'How do you keep an idiot in suspense? Hmm... you don't know? How do you keep an idiot in suspense? Heh...'

BAŠI

[Full, Official Name ~ Elliot O'Hara.
Nickname/Alias ~ There are little people in the world whom have gotten close to Elliot and lived to tell the tale, and so he has no given nicknames. Except, perhaps, when his mother used to call him 'Ellie' at a very young age; now though, he sees the nickname 'Ellie' as a mock.
Specie ~ Human.
Years of Age ~ It may not appear so, but Elliot is in fact only sixteen.
Gender of Choice ~ Male.
Biological Sex ~ Male.
Sexuality ~ Elliot doesn't fit into the different labels given by society, he's not homosexual, heterosexual, or bisexual. Elliot is just, well, Elliot. His thoughts on sexual activities are basic, for his only knowledge on sex is that it is for reproductive purposes, rather than pleasure. Thus, he tends to steer away from... sexual torture. Elliot is still a virgin. ]

PERSONALI

[Personality ~ One word can be used to describe Elliot - deranged. He is only a young, technical child, but his upbringing (if it can be called that) was enough to drive him into complete, and utter, insanity. Upon a first impression, he may not seem like an overly threatening character as he is particularly small in height, and weight. He looks to be far younger than he actually is, and, he uses this greatly to his advantage. He draws perverted men and women in whom are attracted to his childish persona, and of course, he kills them. This can be described as justified, and reasonable, though. The one thing that should be remembered about Elliot is that he is in no way reasonable. He would slaughter a person ranging from a newborn, to an elder on their deathbed. He is merciless, cruel, and manipulative. His thirst for blood is higher than it ever has been before, his killings... are slowly becoming more vivid, more vulgar, but also more sloppy. He is no longer as careful as he used to be, and now, leaves quite the painted picture of blood, splattered across his victim's walls.
Abilities ~ none of the fantasy sort ~
Birthplace ~ He was born on the couch of his parent's home, technically, his birth almost did kill his mother. It is best to not imagine what would of happened to him if she died because of him.
Birthdate ~ Elliot's birthday was never celebrated. He doesn't know when he was born.
Past Occupancy ~ Multiple abusive homes - from his parents, to his uncle, to a basement, Truthfully, the basement gave him some kind of salvation.
Current Occupancy ~ Anywhere in which he finds himself, usually, sat next to a fresh kill whilst writing down all the sick and twisted things he has done to the lifeless body in his journal. His journal, is a one-way, most probably regrettable, path to his mind. ]

DEHRA

[Humane Appearance ~ Naturally, over the years, Elliot's hair (being the colour of a murder of crows) has grown to an excessively long length. He usually messily scrapes it up into a ponytail, though, certain parts of his hair are shorter than others and so fall forward and cover his face despite his best attempts to clear it. His lifestyle has left him short at the height of barely five foot four, skinny due to a lack of food, and pale because the food he did receive, was not filled with the nutrients he needed to remain healthy. He has... strange eyes, their colour is almost indescribable for when glancing into them, most sane people are captivated with almost fear. They're filled with something that seems to set off human's fight or flight mode, and flood them with adrenaline, thus, making them rather nervous indeed, without even having to lift a finger and physically harm them, they are already partially under his control.
Shifted Appearance ~ none of the fantasy sort ~ Elliot's 'shifted' appearance is not like that of a werewolf or vampire, but more so the dramatic change that undergoes from his seemingly innocent facade, to his true, devilish face. His hair is allowed to hang and his lips part to reveal the fang-like teeth that adapted during his time in his uncle's cellar. A dark hood is usually worn over his head, and almost ritually, he will paint the blood of his victim's upon his lips as if it is makeup. In a way, it is.
Judging a Book by its Cover ~ To those with an observant eye, Elliot quite clearly has a fake happiness clouding him and everything he does. He smiles, as, nobody wants to listen to him talk about his haunting demons. No, see... he only expresses his troubles to corpses. He speaks to people, after he has killed them. Truthfully, there is no salvation for Elliot. ]

AKATAR PROFONDA

[Background ~ Ranging from his parent's to his house, to his Uncle's basement.
Backstory ~ Elliot's life has been a mixture of disturbing, and twisted events. Up until the age of two or so, he lived with his parents. His father abused his mother in ways too upsetting to mention, and too vulgar for the eyes of a toddler to see; for at this age, Elliot could not understand what his father was doing to his beloved mother, and why she was crying. He, at an early age, had the belief that abuse was normal. Now, after those two horrendous years of existing, his father ended up in prison after killing his mother. Elliot was sent to live his father's brother - his dirty, foul-smelling uncle. He was a burden to his uncle, however was raised in conditions that could be called suitable.
It would be two years later, and Elliot would be a bouncing little child, dressed in his uniform, and incredibly excited for his first day of school. However... as he trotted down the stairs and into the kitchen like he so often did for breakfast, he was met by blackness as his uncle's drunken fist would swing down across his cheek, and knock him out. He later would awaken in what he assumed to be the basement. It was dark, and damp, and also, had the stench of rotting leaves. His face stung, and he could feel something dripping down his cheek. He hoped it was blood. He moved to sit up, but, his wrists would be caught in chains and he instead would be pulled back down, onto the cold floor.
Solitude was all Elliot knew for the next ten or so years. He remained in the pitch black basement which, after time, was scuttling with rats that nibble at his toes and tore the shreds of whatever clothing he had left from his body. was rarely fed, and so, he was weak, pale, and skinny... he... was famished, his throat was dry and his stomach curdling with a sickness. He /had/ to. It would be five or so years into his lonesome, and as a rat would continue on past him, he would reach out to grab hold of it, and, squeeze its head so tightly that he crushed its skull. Eating felt good, but killing that rodent, felt even better.
He wore a smile on his face for the first time in what seemed like years. Solitude had rubbed off on Elliot - he had had no human interaction, and only had his mind to entertain himself. His mind frequently went back to his scarring years as a toddler, those memories... they broke him. Slowly, the rats in the cellar slowly began to disappear as he slaughtered them in an array of different kinds. Some, he choked. Others, he pierced with his sharp teeth, or uncut nails. He enjoyed torturing them, it brought him some kind of sadistic joy.
Elliot was not born crazy, of course, no human is. His insanity was created from the aftermath of his neglect. It wouldn't be until eleven years after he was first knocked out that he would be discovered - his uncle would have died, and the house was being searched. Elliot was found and unchained. His rescuers, were the first two people he murdered.
Known Family ~ All are deceased. Truthfully, he misses none of them. They all wronged him, and they all got what they deserved.
Likings ~ His story can be described as rather sad, and his killings can be looked from the point of view that he is getting revenge on the world; for what it did to him, and what it put him through. Karma, really. He adores his own creative ways of punishing beings, but also is quite partial to having pain inflicted on himself. He loves to play as a submissive little boy, act along to older men, or women's fantasies, and then... slaughter them as they're about to take his virginity for their own disgusting pleasures. The look on their face as they pass away grants him with a feeling sexual engagements can not.
Dislikes ~ Elliot despises of bright lights, given how long he has spent inside. In his newfound freedom, he rarely ventures outdoors during the daytime, and only strikes within the comforts of the night. That said, though, he doesn't own a home. He hops around, living in his victim's homes for a day or two, before fleeing when the time for the body to be found is revealed. Other than that, nothing really irritates him.
Time-Passing ~ Guess.
Love-Life ~ He doesn't engage in love; he doesn't believe it exists, frankly. ]