The Cracks in our Knowledge (Closed OxO | 18+, Rated R, Mature Audiences Only)

(Ahhh— hmm. . . I might just use one of my already made charcter and spice them up-)

Name: Samuel Benedict Starr-Blacarrow
Age: Approx. 25
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Eyes) Jade green with hints of gold and light brown
Hair) Sandy blond, again with the hints of gold and light brown.
Skin) lightly tanned.
Height) 5’9”
Weight) 156lbs
Body Type) lean
Personality: Sam takes cruel pleasure in anything to do with pain. But not his own, he finds his own pain horrific. The siting of it, and. The lash it takes through his body terrifies him.
The pain he finds amusing and pleasing is the pain of others. The screams of others are like sweet music to his ears.
Most of the time.
He has a split personality, how else has he been able to hide who he is for so long? His other side is the nice young man everyone thinks he is, with his dark street of humor, and joy of learning.
Inside his mind is a constant battle for control, but sometimes, his insane side gives up the fight, mostly when Sam is in public and doesn’t want the Insane side found out.
Likes:
-Maiming and Roturing; He loves watch the blood well up around the wounds and the screams of pian
-Killing; After he's had his fun, he'll take one more pleasure and watch the light fade from their eyes.
-(Sane Sam) Dark Jokes; He has a darker sense of humor and loves to use it.
Dislikes:
-Resilient People; He hates people/animals that don't scream, and will usually end up Killing them right away.
-Health; He likes his victims to start healthy, but he Likes to make them sick to watch the suffer and see what the diseases will do to them.
-(Sane Sam) The Smell of Festern Wounds; Though this is something Insane Sam likes to an extent, Sane Sam cannot deal with it and will do whatever he can to not be around it.
Hobbies:
-Killing; Killing is his second most pleasure, beneath torturing.
-Hunting; No, not for food, but for sport. He enjoys hunting human and making them run before he catches them.
-Weapon Making; This is another San Sam thing, though he probably shouldn’t do it, fr its providing weapons for his Insane side, he still enjoys making the weapons themselves.
Talents: (All of these ar for Sane Sam)
-Singing; Sane Sam has a knack for it, he can just sing
-Black Smithing; Making weapons is something he enjoys to do, and it comes naturally to him.
-Healing Knowledge; Sane Sam loves helping people in pain, but Insane Sam uses this knowledge to keep his victims alive longer.
Fears:
-Sedatiphobia; Fear of silence
-Being caught in the things he’s done. (Sane Sam i afrond of gett8ing caught, not so much Insane Sam)
Conditions-
Mental: He has MPD, suffering from 2/3 of him being insane and 1/3 of him being Sane, his two sides are constantly at war with eachother.
Physical: N/A
Background: WIP, but pretty much what was laid out in the prompt.
<strong Other:</strong> N/A

(I dont have five more hours, but he'll become more fleshed out in the morning.)

(Abyways, I'm down to start whenever you are, I just don't wanna start, I don't have the time and I know I'll do way to many typo's)

(What does that mean?)

(I should-I totally should- I'm going to bed in a few moments. Still waiting on a few things)

(Who’s going to start, cause honestly, I hove no idea how to start)
(Edit: I also finished adding my details to Sam)

(That's fine. Take your time! Creativity mus not be rushed)

(Ugh, out of my comfort zone, so I'll di.my best-)

Sam was crouched over a squirrel, humming to himself as he worked, winding if this time. This time, it would work. After a few moments of folding around, the squirrel finally died and disappointment flashed across his face and then he kicked the dead animal away, scoring at it.

So, he couldn't speed up the animals heart rate and make it more get to its suroundings. He'd just killed it. But that was fine too. As well as the squirrel's pain. He could delight in that as well.

He looks around, wondering if he should give up for the day or keep trying.

Sam frowns at the dead squirrel, his expression changing slightly from anger and disappointment to sorrow and pain for just a second before flashing back. He slides his hands into his pokets, walking away from the dead animal and grumbling softly to himself.

Maybe next he'd try to work on speeding the heart uo, but not so fast next time.

Sam blinks, stepping back and staying silent. He looked the woman in front of him. Black hair, pale skin. He frowns, "What?"

He wanted to go and take a nap, catch another squirrel and try again. Naps were important. Sleep was important. And then his tests.

Sam scolds at her, "Sorry, sweetheart, I don't just tell random people the things I do." He moves to take a step around her.

He was tired, and he wanted a nap. Talking to random people was not on the plan of the day. Or hour. Sleep was his next objective.

Sam shrugs, “Too bad. I dont want to talon to to you.” He keeps walking, shoving his hands into his pockets. His bed was calling. He was tired. Make this woman go away and leave him in peace.

He looks at her, frowning slightly, staying silent and then looks away again, still walking, keeping his hands on his pockets. He shrugs slightly on response, still going towards home. And his bed.

Sam pauses, "What?" He doesn't turn around, but he did stop walking. He really just wanted to get this over with and go to bed. But he could hear her out.