Toris Laurinaitis - Republic of Lithuania

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Name – Toris Laurinaitis
Country of Origin – Republic of Lithuania
Age – 19
Birthday – February 16
Job – Librarian

Personality – Outwardly, Toris is a very kind young man, though he can appear distrusting at times; this stems from a not-so-nice childhood, which has also left him with suicidal tendancies. He is also a bit of a worry wart, and has been known to worry himself into a sick stomach over things that were nothing to worry about in the first place, but his worry has also saved his life on more than one occasion. Despite all this worry, he is also very easily taken advantage of and controlled. His hobbies include literature, cooking, herbology, and martial arts. He is generally very submissive, but will take control when the situation truly calls for it.

In regards to the herbology; his speciality is poisons, and this is how he kills. He has always had an interest in poisons, even as a child. His favorite way to poison is with cyanide in an almond pastry he makes himself, the almond flavor and smell hides the natural bitter scent and flavor of the cyanide. He has been known to use poison berries as well, such as nightshade and lilyberry.

Reason for Recruitment - As a child, Toris had one friend; a young Russian boy by the name of Grigori. They played together in the woods outside their rural homes, eating berries and fishing in the stream, doing all the things that children would be expected to do at their age in their innocence. One day, as they were out picking berries to make kompote, Toris came upon some delicious-looking black berries with a shiny surface and sweet smell; he picked a basketful and went to share them with his young friend; the poor boys did not know that these were in fact nightshade berries, and between them ate half a basketful. The natural drugs in the berries put them to sleep, though when Toris awoke hours later in a daze, his friend did not..

Toris tried to hide the body, but was found out soon after the small Russian boy's decaying body was found; his initial punishment was flogging then death, but a strange organization stepped in on his behalf.. They offered to make the young Lithuanian atone for his sin for the rest of is life. The flogging was still carried out, leaving his back scarred.

Appearance – Toris is naturally slender, but with broad shoulders and rough hands, his body carries both feminine and masculine qualities. His skin is fair, his eyes a deep green, and his hair is shoulder-length and the color of polished wood, cut into a semi-neat flop. His back is heavily scarred from the beating he took as punishment for his friend's accidental death. His clothing is usually well-startched and clean and ironed, he detests wrinkly clothing and will go so far as to request kindly that you remove your clothes so he may iron them for you if he so much as spies a single wrinkle in your pants or shirt. His hair and skin is always soft, as he favors expensive shampoos and body butters to keep him clean, his favorite cologne smells of leather and red roses and is imported directly from France.

History – Toris grew up in a little rural Lithuanian town with his mother and father, a town where they
still shut the heat of periodicly in the summer. His childhood was indeed strict, but it was not without love; his fatherdied when he was five, leaving him to grow up with his mother, this may be the reason why is is so unintentially feminine without really meaning to be. He knew his friend Grigori when he was 10, and lost him the seame year he met him. Convinced her son had intended to poison the little Russian, his mother left him crying in the cold jail.

Having been interested in herbs since childhood, his transition into assassin was relatively quick. He tried with arsenic first, but found the medical effects to be too frightening, and the taste was hard to hide. Next he tried nightshade berries, which failed instantly because more and more people were wising up to the deceptive berry. Then he tried Almond pastries with cyanide. It worked.

RP Sample –
They never saw it coming.

In the aftermath of the chairman's death, even as the policemen picked up the mess, they did not suspect the little half-eaten almond pastry that lay discarded by the picked-at stew and roast, they were busy trying to calm his frightened widow, who stood by her husband's side as they loaded him onto the ambulance, her arms flailing and her eyes streaming, her shrill voice carrying across the road to bystanders who turned and stared in surprise. It was too soon to tell what exactly had killed the man, and even though the tests would reveal cyanide in his system, the killer would be long gone by then.

He already was gone. He was in his library, he was reading, he was trying to forget the smell of almonds on his hand. And he was failing.

They always screamed, always. Their loved ones did, anyway.. It was always such a delicious shock to see their faces go pale as their doomed family member went limp and began to convulse in the middle of their eating. It had taken very careful planning to slip that pastry to the chairman, he had had to do severe research on the man and his eatign habits to realize that the pastries with gold flakes were always reserved for the chairman, then it had taken him some time to get his hands on the gold flakes,, but in the end, it had worked, he had watched from the kitchen as the fatal little sweet was taken out to the fat Asian man as a 'on the house' treat. He had nodded and eaten half the damn thing in a single bite, then gone on to devour most of his soup, the glutton.. Soon after, though.. he had gone pale and begun choking as the poison worked it's magic on him.

Then his wife screamed. Toris would have stayed to watch if his wife had not screamed, that terrible, high-pitched shriek.. it pierced his ears and made his gut feel weak. At least this time he did not puke, he felt better about that, but even in the silence of the library, when all were asleep.

He could still hear her.

Screaming.

It never left him.

Out of Character:
Name – Leona Nichols or Gir~
Age – 19
Time Zone – Pacific Standard/ GMT -8
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