Name: Havok/Aaron King. (Havok is his favorite alias, while Aaron King is a fake civilian name he uses)
Aliases: The East Orndoff Killer, The Stickman, The West Tybalt Murderer, The Southwest Mempa Assaultist. All of these are aliases used by various police forces, none of which even know his assumed identity.
Age: Twenty-eight.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.
Height: 5’10”.
Weight: 205lbs.
Themesong:
Falling Apart. (Note: Havok’s appearance is based off of the appearance of the wrestler the video is focused on, for those that want a great visual of what Aaron looks like.)
~Weapons/Armor~
An indestructible
shinai, also referred to as a kendo stick or Singapore cane, serves as his main weapon. Aaron took the shinai from a retired samurai, and quickly found it to be nigh unbreakable, much to his enjoyment.
He loves the weapon due to its ability to inflict pain without killing a foe too easily. Damage via smacks with this weapon, depending on how hard he hits, can range from welts to cracked bones. This makes it perfect for causing pain, but difficult to kill a foe with if he needs to.
For the most part Aaron doesn’t wear armor. He will, however, wear a bulletproof white Mardi Gras bird mask as a part of some of his various serial killer wardrobes for the fear value.
~Skills/Abilities~
Passive Pain - If somebody within twenty meters of Havok is in physical pain for any reason, he can pick up on the signals their nerve cells are sending their brain and somehow grow more powerful as a result, though he himself doesn’t know how. His strength, speed, senses, and rate of healing increase for a few hours as a result. The more pain the person is in, the more powerful he becomes.
Focused Pain - Similar to his Passive Pain ability, but the overall increase in strength, speed, senses, and healing rate is much greater, though it requires him to focus on whoever is in pain for some time.
Marked Pain - If Havok injures somebody, the pain they feel from their injury is marked. If somebody’s pain is marked, Aaron is able to tell their exact location without relying on any of his senses, thus allowing him to track a target until the marked pain subsides.
~Strengths~
His ability to grow more powerful from pain is only as limited as the amount of pain those around him can feel. This means that, in most cases, there is no maximum amount of power he can gain from the pain of others. Havok is a major threat in the presence of large crowds, or near places like hospitals and prisons because of the amount of passive pain he can absorb.
Aaron is also in great physical shape and is very intelligent, making him a threat whether he’s absorbed pain or not. He’s also an ingenious trap setter and a master of manipulation and intimidation, and he is incredibly skilled at fighting with his kendo stick, allowing him to hold his own in swordfights with master samurai, fencers, ninjas, and the like.
Havok is well acquainted with the human anatomy. He knows the locations of major nerves, soft spots, pressure points, and essential weak points in the human body. He uses this knowledge to his advantage in order to inflict the maximum amount of pain possible on his victims.
Lastly, he takes pleasure in his own pain, though he doesn’t gain any power boosts or get quite the drug like high that he gets from causing others pain. This adds on to the intimidation effect, as he’s able to ignore injuries that would normally leave a man howling in agony.
~Weaknesses~
Despite being in great shape, Aaron’s initial strength is still only human. Superhuman characters could easily defeat him in a fight if he hasn’t had the time to absorb enough pain to grow to their level of strength. The same applies to his senses, healing rate, and speed.
His reliance on his kendo stick and brute force is another weakness. While his kendo stick and brutal hand to hand methods are perfect for inflicting pain, they are largely ineffective when he needs to kill an opponent in a hurry. While he does know various means of cutting off the air supply to an opponent’s lungs, and a few ways to snap their necks, these methods take far too long to use effectively in most combat situations.
~Personality~
Aaron harms people because it gives him a slight-drug like high, which he thoroughly enjoys. Professional police psychologists believe that Havok enjoys the pain of others because it allows him to forget his own emotional pain, though he completely disagrees with that hypothesis. No matter what the reason for his behavior is, he sees nothing wrong with it.
His civilian personae is kind, gentle, calm, and very shy. When in his civilian personae, Aaron seems to actually be sane. Of course, this is merely a mask to hide his true personality, which comes to the surface when his civilian personae is repeatedly harassed and/or he’s wearing one of his killer outfits.
Havok’s true personality is wild, bloodthirsty, and slightly childish. He can’t understand why the police are always after him, since he sees his deeds as mere fun.. Nonetheless, he is an intelligent killer, and it has been theorized by police officials that he is truly a cold and analytical killer, and that his wild demeanor is simply a means of instilling fear in his victims.
Though he doesn’t feel any remorse for his slayings, he doesn’t like killing on purpose. More often than not, he’s merely assaulting or torturing somebody for their pain, and simply gets carried away. He takes great pride in any surviving victim, and at times will go out of his way to help survivors with other deeds and/or tasks.
He isn’t incapable of having positive relationships with others, however. He has an obvious crush on fellow pain-eater Roxxi, whom he affectionately refers to as “Rox”, and he’s good friends with Zeke and Marr, two more pain-eaters.
Also, Havok has a tendency to invent words that make sense only to himself. At times he confuses both himself and those around him by using one of his invented words, and then either forgetting what it means or claiming that he never used it.
~Appearance~
Aaron’s light blue eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair, and handsome features give him a much kinder and good looking appearance than one would expect from a serial killer. The same features can work towards the intimidation effect when he is in the mood for a slaying, however. When feeling in the mood for slaying, his eyes gain a manic twinkle and his perfect teeth are displayed in a bloodthirsty grin that visibly stretches his lips.
Adding onto both his handsome civilian appearance and intimidating serial killer presence is the great shape his body is in. His muscles, while not overly large, are a testament to how much exercise he gets on a regular basis, usually due to the physical nature of his crimes.
Finally, Aaron has several completely different attires depending on the occasion. His civilian attire usually consists of jeans, simple brown shoes, and a white t-shirt, though he’s been known to wear polo shirts, denim jackets, and/or jean shorts on occasion. He may also wear his hair in a ponytail, or wear a bandana on the top of his head.
His serial killer attire is far less diverse by comparison. He usually wears some kind of face painted design, though the design and colors often vary, and a pair of tight black jeans. As far as tops go, he either wears an unlaced straightjacket, a dark red long-sleeved fishnet shirt, or a black tank top. A black fedora hat and/or the earlier-mentioned bulletproof white Mardi Gras bird mask are worn at times.
~History~
---INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT---
SUBJECT - AARON KING
CHARGES - MURDER, ASSAULT, BREAKING AND ENTERING, KIDNAPPING, ASSAULTING AN OFFICER, EVADING ARREST, PUBLIC INDECENCY, ARSON, PETTY THEFT.
PRESIDING OFFICIALS - SHERRIF ALLAN T. JEFFERSON AND AGENT J. WILHOLM.
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JW: You see that man in the corner there, Mister King? He’ll be typing up a transcript of this whole interrogation.
AK: Fine.
*Suspect leans back in his chair*
ATJ: Sir, do not tip during the interrogation.
*Suspect leans forward and rests his chin on the table with his arms dangling at his sides*
ATJ: Do not rest your head on the table either, sir.
AK: I’ve got to be comfortable.
ATJ: You will be comfortable enough in an upright, seated position.
AK: Fine.
*Suspect sits up*
AK: What do you want to know, Monsieur Fink?
JW: Fink?
AK: Where?
JW: Never mind. Sir, you are aware that you are under suspicion of being the serial killer known as “Havok”, yes?
AK: Yeah.
*Suspect begins to sway from side to side*
ATJ: What’s the matter?
AK: Well, Sister Fink, ma’am, sir, Father Raphael, it seems that I need to relieve myself.
JW: Sir, you were allowed to use the restroom before the interrogation began.
AK: I know, but I didn’t have to go then.
ATJ: You’re not going to be able to until this interrogation is over.
AK: Fine.
*Agent Wilhelm hands the suspect a picture of the suspect urinating on a fire hydrant*
JW: I’m starting with your lesser crimes first. Does this look familiar to you?
AK: Yes.
JW: Is that you in the picture?
AK: Maybe.
JW: Yes or no?
AK: Or.
JW: Excuse me?
AK: Or.
JW: You obviously are not taking this seriously.
*Agent Wilhelm takes the picture back*
AK: Look, you can’t expect me to take this seriously. You have me in here for all sorts of charges, and the only evidence you have is a picture of me pissing in public.
ATJ: We have a victim’s testimony that you assaulted him with a large stick, a signature of Havok.
AK: Where is this victim?
ATJ: He died of internal injuries shortly after he gave us this information.
AK: Yowch. Poor guy. Anyway, a dead man’s testimony won’t stand up in court.
JW: What about the clothing we found in your apartment? The shirt drenched in the victim’s blood?
AK: Not mine.
JW: It was in your apartment, sir.
AK: No it wasn’t.
JW: Yes, it was.
AK: Prove it.
JW: I don’t have to prove it. We found it-
*Suspect interrupts Agent Wilhelm*
AK: In my apartment, in my apartment, in my apartment. Incredible! You found a bloody shirt in the apartment of a man who works as an insurance agent!
JW: Sir, we know you aren’t an insurance agent.
AK: No **** Sherlock. I said I was a dentist.
ATJ: We don’t have time or patience for games, sir.
AK: Really? And here I thought we were playing Monopoly.
ATJ: Sir-
*Suspect once more interrupts*
AK: Do not pass go! Collect not your $200!
JW: Will you shut up!
AK: No.
ATJ: You will cooperate, or we’ll add on to the charges.
AK: You can’t do that!
ATJ: Watch us.
AK: Fine, fine. I murdered him, and the lady down the street, and your mom, and that fat kid, and a whole bunch of people I can’t quite remember, and I had sex with your wife. I also set fire to three different police stations, stole from the mayor of Tybalt, broke into an old man’s house and beat him to death with his own oxygen tank, and pissed on a fire hydrant.
ATJ: Thank you for admitting everything, sir. That makes this whole interrogation much shorter.
AK: Good. So, I go to prison now, hopefully with a large man named Bubba who’ll attempt to make me his butt slave?
JW: Not quite. We need some background information, Mister King. If that is your real name.
AK: Don’t worry, it isn’t.
JW: Then what is your real name?
AK: Hell if I know.
JW: Do you mean to say that you don’t know your own name?
AK: Exactly. Heck, everything about my life is fuzzy until about nine months ago.
JW: Tell us what you know, then.
AK: Alright. I had a wife and a kid, I think, and I think something happened to the kid and my wife left me.
ATJ: So you started killing people?
AK: Not right away. I can’t remember how I went from depressed dude to serial killer.
ATJ: Not in the slightest?
AK: Nope. It feels like I’ve been a killer all my life. I’d be fine with that, because it means I’ve known Rox my whole life.
JW: Rox?
AK: Yeah. And Zeke and Marr.
ATJ: Who are they?
AK: They’re just like me, sort of. They gain strength from the pain of others, but they’re a bit different from me. Especially Rox. She’s got this voodoo witch priestess thing going on. The only time she talks is when she’s muttering a spell.
ATJ: *Directed towards Agent Wilhelm* Split personality, or imaginary voices?
*Suspect grows visibly agitated*
AK: They’re just as real as I am!
JW: Calm down.
AK: No! I won’t have some fink pricks accusing my friends of being imaginary! That’s bull****!
JW: Calm down!
AK: **** you!
ATJ: I’m sure your friends are real, Mister King. Could you tell us where they reside?
AK: I don’t really know where they live. They just show up sometimes.
ATJ: So, for the record, you don’t know where these people live. Do you know their real names? Rox, Zeke, and Marr sound like aliases to me.
AK: First of all, Rox’s name is Roxxie, and I’m the only one who may refer to her as Rox. Secondly, I know them by aliases similar to my Havok.
ATJ: I see. Carry on. Any more background information that would be useful in considering you for psychiatric treatment?
AK: Yes. I like pain.
JW: You what?
AK: I like pain. It makes me feel good.
JW: That is the most-
*Suspect interrupts*
AK: Oops. The boss is coming.
ATJ: The boss? Who is your boss?
AK: You’ll see in five, four, three, fink, two, o
~
“That’s all we could find,” the deputy said. “I think that whoever rescued Havok purposefully destroyed the tapes of the interrogation. This transcript was found in the pocket of the corpse of the officer tasked with writing it.”
“Sweet Lord,” the sheriff remarked, his eyes shifting from the transcript to the demolished police station. It looked like somebody, or
something, had destroyed everything on the inside before demolishing the main support beams, thus making the police station crumble in on itself and any survivors. When he’d been called and told that the Hemmerson County police station needed assistance, he didn’t expect anything like this.
The deputy suddenly grabbed the sheriff’s arm with one hand and pointed towards an oncoming figure with the other. :”Sir,” he said. “Somebody’s coming.”
Sheriff Randall turned in the direction that his deputy had pointed, and his dark brown eyes fell upon the strangest looking woman he’d ever seen. She wore a plain dark green skirt and a black crop top shirt. That much was fairly normal looking.
What
wasn’t normal was everything else. The dark purple lipstick she wore matched her hair color, as did her eye shadow. Lightly held in one hand was a kendo stick, similar to the weapon Havok was known to use. In her other hand was a very small sack, which Sheriff Randall found himself unconsciously dreading.
“This is a crime scene ma‘am,” the deputy said, slowly placing a hand on his gun. The woman continued towards them, unperturbed. Sheriff Randall grabbed his own gun and suddenly wished that they’d brought more back-up.
“I’m not going to warn you again,” Randall’s deputy continued, starting to walk towards the ominous woman. Not wanting to be left behind for fear that another freak would show up, the sheriff stuffed the transcript into his back pocket and followed his deputy.
The woman, perhaps finally realizing the danger she was putting herself in, stopped in her tracks and waited for the deputy and sheriff to reach her. She slowly lifted the sack up to her mouth and seemed to be muttering something, though neither police officer could hear it. Her emotionless eyes watched the officers come nearer as she finished whatever she’d been muttering.
“Put down the stick ma’am,” Sheriff Randall said, grabbing his deputy and stopping roughly seven feet away from the strange woman. She cocked her head to the right and gave him a curious look before dropping the kendo stick. The deputy pulled his hand away from his gun and started walking towards her once more.
“Please leave the area,” the deputy asked, wondering how this Havok fellow could have fan girls. The woman suddenly held her now-free hand underneath the sack and poured its contents into an open palm. Before either officer could yell, she blew on the dark red substance, somehow turning it into a searing flame that engulfed both men and reduced them to ashes within seconds.
The woman viewed her handiwork for a few moments before a hand clapped down on her shoulder. Slowly, she turned to look at the blonde madman known as, “Havok”.
“Good job Rox,” he congratulated her, smiling at the ash piles.