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Character: Farfarello
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Age: 20
Canon: It goes without saying that Farfarello is a few apples short of a bushel. Raised in a church, from a very young age he had lived with the belief that God killed his family. It is because of this that he blames God for all of his problems, and for all the other problems with the world. He cuts on his own body, and is a member of the assassin team Schwarz, killing people in brutal ways, in order to get back at God. To hurt Him somehow.
Over the years, he’s become insane and immune to all physical pain. His teammates keep him locked away in a straight jacket rarely letting him out unless he’s is one of his more lucid periods.
The radio played Hit me Baby, One More Time the entire journey. I think He was testing me. But He failed, for I embraced it.
Singing along to Britney Spears makes God cry.
This place…it makes Him weep as well. It is alive with death. With sin. His unfortunate children flee like animals as they are left alone, lost in the woods to fend for themselves. So alone…I wish to join in the hunt. With you, sinners like myself.
Give me your shotgun.
They’ll be like lambs to the slaughter. Here me? Your cries for ‘braaaaiiinns’ shall be to no avail. Intelligence was the sin of Adam and Eve, not a gift. He has abandoned you. Left you to rot. Literally.
…this arrow. I’ve seen it before. Are the kitties here as well? The dark ones are all together now…It is time to find them.
Would you like to get me out of this straight jacket?
Character: Farfarello
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Age: 20
Canon: It goes without saying that Farfarello is a few apples short of a bushel. Raised in a church, from a very young age he had lived with the belief that God killed his family. It is because of this that he blames God for all of his problems, and for all the other problems with the world. He cuts on his own body, and is a member of the assassin team Schwarz, killing people in brutal ways, in order to get back at God. To hurt Him somehow.
Over the years, he’s become insane and immune to all physical pain. His teammates keep him locked away in a straight jacket rarely letting him out unless he’s is one of his more lucid periods.
The radio played Hit me Baby, One More Time the entire journey. I think He was testing me. But He failed, for I embraced it.
Singing along to Britney Spears makes God cry.
This place…it makes Him weep as well. It is alive with death. With sin. His unfortunate children flee like animals as they are left alone, lost in the woods to fend for themselves. So alone…I wish to join in the hunt. With you, sinners like myself.
Give me your shotgun.
They’ll be like lambs to the slaughter. Here me? Your cries for ‘braaaaiiinns’ shall be to no avail. Intelligence was the sin of Adam and Eve, not a gift. He has abandoned you. Left you to rot. Literally.
…this arrow. I’ve seen it before. Are the kitties here as well? The dark ones are all together now…It is time to find them.
Would you like to get me out of this straight jacket?