Victor Zsasz

"i like to hurt people."

named. victor zsasz.
called. zsasz; victor.

hair . color. bald.
eye . color. blue.
physical . stature. medium build.

appearance / physical capabilities. Victor is a man of a medium build, not tall nor short and not hefty nor light. He is Caucasian and generally wears a black suit.

Victor Zsasz, in many aspects, -- in many societies, many minds – could be considered something other than a man. He could be considered a complex, sinister being that reigns only the purest of evil. And he can’t play advocate to the bright side of things either—Remove any article of clothing from his body and you will find numerous tally marks, grouped in fives, scattered about his body. All strategically placed to remind him of every victim, every life he stole away. He’s the Grinch who stole Christmas but without the remorse. Instead of stealing away Christmas from little children, Victor steals away the lives of humans in an attempt to cleanse the world of its ravaging impurity. With his such attempts, Victor finds it enjoyable to hurt these impure people. They’re not really even people, he may try to reason. But who is he reasoning with, because it certainly isn’t himself. His sadism isn’t a cold, only reminiscent form; his sadism is what some may refer to as the most refined of sadism there could be—He is a pure-blooded killer, if you will. His blood runs cold, his entire essence of being, most of the time, seeming to exist for the sole purpose of terrorizing towns and villages—to kill. Cold-blood and an icy sense of remorse is Victor Zsasz.

He’s one to speak with himself often, rambling on and on about how he must cleanse the evil that has ravaged the planet. Stroking his most prized knife’s blade with his fingers, pricking himself just so he can feel better until the time that he has his next meeting. He is a man of patience but also of impulse; when he sees an off-chance opening, he won’t think-twice before taking it. He may, briefly, run over the consequences of his actions, how they could affect his original plan, but no more than that. He’s a ticking time-bomb, ready to explode at any moment with admirable force—ticking away as he watches from his suite of self-presumed immortality.

He’s the god of the world, the wandering watcher that must fix all of the bad-things others have left behind. All of the garbage, left to rot. He reigns his terror from down-below, sitting upon his golden, ruby and sapphire accented throne. He watches and he waits for the moment to come—the opening he had planned for, and that’s when he’ll strike. Though impulsive, Victor is a man of high intelligence. He is able to plan for his endeavors and solve any rare problems that may come up. He’ll always plan for the extras—the little things that most would never think of. But, in the very moment he does what he does best, he may stray far from the plan, taking more hostages than he needed, killing more civilians than necessary. He thinks of humanity as something that can come and go, something that means just a bit less than nothing. However, he thinks of himself as the center of the universe—the man who makes it all go ‘round once more every day and every night. If he didn’t exist, where would the world be? Exactly, it would be in utter shambles; bad, self-profiting crime would run amuck! And, therefore, he was created. He was created to be the savior of the world, created to be a god.

He kills to save himself from what emptiness lingers inside of himself... what badness that ever looms beneath the surface. All of what he has made himself into was to, simply, recreate himself from the robot of a man that he was after his parent's death. He was shattered and there was only one thing that he could do to save himself from it; kill.

Victor's reasons for becoming a killer run deep. He had made a name for himself in the world at 25, acquiring an independent fortune. He was a wealthy business man and ran his own company. He was a man of stability in those times. But after a tragic boating accident in which his parents died, Victor spiraled down into a state of deep depression. In attempts to alleviated the pain he felt, he began to gamble his fortune away. He fell short of his duties and lost his sense of self and direction within the world. In the end, he bet against Oswald Cobblepot, the rest of his fortune. With cheating, Oswald had one the bet and Victor was out his money, his pride, and felt as if he was only left with an emptiness within himself.

After that, Victor made the decision that the only way he could survive was to kill himself. He went to a bridge and, just as he was about to take the plunge, a homeless man approached him, asking for money. Upon declining the request, the man attempted to assault him with a knife. Instinctively grabbing the knife, Victor came to a realization of himself and others--He came to the realization that all life is meaningless; that nothing nor anybody matters. Upon this realization, Victor also learned that he was a "robot." He saw that he was worthless and that everyone else was too. He was a brute, something other than a man. Only death could save him from himself.
 
He proceeded to stab the man to death. He saw it as a "gift" from him to the man for saving his life.