pain. “Mommyyyy!” The baby screamed, the statues exploding, the fire of the candles growing like wild fires, and the symbols were getting bigger. The priest made a slice from temple to temple, blinding the baby. –I d*mn those eyes!- Grolier spoke. –Die you devil! Return from the hell you’ve come!- And with that… his body wiggled in its last seconds of life. “Mommmyyyyyy, Dadddyyyyyyyyyyyy…” But no one would help… they tortured him! Betrayed him! Murdered him! And then… he died… Before the corpse could turn to ashes, he was put back in the box where his parents took him to the cathedral and threw him into the river as a symbol of purification. The box carried the massacred baby for miles… but little did they know… that Roy was going to come back… and have his revenge.

Roy was dragged down the river and the amount of negative energy accumulated in such a little creature attracted a powerful dark Necromancer, of name Kane. The aura of the little baby was something he had never felt before... He had never seen anything close to the murder the little one went through... Exorcised? But he felt no demonic presence in this child. Kane brought Roy back to life using Roy's own dark energy and his own unholy spells. The child was brought back to life as a demon. He rescued his soul before it was taken away and turned it into the shape of a hawk. If the hawk gets hurt, or is to die, so will Roy. Kane lived alone, in a small cottage in West Virginia, away from everything and everyone. For the first years as a demon, Roy remained under Kane's roof. The baby would not allow to be taken care of or even approached by the Necromancer. Kane could only watch the child getting stronger and stronger. The day he tried to force Roy into being his servant, was the day Kane took his last breath. Murdered by a child only a couple of years old...He took Kane's home as his own for a while and then Roy began roaming the land killing for the mere sake of it and trying to find his murderers... As he traveled the land, every cathedral or temple on his way gets marked by those symbols only he can understand... He stays wherever the night falls, a wandering lonely creature. Soon enough he left the rural areas and encountered the first city, Pittsburgh.

A mute child, with mental prowess like no other. He devoured information like no other and quickly learned the ways of the world on his own. He found a special interest in the world of coding and technology, finding that only artificial intelligence could match his. He quickly learned about the strongest power that ruled society: money. Money came to him easy, becoming a professional hacker was little challenge to him. As soon as he turned 21 he learned to gamble, and when you can read people's mind, winning comes easy and in rewards come in large amounts. But wealth brought little to no happiness to Roy, nothing did. But he did have one goal in life: finding his village, his parents and Grolier. Finding his village was not an easy task, it was so small it didn't even make it to any data base he could access. But soon enough he found it, and he got rid of the entire thing...including those who brought him to this world. But something was missing...Grolier was nowhere to be found. That f**king priest... Through his travel he has made a name for himself, the gifted, mute young man. But Roy could care less for fame. Wondering...Roy made it to Essex, where he currently resides, trying to track down that snake of a priest. Alone, as always, with nothing but Quantum as his companion. All he needs is to find him, slay him... and then he can leave this miserable world forever...

FAMILY LIFE:

Debora Schnyder - Dead
Charles Schnyder - Dead.

OTHER:

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