SINFUL
NAME: Tristan Rohrbach
AGE: 23
BIRTHDAY: August 11
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION: Six foot two, shaggy black hair, dark gray eyes that are almost black, pale skin. His parents were both Korean. He had a name change when he was eighteen.
PERSONALITY: Twenty years of anger bottled up inside a rubbed raw, flayed alive shell that barely resembles a human have peaked to this horrifying and terrible creature named Tristan Rohrbach.
STRENGTHS: He kills because he can, and he can kill like no one can believe. He does not wield a sidearm and a hatchet for the looks of it. When he makes his rounds about the block looking for people on his shit list, you can bet both weapons will be equally soaked in blood. And it won't be his for the most part. He cannot remember the last time he lost a fight with someone, and he has fought and killed over five hundred people.
WEAKNESSES:
HISTORY:
It began typically with any disturbed child. When his parents were not ignoring him, they were enacting any kind of torture they thought would be most fun at the moment. That is why he never uses the word 'bored'. His parents used it frequently. "I'm bored. Let's pour boiling water on his face."
One night, he waited for his parents to be good and drunk and asleep, then went into their bed with a knife and stabbed his mother to death. After that, he panicked, dropped the knife, and fled back to his bedroom. Somehow, the cops got involved, and after a whole month of legalities and trials, his father was jailed for the murder. Tristan was fostered out, and his foster parents forced him to visit his father once a month. But he knows what the message is going to be. Every month it was the same thing.
"Soon as I'm out of here, you will wish you had killed me too."
His father got out after paying some of his contacts through the nose, and Tristan found himself back living with his old man. But from the first minute, he knew his father was going to do something to him far worse than any torture he had experienced as a child. He just knew it. He went to bed with a gun this time, one he had found stashed in the basement. His father came into his room and ordered him to get up. So Tristan rolled over and shot him four times in the stomach. Then he dragged his father down the stairs and beat him to death with the blunt side of an axe.
Since he was a minor, he was sent to juvenile hall for a couple months, put through serious therapy, had his record wiped clean, then was shoved into the system. He was eventually found by a gangster who took the kid for basic drug running. But Tristan took things to the next level. If people were the kind to rat them out or tried to underhand him because he was a kid, he killed them. He gained quite the reputation, and the gangster took him off the drug running so that he wouldn't lose business. Tristan was eventually hired by a very dirty businessman who kept him close as a bodyguard and hit man of sorts. He kills anyone his boss asks him to.
AGE: 23
BIRTHDAY: August 11
GENDER: Male
DESCRIPTION: Six foot two, shaggy black hair, dark gray eyes that are almost black, pale skin. His parents were both Korean. He had a name change when he was eighteen.
PERSONALITY: Twenty years of anger bottled up inside a rubbed raw, flayed alive shell that barely resembles a human have peaked to this horrifying and terrible creature named Tristan Rohrbach.
STRENGTHS: He kills because he can, and he can kill like no one can believe. He does not wield a sidearm and a hatchet for the looks of it. When he makes his rounds about the block looking for people on his shit list, you can bet both weapons will be equally soaked in blood. And it won't be his for the most part. He cannot remember the last time he lost a fight with someone, and he has fought and killed over five hundred people.
WEAKNESSES:
HISTORY:
It began typically with any disturbed child. When his parents were not ignoring him, they were enacting any kind of torture they thought would be most fun at the moment. That is why he never uses the word 'bored'. His parents used it frequently. "I'm bored. Let's pour boiling water on his face."
One night, he waited for his parents to be good and drunk and asleep, then went into their bed with a knife and stabbed his mother to death. After that, he panicked, dropped the knife, and fled back to his bedroom. Somehow, the cops got involved, and after a whole month of legalities and trials, his father was jailed for the murder. Tristan was fostered out, and his foster parents forced him to visit his father once a month. But he knows what the message is going to be. Every month it was the same thing.
"Soon as I'm out of here, you will wish you had killed me too."
His father got out after paying some of his contacts through the nose, and Tristan found himself back living with his old man. But from the first minute, he knew his father was going to do something to him far worse than any torture he had experienced as a child. He just knew it. He went to bed with a gun this time, one he had found stashed in the basement. His father came into his room and ordered him to get up. So Tristan rolled over and shot him four times in the stomach. Then he dragged his father down the stairs and beat him to death with the blunt side of an axe.
Since he was a minor, he was sent to juvenile hall for a couple months, put through serious therapy, had his record wiped clean, then was shoved into the system. He was eventually found by a gangster who took the kid for basic drug running. But Tristan took things to the next level. If people were the kind to rat them out or tried to underhand him because he was a kid, he killed them. He gained quite the reputation, and the gangster took him off the drug running so that he wouldn't lose business. Tristan was eventually hired by a very dirty businessman who kept him close as a bodyguard and hit man of sorts. He kills anyone his boss asks him to.