James Dekker

Name: James Malcolm Dekker

Age: 26

Origin: Human

Skin: fair

Hair: long ,strait, and unkempt, dyed red (Secretly blond)

Eyes: Blue,have been reported to glow faintly, heightened ability

Ears: normal

Mouth: normal No piercing

Nose: Normal no heightened senses

Face: Thin, almost always grinning

Arms: muscular

Legs: long and muscular

Torso: very muscular but not ripped

Clothes: All black, thin material, bullet proof vest over his upper torso, usually keeps a machete(Weapon of choice) strapped to his back along with a variety of other weapons ranging from an uzi machine gun to an aluminum baseball bat,

Attitude: Deeply disturbed, egotistical, vain and above all else; passionate.

Build: Mesomorph, legs are short compared to his torso, tapered shoulders, 6'4

Quote that fits well: Because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren't looking for
anything logical, like money... they can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or
negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world
burn.~Alfred (The Dark Knight)


Occupation: Unknown

Potential Battle Cry: Better run bunny rabbit

Likes: Cream soda, dogs, knives, and eggs

Dislikes: Anubis,Diesel,any devil,old people, and cows... They scare him.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil (The Sociopath Psychopathic Manchild)

BG: James Dekker was born the bastard son of a prostitute named Adria C. Dekker in the slums of Subearth. As a child Adria coddled James, and despite her history of psychotic break downs refused to seek help, out of fear that they would take James away from her. When James was 4 his mother gave birth to his brother Arthur. While she did care for Arthur, it was apparent that she favored James. At the age of 7 James woke up to ask his mother for a glass of water. She responded by knocking him unconscious. James would later wake up to find his mother attempting to seal him behind a brick wall, to make sure that James never tried to leave her. Miraculously James managed to escape, and killed his mother by stabbing her in the heart. From that day on James did everything he could to keep himself and his younger brother alive, taking on odd jobs for a small profit or stealing. James would often complain about hearing voices and nightmares but would usually pass them off as exhaustion. At 14 James joined underground fight clubs for money and managed to buy himself and Arthur a decent living. But it wasn't enough for James. At 17 James joined the Kraits, using his middle name; Malcolm, as an alias and quickly became friends with Anubis despite Arthur's protests. From the day James had killed his mother he had become progressively more violent and demented, having once broken all the fingers in another fighter's hand before kicking him in the jugular during a fight. By the time James became a Krait he had eclipses of sanity in between disturbingly cruel acts of violence, both to the gang's victims and to his own brother . Eventually James snapped and killed off almost every single member of the Kraits single handedly, blaming the carnage on a rival gang called the 22nd Street Tides. He saved Anubis for last, and ultimately failed to kill her, making her one of his most sought after targets.