Mr. Dakuma always knew he wasn't normal. He just didn't know how he wasn't normal.
Background[]
Mr. Dakuma was an orphan in the city of Accident, Maryland.
How fitting. His mother was only 14 when she had him, and his father was unknown. All the kids avoided him, for multiple reasons. He looked like a zombie, what with his frail body, and sunken eyes. He never had a first set name. He would never play with the other kids outside, he would just sit at the porch and write. Oh, no one knew how he could write or read. He was forming sentences with longer words than most adults at the age of 4. Mr. Dakuma started calligraphy at 10, perfecting it at 12. He could probably beat just about everyone in the city at poker at the age of 14 (key word, probably. Who would challenge a 14 year old freak?). The orphanage didn't care enough to get him to a psychiatrist, even though he had plenty of signs of Autism (on the higher spectrum, may I specify). Mostly because the place was overcrowded, and it's impossible to care for all 230.
Most of his teens were spent writing mini books, and reading Anatomy textbooks that were 15 years old. When he turned 18, he gladly left, his first stop being the public library. There he read, and read, for hours. Till it was late at night and he had no choice but to leave. At his small apartment, that the Orphanage had rented via a program, he immediately knew what he wanted to be. An author.
Mr. Dakuma wrote mostly mystery and murder, his books were his life. He found a publisher, and after months of waiting, his first book was out. It was called "The Mirror Man" , about how your reflections would come out at night, and frame you for evil deeds. It was a hit! He moved out of his home, and got an actual house in the mountains of Virginia. He started writing more and more, novels getting in done in hours. His quality of writing went down, popularity took a dive. Alcohol consumed his life, along with popular horror characters. If he wasn't a zombie before, he was one now.
On a Winter night, he heard a knock on his door. There was a homeless woman and her child, obviously seeking shelter. Mr. Dakuma let them in, shutting and locking the door. Everything was fine. "Say, aren't you that one writer?" His heart froze. He didn't know why, but he felt ashamed to be a writer... The woman continued, "Your books are gruesome. What type of person writes about someones intestines getting pulled out of their ass?" He felt himself grip his pen, a very old one too. It was sharp, it was a nice weapon. "My baby was scarred from life!" She obviously meant her son, who looked as dumb as a donkey. "Maybe you shouldn't let kids read stuff like that. Y'know, like a good mother?" He spat back at her. She seemed offended, "Don't tell me how to parent! You don't even have a family-" Mr. Dakuma turned around and lunged for the woman, grabbing her by the shoulder before stabbing her neck with the pen. He watched as the life drained from her eyes. He stared, emotionless. The boy screamed, and he grabbed the boy by his scarf, choking him lightly, before slamming his head against the wall nearby. He did this 3 times, before stabbing and sliding his pen into his neck.
From this day onward, Mr. Dakuma knew why he wasn't normal. Why he never liked to play. Why he never fell in love. And why he loved murder so much. He had been denying the obvious truth, that he was a sociopath.
Appearance[]
Mr. Dakumas hair is pitch black, his skin is extremely pale, and he is very skinny. He is currently 20 years old, 5'7, but 135 lbs. How he is strong is a mystery.
His eyes are blue, a very pretty blue actually, like the ocean. He wears suits a lot as well, or white + brown.
He wears thin rimmed glasses too, which helps him see kinda. His eyes luckily aren't too weak.
Mr. Dakuma is very flexible as well, being able to contort himself in almost in-human ways.
Murder Method(s)[]
Weapon of choice is a pen, but he will use knives and guns, just rarely.
Special Notes[]
- His name Dakuma is a mix of the Japanese words for Dark and Bear. So Dark Bear.
- His birth name from his mother is actually Habiki, his mother from Japanese ancestry. The name means "Echo" or "Sound".
- His pens are sharp.
- He isn't autistic -