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|Subject Post 1Subject: Jeffrey Dahmer Sun Mar 27, 2011 8:41 pm|| |
Jeffrey Dahmer Appearance Age:
Dahmer is able to act cognitively and achieve his desired end. He is quite delusional. He sees himself as royalty and even similar to God. He also experiences auditory hallucinations every night as he converses with his dead sister where she asked him to carry out tasks for her.
His delusions and hallucinations stemmed from the gruesome murder of his beloved sister. He does not entertain suicidal thoughts. He is extremely intelligent since he does so well in his studies and later on with his practice. He has a reputation of being a brilliant Doctor of psychiatry.
Dahmer is a loner. He does not find time for social interactions. He was never in a relationship. His aggressive and violent behavior shows utter disrespect for the rights of others. He murdered nine people and does not feel a bit remorseful about his actions. He is capable of inflicting great danger to other people. He disfigures and cannibalizes his victims. One of those, a census taker, he boldly declares that he ate him with "fava beans and a big Amarone". Before turning fifteen, at such a tender age, he already experienced stealing food and clothes.
The global assessment scale of 10 is due to the fact that he has shown signs of being able to inflict severe danger or hurt to others. He relishes the idea of consuming his victims. He is not suicidal though and is able to look after personal hygiene. He is also capable of handling a full time job. By appearances, Dahmer seems soft-spoken, mild-mannered and very calm.
Dahmer is very seductive and knows how to attract people through his web of lies. He forces his victims to grow an attachment to him and usually has sex with them before killing them and eating their flesh and meat. Although he has done this to a few girls, his main focus is young men and boys. Appearance:Height:
Zanpakuto (Sealed) Description
Zanpakuto Name: Namami
Dahmer's zanpakuto rarely speaks, but when he does, it is never good. Namami hold the same blood lust as Dahmer and enjoys to kill. He loves the feel of blood on the blade which is why Dahmer has permanently placed blood over the blade and sheath.
Namami resides in the outer ring of the seventh circle of hell. This ring houses the violent against people and property, who are immersed in Phlegethon, a river of boiling blood and fire, to a level commensurate with their sins
Sealed Zanpakuto Appearance:
The blood on the katana is permanently on the blade. He has sealed the blood of his opponents onto his blade and uses it as decoration. The "decoration" can be found on his sheath as well.
Release Phrase: Consume, Namami
Zanpakotu (Shikai) Description
apon. However, it has a hilt of a regular katana and where the blade should be is still made of metal. The blade part is like a pole. However, this is not just a blunt beating device. The blade is still there and can cut an opponent. The blade part is so small and so thin that it cannot be seen by the naked eye. To anyone else, it will seem to be just a bat-like object. However, there is another unique quality to this blade. The pole part consist of multiple smaller poles, about fifty. When you look closer at the pole, you'll see that the blades of his shikai are actually spiraling up and down on the blade like a staircase or strand of DNA. These blades can be moved around and split the pole up like tentacles and can extend to lengths of up to fifty feet. Each pole can be controlled separately from each other. Hidden inside the poles is the actual part of the blade. It is a triangular prism that extends out. Although it is not as flexible as the poles and cannot bend in any direction, it can still extend out straight fifty feet. This triangle can be seen on all of Dahmer's victims that fell to his blade. It's his calling card.
As mentioned above, Dahmer's Zanpakuto consists of fifty poles that can move around like stiff tentacles in any direction and can extend up to fifty feet. This is his first ability in shikai, the moving and extension of his zanpakuto.
His main shikai ability is to summon voodoo dolls. In order for these voodoo dolls to activate, Namami must first have a taste of the opponent's blood. No, these dolls do not allow Dahmer to take control of the enemy. The blood of his enemy is what brings the doll to life. The limit to this ability is ten dolls and he can only create a new doll when he strikes the opponent again. (for each strike, a doll forms). Since the blood in the dolls is tied to the blood of the opponent, the dolls will attack only the person with matching DNA. (Image of doll can be found in bankai) These dolls can be destroyed, but only by the one who's blood is used and it harms the person who's blood is used when it is destroyed. These are not fatal wounds, just minor pains like muscle contractions or the feeling of a knife going through the stomach. No real physical injury, but can hinder the opponent slightly. For a little side note, these dolls are made up of real skin, not cloth. They also use their teeth and claws that are made up of needles to attack.
Since the ability above cannot always be used, Namami has granted Dahmer access to one other ability. This ability allows Dahmer to manipulate needles. Whenever he swings his blade, he can launch off thousands of tiny pin needles that move at the same speed as a bullet shot from a gun. This speed allows them to pierce through anything and if hit in a proper spot can kill an opponent. If this ability hits, then Dahmer's has a new pincushion to keep and play with.
Zanpakotu (Bankai) Description
Dahmer's new appearance:
Zanpakuto's new appearance:
Dahmer's zanpakuto experiences no physical change in its appearance. However, it retains its ability to extend as mentioned in the shikai but it can reach up to 200 feet now.
The first ability is the extension of his blade as mentioned in the shikai with the exception that it can now extend up to 200 feet now.
Dahmer's second ability is known as the red thread that binds. Dahmer is able to place up threads around everywhere that are nearly invisible, but still glisten in the sun from the right angle. This thread is extremely hot and can cause third degree burns in the part of the flesh that is touched. By the end of the battle, depending on how open the area is and how soon the opponent notices the thread and cut them, the area will be covered with the red threads restricting the opponent's movements. Dahmer does not have to physically place these threads himself. His zanpakuto does it while it is attacking the opponent, all it has to do is touch two surfaces in order to stick.
These threads can easily be cut if they are seen.
Dahmer's dolls are still around as well. He still needs the blood of the opponent in order to create them, but now for everytime his zanpakuto gets the blood of his opponent, two dolls are created. Whenever they are struck by whoever's blood fuels them, the same cut will show up on the attacker. Of course, these would obviously not be as severe. If they cut the dolls arm off, their arm isn't going to fall off, too. They will just have a cut in a circle around their arm. The dolls are now capable of moving at the speed of a shunpo. If there is a doll on the field when he uses bankai, the doll will instantly duplicate.
Dahmer's final ability is the ability to control the pins. Instead of having to swing in the direction he wants the needles to fly, he can make them form out of thin air or even pop out of the ground. The amount of needles is still the same, though and he can only create three out of thin air at a time. He can still swing his blade to launch them after he reaches the three limit, allowing him a total of four.
Hollow Mask and Inner Hollow
Inner Hollow Description:
Inner Hollow Personality:
Dahmer's inner hollow is equally as demented as Dahmer himself. However, he is not as mentally strong as Dahmer is, thus why Dahmer defeated him so easily. For the most part, the inner hollow is silent, even more so than Namami, and never really says a word. He does not try and put up a fight against Dahmer from fear of what he may do to him.
Hollow Mask Appearance:
Dahmer's mask is quite unique. His mask is made up of the flesh of all of his victims. Each time he devours someone, a patch from their skin shows up. His mask constantly changes in appearance, but it is pretty much skin sowed together.
Cero, bala, Gran Rey Cero, and Garganta
Shinigami Skill Level- Kidou: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Shinigami Skill Level- Swordsmanship: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Hollow Skill Level- Sonido: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Hollow Skill Level- Cero/Bala: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Skill Level- Hand-to-Hand: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Dahmer was born in West Allis, Wisconsin, the son of Joyce Annette (née Flint) and Lionel Herbert Dahmer, an analytical chemist. Seven years later, his brother David was born. Joyce Dahmer reportedly had a difficult pregnancy with her elder son. When he was eight years old, he moved with his family to Bath, Ohio. Dahmer's early childhood was normal, but he grew increasingly withdrawn and uncommunicative between the ages of 10 and 15, showing little interest in any hobbies or social interactions. He biked around his neighborhood looking for dead animals, which he dissected at home, going so far as to put a dog's head on a stake. Dahmer began drinking in his teens and was an alcoholic by the time of his high-school graduation.
In 1977, Lionel and Joyce Dahmer divorced. Dahmer attended Ohio State University, but dropped out after one quarter, having failed to attend most of his classes. He was drunk for the majority of the term. Dahmer's father then forced him to enlist in the Army. Dahmer did well at first, but he was discharged after two years because of his alcoholism. When the Army discharged Dahmer in 1981, it provided him with a plane ticket to anywhere in the country. Dahmer told police he could not go home to face his father, so he headed to Miami Beach, Florida, because he was "tired of the cold". He spent most of his time there at a hospital, but was kicked out shortly after for drinking. After coming home he continued to drink heavily, and he was arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct later in 1981.
In 1982, Dahmer moved in with his grandmother in West Allis, where he lived for six years. During this time, his behavior grew increasingly strange. His grandmother once found a fully dressed male mannequin in his closet; Dahmer had stolen it from a store. On another occasion, she found a .357 Magnum under his bed. Terrible smells came from the basement; Dahmer told his father that he had brought home a dead squirrel and dissolved it with chemicals. He was arrested twice for indecent exposure, in 1982 and 1986; in his second offense, he masturbated in front of two boys.
In summer 1988, Dahmer's grandmother asked him to move out because of his late nights, his strange behavior, and the foul smells from the basement. He then found an apartment on Milwaukee's West side, closer to his job at the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory. On September 26, 1988, one day after moving into his apartment, he was arrested for drugging and sexually fondling a 13-year-old boy in Milwaukee named Somsack Sinthasomphone. He was sentenced to five years probation and one year in a work release camp. He was required to register as a sex offender. Dahmer was paroled from the work release camp two months early, and he soon moved into a new apartment. Shortly thereafter, he began a string of murders that ended with his arrest in 1991.
Jeffrey Dahmer committed his first murder in the summer of 1978. While still living in his father's house, and with his family away, Dahmer picked up a hitchhiker named Steven Hicks. He offered to drink beer with him back at his father's house and planned to have sex with him. Dahmer bludgeoned Hicks to death with a barbell, later saying he had committed the crime because "the guy wanted to leave and I didn't want him to." Dahmer buried the body in the backyard. Nine years passed until Dahmer claimed his next victim, Steven Tuomi. After the Tuomi murder, Dahmer continued to kill sporadically; two more murders in 1988, and another in early 1989, usually picking up his victims in gay bars and having sex with them before killing them. He kept the skull of his 1989 victim, Anthony Sears, until he was caught.
In May 1990, he moved out of his grandmother's house for the last time and into the apartment that later became infamous: Apartment 213, 924 North 25th Street, Milwaukee. Dahmer picked up the pace of his killing: four more murders before the end of 1990, two more in February and April 1991, and another in May 1991.
In the early morning hours of May 27, 1991, 14-year-old Konerak Sinthasomphone (by coincidence, the younger brother of the boy whom Dahmer had molested) was discovered on the street, wandering naked, heavily under the influence of drugs and bleeding from his rectum. Two young women from the neighborhood found the dazed boy and called 911. Dahmer chased his victim down and tried to take him away, but the women stopped him. Dahmer told police that Sinthasomphone was his 19-year-old boyfriend, and that they had an argument while drinking. Against the protests of the two women who had called 911, police turned him over to Dahmer. They later reported smelling a strange scent while inside Dahmer's apartment, but did not investigate it. The smell was the body of Tony Hughes, Dahmer's previous victim, decomposing in the bedroom. The two policemen did not make any attempt to verify Sinthasomphone's age and failed to run a background check that would have revealed Dahmer was a convicted child molester still under probation. Later that night, Dahmer killed and dismembered Sinthasomphone, keeping his skull as a souvenir.
By summer 1991, Dahmer was murdering approximately one person each week. He killed Matt Turner on June 30, Jeremiah Weinberger on July 5, Oliver Lacy on July 12, and finally Joseph Brandehoft on July 19. Dahmer got the idea that he could create "zombies" of his victims, and attempted to do so by drilling holes into their skulls and injecting hydrochloric acid or boiling water into the frontal lobe area of their brains with a large syringe. Other residents of the Oxford Apartments complex noticed terrible smells coming from Apartment 213, as well as the thumps of falling objects and the occasional buzzing of a power saw.
On July 22, 1991, Dahmer lured another man, Tracy Edwards, into his home. According to the would-be victim, Dahmer struggled with Edwards in order to handcuff him, but ultimately failed to cuff his wrists together. Wielding a large butcher knife, Dahmer forced Edwards into the bedroom, where Edwards saw pictures of mangled bodies on the wall and noticed the terrible smell coming from a large blue barrel. Edwards punched him in the face, kicked him in the stomach, ran for the door and escaped. Running through the streets, with the handcuffs still hanging from one hand, Edwards waved for help to a police car driven by Robert Rauth and Rolf Mueller of the Milwaukee police department. Edwards led police back to Dahmer's apartment, where Dahmer at first acted friendly to the officers. However, Edwards remembered that the knife Dahmer had threatened him with was in the bedroom. When one of the officers checked the bedroom, he saw the photographs of mangled bodies, and called for his partner to arrest Dahmer. As one officer subdued Dahmer, the other opened the refrigerator and found a human head. Further searching of the apartment revealed three more severed heads, multiple photographs of murdered victims and human remains, severed hands and penises, and photographs of dismembered victims and human remains in his refrigerator.
The story of Dahmer's arrest and the inventory in his apartment quickly gained notoriety: several corpses were stored in acid-filled vats, and implements for the construction of an altar of candles and human skulls were found in his closet. Accusations soon surfaced that Dahmer had practiced necrophilia and cannibalism. Seven skulls were found in the apartment. A human heart was found in the freezer.
Jeffrey Dahmer was indicted on 17 murder charges, later reduced to 15. Dahmer was not charged in the attempted murder of Edwards. His trial began on January 30, 1992. With evidence overwhelmingly against him, Dahmer pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity. The trial lasted two weeks. The court found Dahmer sane and guilty on 15 counts of murder and sentenced him to 15 life terms, totaling 957 years in prison. At his sentencing hearing, Dahmer expressed remorse for his actions, and said that he wished for his own death. In May of that year, Dahmer was extradited to Ohio, where he entered a plea of guilty for the murder of his first victim, Steven Hicks.
Imprisonment and death
Dahmer served his time at the Columbia Correctional Institution in Portage, Wisconsin, where he ultimately declared himself a born-again Christian. This conversion occurred after viewing evangelical material sent to him by his father.Roy Ratcliff, a local preacher from the Churches of Christ, met with Dahmer and agreed to baptize him.
“ If you don't--if a person doesn't think that there is a God to be accountable to, then--then what's--what's the point of--of trying to modify your behavior to keep it within acceptable ranges? That's how I thought anyway. I always believed the theory of evolution as truth, that we all just came from the slime. When we--when we died, you know, that was it, there is nothing, and I've since come to believe that the Lord Jesus Christ is truly God, and I believe that I, as well as everyone else, will be accountable to him. ”
Dahmer was attacked twice in prison, the first time in July 1994. After attending a church service in the prison chapel, an inmate attempted to slash Dahmer's throat with a razor blade. Dahmer escaped the incident with superficial wounds. While on work detail in the prison gym, Dahmer and another inmate, Jesse Anderson, were severely beaten by fellow inmate Christopher Scarver with a bar from a weight machine on November 28, 1994. Dahmer died of severe head trauma while on his way to the hospital in an ambulance. Anderson died two days later from his wounds. Dahmer's brain was retained for study.
Upon learning of his death, Dahmer's mother, Joyce Flint, responded angrily to the media, "Now is everybody happy? Now that he's bludgeoned to death, is that good enough for everyone?" The response of the families of Dahmer's victims were mixed, although it appears most were pleased with his death. The District Attorney who prosecuted Dahmer cautioned against turning Scarver into a folk hero, noting that Dahmer's death was still murder.
After the murders, the Oxford Apartments at 924 North 25th Street were demolished; the site is now a vacant lot. Plans to convert the site into a memorial garden failed to materialize.
In 1994, Lionel Dahmer published a book, A Father's Story, and donated a portion of the proceeds from his book to the victims and their families. Most of the families showed support for Lionel Dahmer and his wife, Shari. He has retired from his career as an analytical chemist and resides with his wife in Medina County, Ohio. Lionel Dahmer is an advocate for creationism, and his wife was a member of the board of the Medina County Ohio Horseman's Council. Both continue to carry the name Dahmer and say they love Jeffrey despite his crimes. Lionel Dahmer's first wife, Joyce (Flint), died of cancer in 2000 at the age of 64. She was later buried in Atlanta, Georgia. Dahmer's younger brother David changed his last name and lives in anonymity.
Dahmer's estate was awarded to the families of 11 of his victims who had sued for damages. In 1996, Thomas Jacobson, a lawyer representing eight of the families, announced a planned auction of Dahmer's estate to raise up to $1 million, sparking controversy. A civic group, Milwaukee Civic Pride, was quickly established in an effort to raise the funds to purchase and destroy Dahmer's possessions. The group pledged $407,225, including a $100,000 gift by Milwaukee real estate developer Joseph Zilber, for purchase of Dahmer's estate; five of the eight families represented by Jacobson agreed to the terms, and Dahmer's possessions were destroyed.
In January 2007, evidence surfaced potentially linking Dahmer to Adam Walsh's 1981 abduction and murder in Florida. However, Adam's father, John Walsh, believed that another serial killer, Ottis Toole, committed the crime. When interviewed about Adam Walsh in the early 1990s, Dahmer repeatedly denied involvement in the crime. In 2008, Florida police declared the Walsh case closed, naming Toole, who died in prison in 1996, as the killer.
Jeffrey Dahmer grew up like any other Shinigami. The gates of hell had managed to miss him when he was set free by a zanpakuto. However, he remained completely demented. The Shinigami Academy refused to accept him even though his power was tremendous. So, he turned to a different source of training. After stealing the zanpakuto of a shinigami who had attacked him, he ate him flesh and all. With his newly acquired zanpakuto, he left Soul Society through a garganta that was created by a mischief hollow attacking the citizens of Rukongai. After breaking through the garganta, he found himself in Hueco Mundo. The hollow inhabitants mistook him for a shinigami aimed at killing him and attacked him. However, an arrancar showed up and helped him knowing he was not a shinigami based on the way he dressed. The arrancar ran the other hollow off and became Dahmer's knew master. He trained him in combat, a result of which forced Dahmer to fight violently. Even though he was not training amongst Shinigami, he managed to learn the name of his stolen zanpakuto as if it were his own. He thus achieved bankai eventually. However, this power was not enough for him. He needed more and went to his arrancar master. The arrancar knew exactly how he could become more powerful, but it would nearly kill the shinigami. However, Dahmer did not care and demanded it be done. The arrancar shot a small cero beam directly through his chest, and thus his inner hollow was born.
As soon as the cero shot through Dahmer's chest, he began to transform into a hollow. However, he managed to subdue the hollow inside him rather quickly. It is rumored that the inner hollow himself was so terrified that he surrendered. However, only Dahmer knows the truth. He trained with his arrancar master day in and day out as he worked with gaining further control of his hollow mask and learning how to control cero. The arrancar was even managed to teach Dahmer to use a Gran Rey Cero. Dahmer continues to train harder and harder in order to become stronger and is now capable of controlling his inner hollow with ease and can maintain his hollow mask for long periods of time.
Role Play Sample:
Black clouds filled the sky as it was storming on this cold winter night. Glints of the full moon hid behind the black blanket, popping his face out every once in a while just to check in. All of the city's lights were off, including the street lights. They had just experienced a black out from a bolt of lightning striking the power generator for the town. The thunder roared through the city and flashes of lightning flickered as it lit up Karakura on its own. The overflow of water on the streets rushed quickly down the gutters and into the sewers beneath. A gust of wind picked up as it blew the trash that people threw on the ground mistaking it for a trash can. The wind was cold, enough to send chills down someone's back, make the hairs on their neck stand up and turn their face red. It was pitch black, not a soul to be found. Who would be foolish enough to go out in the chilling rain at night when there's a black out? In fact, there were two people who were foolish enough to go out in the dark. One more foolish than the other. This is the story of an innocent bystander in a hurry back home from the hospital running into a serial killer on the prowl and with a lust for blood.
As the water continued flow down into the gutters on the curbs of the street, a strange dye appeared out of nowhere. The water had turned a pinkish red and was very thick. But this was impossible, rain was not red, it was clear. The red was not coming from the rain, in fact, there was a small stream of the red water that came from the street corner. In the dim light that the moon provided through the clouds, a shadowy figure could be seen squatting over another that seemed to be sleeping. Was this man weeping, was he mourning over the death of a friend? The water running down his face would hide any trace of a tear and make it impossible to know if the man was sad. However, the illusion of any remorse was soon broken as the man lifted his head up to face the sky and screamed, blood running down his neck. Blood was all over his mouth and hanging off of his lip would appear to be an aortic pump from the body that lay before him. He slurped it up as if it were a noodle. As he swallowed the organ piece, you could see it slide down his throat. The man licked the blood off of his lips and using his hand wiped the blood that ran down his neck and began to lick his fingers. "Truly delicious, my friend. What's your secret?" he asks as he reaches into her chest again and pulls her whole heart out. "I bet you work out." he said with a menacing smile. Blood dripped from his hand as he held the slightly beating heart in the palm of his hand. His jaw dropped as he moved the heart in closer to his mouth. As he bit down into the tissue, a squishing sound could faintly be heard and blood squirted every-which-way. Blood now covered his hand down to his forearm and was all over his face. This man was not bothered by this terrifying scene at all, in fact he gave him an adrenaline rush as he shouted with a sense of an orgasm into the midnight sky. The rain drops hit his face and washed the blood off as the stream of pink water became a darker red with more blood added.
As the man finished consuming the human heart, he looked down into the gaping hole that he had created in this pathetic human's chest. It was bare, no more organs, no more meet. With a scowl, he stood up from the body and wiped his mouth of the sleeve of his jacket as he kicked the body and it rolled over onto its stomach. The water was now crimson as the rest of the blood poured out from the chest. He began to walk away from the corpse as he stopped in his tracks. The rain beat down on his blood stained skin as he seemed to be thinking. "I almost forgot!" he said as he slapped his forehead and proceeded to walk back over to the body. Rolling the corpse back over on its back, he stuck his blade to the forehead of the limp body as he carved a triangle patch of skin and placed it in his pocket. He then went back along his path. As he rounded the corner, he began to sense an eerie spiritual pressure. It did not frighten him, nothing really frightened this man, especially not after all that he has seen and all that he has done in his lives. However, he grew suspicious. He continued to look over his shoulder to check behind him as he felt as if someone was following him. He rounded another corner as the reiatsu began to grow stronger and stronger as he continued to walker further in the direction he was moving. "Who's out there!? Show yourself, coward!" His words were very ironic, calling someone else a coward after he had just attacked a defenseless woman from behind and killed her. "Enough of your games! I know you're out there, come out an face me, I could go for another bite!" he called out into the pitch black darkness that was dimly lit by the moon.
The man grasped the hilt of his zanpakuto tightly as he waited for the person to show themselves. He stood still as his hair and clothes became wetter and wetter by the second. There was not an inch of his body that was dry anymore. It was as if he had dived into a pull with all of his clothes on. The rain continued to pour down and began to grow stronger and heavier. Some of the drops of rain were partially frozen from the temperature, but they were not frozen enough to be hail. It was more of a slush. And the man just stood there, as if it were a beautiful sunny day, as if the temperature did not affect him. Goosebumps rose on the back of his neck from the chilling touch of the rain drops, though. His breath was made visible as well as he was breathing through his mouth. His fist clenched in his free hand and the hand that was on his hilt became tighter as well. Then, the stranger appeared out of nowhere in front of him. The man stood in the shadows and so the serial killer could not quite make out who or what the being in front of him was. "Who are you?" he asked as continued to hold onto his zanpakuto. "Answer me!" he called out once more as he paused and waited for a response.
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