Jason Oblivion Knight

[Kyle Carpenter]

I. Overview
Name: Jason Oblivion Knight
Nickname: Spades
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Birthdate: Unknown Though Medical Braclet says Feb. 9
Race: Human
Marital Status: Single
Origin: Unknown
Religion: Atheist
Occupation: Drug addict/ Patient At SSMI (Seven Sins Mental institute) Pyscho or Insane.
Weapon of Choice: His hands
Preferred Method of Combat: Hand to Hand Combat


II. Family/Lineage

Mother: Lizabeth [ Dead ]
Father: Rodger [ Dead ]
Brother(s): N/a
Sister(s): N/a
Name of Spouse: N/a
Children: N/a
Extended Family: N/a

III. Physical Appearance

Hair Color: Orange - Red
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Tone: White
Height: 5' 11
Weight: 180 Lbs
Identifying Marks: Tattoo; against left shoulder solid black bat. Scars...

VIII. Misc. Information

Pets/Familiars: None
Favorite Color: Dark Colors
Hobbies: Unknown
Personality Traits: Changes.. Approach With Cation!
Fears/ Phobias: The World Around Him
Favorite Dish: Rice
Likes: Pain, Dark Places, the Few Friends he Does Have....
Dislikes: Doctors/ Nurses. Guards, Fucked up People who think there better than him.
Drug(s): All
Mental Disabilitie(s): ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder) Self inflicted pain, Behavior Disorders (When he was young).Began Killing at the age of seven when his mom and Father punished him for stealing; they were the first one’s to go.
Kill Count: 20 +

History: From the start Jason’s parents abused him in all ways they could think of, they called him different, strange, and retarded. He was only a child then being six years old, yes he was different having many problems with himself and others around him. Some of the problems are Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, and Behavior Disorder he as always had them from once he was born he hated it. His life style was horrible along with the school as well bullying him for his money making things he wouldn’t want to do, they even did the impossible, raping him in the back of one of the school portables. He couldn’t tell anyone, they wouldn’t even care about him, and the kids basically ran the playground, no adult dared to go out there while it was recess.

And when he was home, it basically the same treatment but with his parents, they were both victims of drugs and alcohol. He only wanted to be a kid and have fun, with out friends and then family he would soon forget about them, he hated this current living situation. He took on there drug habits at the age of eleven when he found some in their room, it was a power white substance sniffing it, which it had no smell but through his own nostrils. He could feel the pain he had from the stuff, within his throat tasted like rubber bands nasty he thought “How could they take this?” he said to himself. Searching more he found more of their own drugs, hiding them in his own room, they only found out and beat him until he gave them back up. How sad is that? How he lived, living in the suburbs of La. As he came home the school had called him for beating a kid up, who said he bullied him for his money, and then molested as well. His father was his only one home at the time; he only socked him until his mother gotten home.

Telling her was even more punishment, he actions told it all, killing his father as he read the newspaper. The weapon of choice was a steak knife how he did it was in seconds going straight at him the knife ripping through the paper, soon after into his chest and dip inside his heart. He loved that feeling on what he just did, he felt like he released the pressure from his own chest. He left the knife within his father’s chest until his mother had gotten home; he sat on the couch watching television about an hour later he heard his mother step into the house yelling already. He got up and walked away into the kitchen where he grabbed another knife bigger one this time, he had this look on his face his eyes were narrowed towards her. Growling softly “This is for all the times you beat me!” yelling out, he rushed her way, her back turned to him. He tripped over, the blade piercing her inner thigh.

Blood started to rush out since it was a vital spot on a human body, standing back up he laughed at her. Once again he pierced her own skin with the knife this time against her chest and stomach multiple times in a row. Killing her instantly…now he needed to think about the kids at his own school how to get back at them, then he remember his fathers hand gun he always had in his room. A bullet to their heads that was the only way they could be punished, a silencer was made from an ordinary plastic bottle which fit over the tip of the muzzle. This is truly when he had started his drug addict at the age of eleven, shoving the gun within his pants the next day at school, he was vicious towards them. The bully’s only beat him; he now knew that was it within his mind he wanted to be in control of everyone else. A look against his face staring into the eyes of the bully, the gun pointed against his face, a small laugh escaped his mouth.

“Who’s scared now!” he said softly, cocking it back, he only pulled the trigger a loud bang could be herd from all over then another and another. Three were dead behind the portables, finally they were gone he was in charge of this area. Tucking the gun back in he walked out in the open blood against his face and clothes, he cut his wrists, hands, and what ever making it look like an accident. That’s when he started to inflict his own pain against his; he loved the feeling of the razor blade against his own skin, tearing away his skin as the warm blood ran down his arm. Recess was over, slowly stumbling into the class room his teacher was stunned as she saw him like that, covered in blood he was surprised that she even cared about him, she called the main office and they called 911. Rushing over they saw him treated him slightly and more on the way to the hospital, they found the hand gun within his pants.

They already knew what he did from as they gotten to the hospital they called the cops, seeing this was wrong. He was only a sixth grader he was on the verge of dyeing, he already lost a lot of blood they were treating him as fast as they could. Calling his own house which no one answered, a smirk only crossed his face as they told him “That’s what them bitches get!” he said soon after closed his eyes as he fell asleep. Later he soon woke him on several machines; they found some guardians to watch over him along with his parents he hadn’t talked to any of his family members in a long time, which turned him against them. “I killed them” he mumbled out to them after that a soft laugh escaped his mouth wanting to be away safe and sound away from all of this bull shit.

Finally he got his wish they had sent him to the High Tides Mental Asylum, his been there ever since. He considered dangerous to all that approach him, and if he does grew a liking to you consider your self special. He is now twenty already being there for nine years, he’s gotten a rep there of the school bully’s like his own school. They tried to help him but it ended up like all the rest unsuccessful due to his behavior of sorts, now one would try to help him at this rate leaving him there in the place would be the best thing to do at the moment.