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hokkaidossoul12 · 2 years
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Resketch of Showdown Bandit characters (part 2)
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hokkaidossoul12 · 4 years
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Day 7: Doctor
So I decided to try doing the Showdown July thing that a few of my friends are doing, I know it might be the 6th for other people but it’s the 7th for me because timezones are confusing AF!
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hokkaidossoul12 · 4 years
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Here is another SB OC I made, his name is Showell and he is a mad doctor. He is about 42 years old who owns a lot of  cutting blades that he uses on his test subjects. He also has a big variety of machinery used for experiments, torturing a victim, taking abilities like changing forms, spells, weapon summoning, etc away, and turning certain puppets with unique abilities into terrifying creatures which are under control by a collar. He has a loving mother and father, a wonderful Aunt and Uncle and he used to had two bratty cousins. He is just under 10ft in height. Backstory: Backstory: Showell was a small boy (about seven or eight) who had very loving parents, he also had an Aunt and Uncle who had two children, both of them being little girls (around Showell's age, one being older than the other though). When Showell was that small boy, he had behavioral issues that he couldn't control from when he was a toddler to an older age which his parents and (most) his relatives had worried about. It wasn't that he was bad but...he's had constant mood swings, from either being at a depressing low to extremely manic or insane high, this had cause him to feel emotions he didn't want to feel at certain times. It was after a doctors appointment that was made due to his parents' concerns that they found out he had bipolar, which was told by his Aunt and Uncle. After knowing that, his parents, his Aunt and Uncle were very sympathetic over him but his two cousins didn't have any sympathy feelings toward him, or anything nice to say for that matter. Then, a lot of conflict ensued between Showell and his two cousin from mental to physical abuse, both dealt from each other. Their conflict and negative towards each other continued for ten years, during those years it was hell for his parents, Aunt and Uncle having to put up with their fighting until Showell finally had it, packed up everything he needed and completely moved out of his home as he was old enough (he would've been eighteen or nineteen). He moved into a big abandoned house which he had fixed up overtime and made into a big wonderful and very clean house, Showell was also given a great amount of money from his parents so that he could at least buy some essentials, like food, water, proper clothing, furniture, sleeping supplies (a bed, pillow and blankets) and any other important thing he needed. He still continued having mood swings as well as other emotional problem to which he constantly avoided any contact with anyone within the time. Then one day, he had finally got some amount of confidence to go outside and maybe try something new, which was the same day he found a love for both potion making and color dyes, as he had entered a shop within the town, that where he found the dyes and a potion making kit which got him interested. He decided then and there to buy them, so he payed for his things and left the store quickly, avoiding contact with anyone else in town and went back to his home. After months went by, Showell had began making the dyes and potions common hobbies and soon found an interest for science, chemistry, mechanics and invention books, learning how to properly make good potions and learnt a whole lot more, including ways to...dissect animals, which parts of the body were most vital in order to live and...how to clean up a crime scene the proper way. This somehow brought great emotion to Showell, but it wasn't happiness...it was more...baleful, which had set him off into a fit of maniacal laughter and kinda lost who he was within those little moments until he finally stop, Showell felt alive and never wanted that feeling to end, ever. Years (about seventeen years which made him either thirty five or thirty six) went by as Showell improved his house and making his own huge room he would uses for science (even for testing animals which then soon turned to puppets to test), when his parents, Aunt and Uncle found out they were very proud of Showell but hadn't known what exactly he was gonna do...yet. But, his two cousins were extremely jealous and very curious at Showell to which they decided to give him a "visit", but Showell knew they were coming because he somewhat knew they would and had planned ahead, it was a very sinister one too. When both cousins had made it to Showell's door they didn't knocked, instead... they sneak through and open window around the house and start to mess around with Showell's things, unfortunately Showell had seen them go through a window to which he appeared behind the two and knocked them both out, before dragging them both to a couple of operation tables where both cousins were strapped to separate tables. (WARNING: CONTAINS GORE WITH NEXT FEW PARTS) A few hours had gone by before the two cousins had finally came back into consciousness and saw Showell in front of them, his was sitting in a chair in front of the two, grinning at his cousins as his eyes were narrowed at them. Both the females tried to make an escape but found that they couldn't move their arms or legs, both females looking to see that they were strapped down and unable to move. Showell continued to smile at his two cousins, the younger cousin feeling scared while the older cousin glared and began barking out nasty insults as she struggled. It was after a few long minutes of insults thrown at him Showell had enough of his cousin's annoying voice as he got up and reach for the sharpest cutting tool he had laid on a silver surgeon table (where doctors put their surgical tools on). He then made his way to the older female before suddenly stabbing the female with the blade, the female letting out a loud shriek of pain at the contact of the sharp weapon, blood seeping from the wound and onto the blade. Showell let out a chuckle as he saw his older female cousin's anger turn to fear as she coughed up blood, then without warning he quickly pulled the blade from her and stabbed her, again and again and again, over and over without hesitation. It was after what felt like ages before finally finishing his assault on her stomach, the younger cousin's eyes were wide and filled with tears while sobbing, Showell then quickly brought the blade up to the older female's head as a single tear dripped from her eye before she was stabbed through the head with the blade, finally putting an end to the cousin he hated. Showell pulled the blade from the older female's head before turning to the younger before giving her the "you're next" look. A few hours had passed as Showell had finished his work, he pulled both females' bodies apart and getting the necessary parts from the two females before bagging them remains and disposing them without anyone noticing. Within the spare moments he had, Showell cleaned his very bloody science room with special chemicals (hydrogen peroxide and ammonia), then using his time to make the science room smell nice with a strong smelling potion to make it seem as if he was just trying new potions out. Month later, it was issued out about both cousins missing and nowhere to be found, nobody knew it was Showell, not even after seven years (which is now when Showell is forty two). This gave Showell the good obsession of killing or changing other puppets if they were valuable to him in some way. He likes: Reading, coloring, making potions and creating new unknown types of potions, testing his potions on is test subjects and testing animals, dying his clothing, making his own henchmen (kinda like a Frankenstein typed thing), and creating new inventions. He dislikes: When certain things go wrong (like a potion gets broken), whenever his testing gets interrupted, puppets who play around with his equipment or machines, when he loses a good or important book, getting bossed around, and if he runs out of parts for his experiments.
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