Name; Alfred Drevis
Age; 35 to 40.
Gender; Male.
Hair color; Brown.
Eye color; Brown as well.
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Back story; Never is a baby born with ASPD, it's growing, something happen into their life, or perhaps, it was someone close to them who influenced their mind to the point of no return. Whatever is the cause, a person cannot actually be born with such hatered, fear and anger all at once in them. Alfred started his life well with a wonderfully loving husbandless mom. His first nights were spent cuddeling, all against her wrapped and into a soft blanket After a few years, Alfred developped a morbid curiosity for death, he started to harm animal. Although, it is true, the first birdy he ever killed was but a dreadful accident. Though little by little, the young boy couldn't get enough of the thrill that controling and ending the life of a small creature was. Yet one day- His mother discovered the truth. What else could he have ever done about it ? She was always so annoying too! He simply killed her, in a burst of blind rage. He couldn't help it. Yelling and crying, as he stabbed her again and again, with a kitchen knife. "Shut up" he said, "Shut up and go to hell !" he kept yelling. He didn't really knew what had happened. He barely remembers it by now. All he could think off was to whipe his poor bloodied mother's face and... what a beauty she was like that, he thought- almost sleeping... He ran away from home not long after. And kept killing on the way. After this incident, he does not have any memory of his past life until his early adult years.
Personality: Alfred is a calm man, serious, always a bit busy in whatever project he comes up with. Alfred is, too, a thoughtful person. A loving Dad, and husband, even if true, it never really seemed like it. He is also a man of many faces. Of course, very intelligent, vile and manipulative, which can more often than not fully clash with the romantic soul he has by the side of his most loved ones. He is also, a real doctor. A man of science, who pursued studies, and can, in fact, heal wounds and real diseases. He just prefers to make pretty wonders out of his patients rather than help them. Though after his arrival in this weird dimention Ogre revived him in, he barely can practice his passion anymore, creating dolls just isn't all that easy when all there is to work with is a weird pale five foot eight bald assistant with ugly red eyes and pointy ears.