OC: Ultio>The man who danced with Insanity.

Ultio meaning revenge in Latin.

"His body was bloody, and his hands trembled.

But within his eyes there was a newfound calmness.

Something controlled.

He knew what he was doing.

And that's what made him dangerous."



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(Bit of a sh*t snippet but it's 4am v.v/ couldn't think of anything else.)

The taste of death was tart and distinctive within the air. Blood coated his hands, as he clasped them infront of him. He knew his presence was too thick to ignore, too dense to miss. And it washed over the room like a tidal wave threatening to burst.

There was a darkness within his eyes, Controlled perhaps for those accustomed to his ways. Controlled perhaps, for those afraid of his capabilities,—but it was chaos nonetheless. It was wild, and untamed, and dangerous. Ultio restrained his itching desire with a great muster of his will. But he was lusting for more, and it was proving an irresistible allure. There were fewer things more satisfying to him, then what would follow in the next few moments..

There was an instinctual part of him that wanted to grab his knife, and start the job himself. But he controlled this, and did so without the slightest of creases in his visage.

To some he may have seemed calm, almost relaxed, business like, perhaps? If it weren’t for the knife so evidently within his hands.. But to those who knew him, it was clear he was calculating, preparing, and analysing every potential outcome.

Time was a key resource, and he had already wasted an inordinate amount. He stared at the knife between his fingers delicately, but still; he kept aware as he glanced up, the ghost of a smile along his blue lips. His foot began to tap uncontrollably against the ground, and a quiet mutter escaped his lips.

He slowly turned his attention towards the man/women, swivelling on the chair he sat on, and finally whispered something into the air between them.

"When I finish here, and I will soon..

You'll be glad I killed you; and that is a promise I will keep.."





Name: Ultio

Negative traits: Manipulative, Cold, Arrogant.

Ultio is prone to episodes of rage, and is driven by obsession.

Positive Traits: He is extremely knowledgeable, Smart, and Calculating.

He has a tremendous amount of patience that is surprising, and has a...strange humour of sorts.

Extra Info:
He also enjoys music and singing.
Specifically Mozart...

**Appearance:**

Being a man of the shadows, means Ultio is rarely seen. If one were to see him however, it would be almost impossible to miss the thick red scar that runs across the right side of his face. Starting at his temple, it crosses through his eyebrow, finishing at the nape of his neck. His hair is charcoal black, and sits neatly on his head, often a few wisps fall below his eyebrow. Ultio's eyes are narrow and deep set, and are a bright golden color, said to rival the blazing sun itself. He has an almost almond shaped chin, and high cheekbones that slice across his face, and work only to emphasise his cut, jagged, features.

His physique suggests strength. Though, this is not something that would be easily spotted, as his body is often covered by an extra large suit he dresses in., that hangs firmly on his shoulders. Ultio is a man of wealth, and thus dresses as such. His feet are clad in leather shoes, silver rings adorn both his index and thumb, along with a suit and tie to match.

Ultio moves with long strides that are both purposeful and confident, and often there is a glint of burnished metal beneath his suit; A gun.

If he was looking to attract, many would be drawn to him. Ultio is handsome enough. Though perhaps, this would only be possible if it weren't for his unexpected episodes of rage and killing.

**Weapons:**

A revolver gun.

Inside the right pocket of his blazer, he also carries a long slim knife, that curves at the end and is made out of metal. Something he often uses upon his victims.


**History:**

Ultio was not born cold, but was born an orphan.

His parents having been murdered unexpectedly when he was young meant he soon moved to live with his uncle Rozo. His father had been a wealthy businessman, and so the inheritance, was moved onto his uncle, and then when the time was right, would be shifted onto Ultio when he was of age.

Rozo was particularly bad news however.

He was well rehearsed in the criminal lifestyle, and was vulnerable to triggers of violence and aggression. Ultio was often a victim of these rages, though it was something he never let bother him. A broken rib here, a bruised eye there, his reaction, and sense of control was perhaps what Irked Rozo further.

Despite the abuse, Ultio found himself with the patience to mirror a saint.

He was the hollow shell of a boy with a heart that served simply to allow him to breath..

As he got older, Ultio became more curious as to what type of job his uncle was partaking in, and found his control slowly beginning to slip. The years of abuse were beginning to unravel his calm nature. He often kept it in check by listening to Mozart, or instrumentals to help calm his nerves.

Ultio managed to follow Rozo to an abandoned warehouse that evening, and watched as men in sharp suits, tophats with hooded faces exchanged words.
They were men that looked like they had more power then he could imagine possessing. Ultio was positively confused.

It was then he heard it.

"But what about the boy, Rozo?!"

--"He does not matter! If I got rid of his bitch of a mother, I can get rid of him too!"

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Ultio was furious, and now had only one intention. Rummaging through the bins outside the warehouse he stumbled upon a dirty black scarf, and stuffed it into his pocket. He waited until Rozo started driving before slowly sitting up. Responding with both aggression and swiftness that was alarming for a boy of his age, he yanked the scarf around his uncle tightly. He made every move to watch his eyes, to ensure the life had been drained out of them. Rozo's jerks and spasms of movement subsided long before the car went hurtling of the road and into a tree.

Ultio was injured, though not as much as the man in front of him who had been choked to death.

When authorities found the scene it was blatantly obvious what had happened, and so he was imprisoned shortly, before being deemed mentally unstable, and was moved to an asylum at the age of 12.

He soon developed a short but sweet romance with a women of a similar age named Lila who joined the asylum when Ultio had just turned 17. She helped him control his emotions, to forget the past, and help release him from the years of depression he had sunk himself into.

Due to her good behaviour, Lila found herself discharged only three years after they had met. For a year Lila drove herself to the Asylum, to visit Ultio. He cherished these short moments with her, and became a man in love.

However.... all good things must come to an end...

One day, Lila stopped visiting, and it was weeks on end before Ultio heard the news of what had really happened to his beloved.

Lila had been the victim of a home invasion, and had been found face flat in her living room.

She was also pregnant...

This was the moment Ultio had his psychotic break, and it pushed him into insanity. He became a man enraged.

Ultio spent another 3 years moving from asylum to asylum. Each one struggling to contain him more then the last. He sharpened his mind and became smart, making connections, and soon learning the ins and outs of the criminal world.

Finally, at the age of 24, Ultio escaped the asylum, and began taking up contracts with the connections he had made,-- as a private hitman. He quickly adapted, and became ruthless but swift with his killings, having racked up almost 82 kills within a year.

This was something that attracted attention, and soon enough Ultio had began to earn a following. He decided to recruit numerous criminals, and had learnt to become a man who was void of emotion and mercy, and therefore a man who was both envied and powerful.

But also, untouchable, to an extent.

He had become one of the worlds most feared leaders within the criminal world, and had gained the loyalty of a wide range of Gangs across America, Japan, and Russia.

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Theme:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=upgAIOsipLA

The little boy, was replaced with a man.

A man who had become insane....

Insanity. n. mental illness of such a severe nature that a person cannot distinguish fantasy from reality, cannot conduct her/his affairs due to psychosis, or is subject to uncontrollable impulsive behavior.