Name:
Sykes
Hero/Villain Name:
The Ring Master
Age:
24
Height:
6ft 3in
Weight:
145 (gaunt)
Appearance:

Power Source:
Mutation (Psychic)
History:
Sykes was never normal like the other children. Instead of playing in the sun he spent his days in dark corners, hovering over his latest capture as he dissected small creatures he had managed to nab. He loved to watch them squirm as they where cut open and stitched on new parts, creating his own disturbing form of art.
His parents as well as those around him worried for the child's mental health, and it was suggested that Sykes be taken to happy places with other children, shown what they where like and that hopefully he would pick up and cast out his sick ways.
It just so happened that a few days later a carnival came to town, a small pitiful one at best, but at this point his parents where willing to try anything to save the deteriorating mental health of there only son. At the carnival a travesty happened, during the main big tops circus event a lion got loose from it's cage and slaughtered the ring master before turning on the crowd and chasing down it's screaming victims.
While others ran Sykes stared in amazement, a large smile plastered upon his face as he watched the majestic beast paint the canvas below with the blood of those who ran in fear he could not understand.
A loud bang rang out through the crowd, the animal tamers had shown up and shot the loose beast dead.
Sykes watched as the thing fell... and the killing stopped. His smile slowly began to fade as he realized their would be no more beautiful artwork going on below... that the show had ended.
"But... it... it can't end, the show must go on" he muttered to himself. Clenching his fists tightly he experienced a searing inner pain, he couldn't stand this, why had they stopped the wonderful performance? Why when it had gotten such a spectacular reaction from the crowd? The ground began to shake as the air rippled and literally tore revealing an utter blackness beyond.
Sykes eyes glowed a brilliant white as his psychic powers awoke, surging powerfully and literally ripping the entire carnival from the dimension leaving nothing but a crater behind where it had stood.
Years passed in the dimension, a floating island where the few that had survived the shearing of dimensions had become Sykes thralls and new experiments.
Though with time he grew board, he needed a new audience, new experiments to create freaks for his show... and he would have them... everyone would love his show, the carnival was coming back to town!
Sykes
Hero/Villain Name:
The Ring Master
Age:
24
Height:
6ft 3in
Weight:
145 (gaunt)
Appearance:

Power Source:
Mutation (Psychic)
History:
Sykes was never normal like the other children. Instead of playing in the sun he spent his days in dark corners, hovering over his latest capture as he dissected small creatures he had managed to nab. He loved to watch them squirm as they where cut open and stitched on new parts, creating his own disturbing form of art.
His parents as well as those around him worried for the child's mental health, and it was suggested that Sykes be taken to happy places with other children, shown what they where like and that hopefully he would pick up and cast out his sick ways.
It just so happened that a few days later a carnival came to town, a small pitiful one at best, but at this point his parents where willing to try anything to save the deteriorating mental health of there only son. At the carnival a travesty happened, during the main big tops circus event a lion got loose from it's cage and slaughtered the ring master before turning on the crowd and chasing down it's screaming victims.
While others ran Sykes stared in amazement, a large smile plastered upon his face as he watched the majestic beast paint the canvas below with the blood of those who ran in fear he could not understand.
A loud bang rang out through the crowd, the animal tamers had shown up and shot the loose beast dead.
Sykes watched as the thing fell... and the killing stopped. His smile slowly began to fade as he realized their would be no more beautiful artwork going on below... that the show had ended.
"But... it... it can't end, the show must go on" he muttered to himself. Clenching his fists tightly he experienced a searing inner pain, he couldn't stand this, why had they stopped the wonderful performance? Why when it had gotten such a spectacular reaction from the crowd? The ground began to shake as the air rippled and literally tore revealing an utter blackness beyond.
Sykes eyes glowed a brilliant white as his psychic powers awoke, surging powerfully and literally ripping the entire carnival from the dimension leaving nothing but a crater behind where it had stood.
Years passed in the dimension, a floating island where the few that had survived the shearing of dimensions had become Sykes thralls and new experiments.
Though with time he grew board, he needed a new audience, new experiments to create freaks for his show... and he would have them... everyone would love his show, the carnival was coming back to town!

One of the survivors when Sykes pulled the carnival into another dimension was Demetri Ryan, a 32 year old successful actor that had taken his family out for the evening to the carnival. Once the nightmarish scene of murder began to unfold Dimitri took his family trying to lead them to safety only to see them stomped to death in the fleeing crowd. Overcome with Grief Dimitri hide, eventually found by Sykes and driven to madness as he tore at his own face. When he awoke in a pool of torn skin and his own dried blood caked onto his face he looked into a mirror at the ghastly results of his face... something inside him broke, and whether it was the nature of the twisted dimension Sykes had pulled them into or the manifestation of his own abilities Dimitri quickly found himself partially intangible... grabbing a long sheet and burlap sack he hid his ghastly face from the world as his body began to quickly loose all ability to interact with the physical world. Practicing his abilities he longed to regain his face, in some lost hope that it would bring back the days when he still had a family and happy career... alas even with his quickly developing skills of healing he could not, ironically, effect himself... rather he choose to serve Sykes... hoping his master... the one who had brought him into this nightmare could wake him.
Sykes grew lonely amongst his freaks and set out to sate what every man desired, a partner if for nothing more than to feed his carnal needs. Being a fickle man Sykes captured many women, each holding a quality of his liking... "each is wonderful yet contains flaws that the others make up for with their natural appeal... if only they could trade these flaws for the perfections each other hold" he said looking over the fearful women whom his freaks had brought to him over several months time.