Essex
"Oh, did I hurt you?"
Strength:Drained of compassion and humanity, Essex�s thoughts have certain clarity that make him more calculating, focused, and determined than most he is matched against.
Weakness:The darkness infused in him marks him, and he is recognizably evil in almost every way even from a distance. His actions have also left him abandoned by the other Darklings. He cannot hide, he has no one to turn to, and is forced to run eternally.
Statistics:
Zodiac: Scorpio
Nature: Monstor
Demeanor: Sadist
Age: 26
Height: 5'9"
weight: 178 lbs
Birthday: November 7,
Mentor: none
Key Moment:It didn�t take more than a moment to know what he had to do. His orders were clear: retrieve the child. Foolishly the witches had left the babe in the arms of one, lone, incompetent fool. Essex could feel the dread looming off of that guard; he fed on it. Essex contemplated the darkness that would soon drown the guard�s consciousness; the darkness compacted within his hand. Sulfur lined the dimensional gate Essex used to transcend the space between them. In an instant he was standing only a foot behind the oblivious guard. A pitch was all that he needed to disassociate himself from his magic. The guard fell. Essex lunged like a hungry tiger. The commotion had stirred the witches, and they watched in horror as Essex, looming over the child, their hope, swept it into his arms, and faded into the darkness of their dread.
About Essex:Sadism is so infused into every fiber of Essex that his motives are almost charmingly simple. Why would Essex tear off the wings of a fly? To hear them rip? To see the fly walking around, no doubt confused by its sudden incapacitation? Perhaps, Essex knows that a fly has a memory of no more than 2 seconds, and will come to realize its pain over and over again for all of its life. Is Essex selfish? If selfishness requires one to choose self over others, than no; Essex doesn�t even consider others enough to have to choose. He likes pain, deterioration, the scraping sound of nails dragged across a chalkboard. Best of all, imagination is not lost on him. His scheming mind is always alive and thriving, scouring the collective emotions of those around him for any weakness to rip and tear and scratch. He doesn�t want blood. He doesn�t want screams. He wants to deliver the most basic emotion: fear.
The Others:
Alaina: "Ever fall in love?"
Athena: "Lets try this again. I blow up your house, you lay in a crumpled corner, and I tap your body using a garden house, a spoon, and an aquarium pump."
Ben: "You want your throne back you can take it. Over my dead body! Ha Ha Ha."
Gwen: "I'd let her live, only so that she could watch it over and over again. He he he"
Ivy: "I think I'll do something very nasty to her with her with her own gun."
Jade: "I will take a set of pliers to each and every scale, prying them out of their bloody sockets until Jade has been skinned like a fish. Then like the Chinese delicacy, into a vat of boiling oil to be eaten alive! "
Priest:"Holy men should be crucified. Ha ha ha, crucifiction!"