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Alright, here's this freak's reference. I do like how his fox form turned out...he looks fairly innocent for a completely insane serial killer, and even in his human form if it weren't for the assorted tools on his belt or the knife he wouldn't be that freaky, either. But don't trust him. You may end up lacking some fairly important internal organs.

"You know, those internal organs of yours?"

"Well, yes."

"Say anything else and they'll be external."

Pfft, oh Ian and Ambrose. You can't get the two of them together, bad things happens. (They're brothers, btw, Ambrose changed his name from Rosenkreutz, he changed his first name, too).

The burns are from where his wack sister dumped acid on him. I mean, he did kill some chick, but really, his sister was already out of her mind, Ambrose really shouldn't have been going to her for help. Eh, he doesn't make very good decisions.

I screwed up his shoes and his ear is placed too far up on his head, bleck.

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Name: Ambrose T. Winchester
Nickname:Ambrose, Jack the Ripper, the Whitechapel Murderer
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 155 lbs.
Species: Human/ Red Fox (Platinum Silver variation) shifter
Nationality: Born in Russia, but raised in England
Orientation: Unknown, assumed either asexual or homosexual (He’s not interested in women in that way.)
Status: Single, and probably forever will be.
Occupation: Former surgeon, now a serial killer.
Personality:

Ambrose can’t be necessarily dubbed a psychopath, but he’s close. His emotions are strange, confusing to most people, and he’s quite difficult to understand. To most, he seems like a traditional Victorian gentleman; suave, sophisticated, well spoken, a total lady killer. He’s polite and extremely persuasive and manipulative, and is quite good at convincing people to do what he wants.

Underneath his debonair disguise, however, something much more sinister lurks. He’s very easily made angry, and even if he won’t show it, you had better watch yourself if you offend him. He’s truly apathetic to most people, and has a hard time actually connecting to people and doesn’t seem to get how normal people’s brains work. Speaking of that, he’s always been interested in figuring out how things work. It’s partially because of this he initially became a surgeon and went to medical school…although no one expected his medical knowledge to take such a brutal turn.

He also can’t seem to be able to feel remorse for any of his actions, and never seems guilty about much of anything, especially the murders he ever so brutally commits. He’s intelligent, cunning and good at staying secretive and never letting anyone know anything about his true self. He’s also a misogynist and unfairly hates women because of things that happened in his past.

History:

Ambrose was born in Russia, and lived there for about six years until his mother for some reason gave him up and gave him to a family from London, England. He lived in England for many years, growing up with a decent childhood, although he always wondered why his mother didn’t want him anymore. After school, he went to medical school and about eight years later became a surgeon, and quickly got to be well known and acclaimed across England.

Everything changed when he was attacked by five men while heading home from work one night. Beaten to a bloody pulp and left for dead, he wandered, delirious, through the streets until a young woman named Victoria found him and brought him back to her home. When he came to again, he was so enraged about what had happened to him, he killed her without even thinking about his actions.

For once, he felt guilty. He went to the only person he knew enough to go to, his sister. He told her everything. She wasn’t very happy to see him, especially after he confessed about the whole situation. His sister was a particularly dangerous schizophrenic, and acted on her strange urges. So she tried to murder him…with sulfuric acid.

After these couple of incidents he realized he deeply hated most people, especially women like his mother who hated him enough to get rid of him, and a sister who wouldn’t understand what he was going through and instead tried to kill him. He got his payback on her eventually, although. He recovered and went back to his work, although he had picked up a side job after a while; now, he’s both a surgeon and a serial killer.

Other:

His hobbies include discovering how things work, collecting completely nonsensical things such as books on anatomy or replica animal skeletons (and quite a few real ones, too) and the like and putting them strategically around his home, painting, going to dinner parties and other get-togethers, and, well, killing people. He also has a lot of fun taunting the police trying to catch him, with letters and tactically placed clues.

His favorite colors are red and blue, and he’s always liked animals more than people, his favorite animals being dogs of basically any sort. He has taken a liking to most types of tea, his favorite being Earl Grey, although coffee absolutely disgusts him, unless it’s for painting with. He can also play the violin quite well, and although he can play orchestral pieces, he’ll always prefer fiddling.

Description
Alright, here's this freak's reference. I do like how his fox form turned out...he looks fairly innocent for a completely insane serial killer, and even in his human form if it weren't for the assorted tools on his belt or the knife he wouldn't be that freaky, either. But don't trust him. You may end up lacking some fairly important internal organs.

"You know, those internal organs of yours?"

"Well, yes."

"Say anything else and they'll be external."

Pfft, oh Ian and Ambrose. You can't get the two of them together, bad things happens. (They're brothers, btw, Ambrose changed his name from Rosenkreutz, he changed his first name, too).

The burns are from where his wack sister dumped acid on him. I mean, he did kill some chick, but really, his sister was already out of her mind, Ambrose really shouldn't have been going to her for help. Eh, he doesn't make very good decisions.

I screwed up his shoes and his ear is placed too far up on his head, bleck.

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Name: Ambrose T. Winchester
Nickname:Ambrose, Jack the Ripper, the Whitechapel Murderer
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 5’ 10”
Weight: 155 lbs.
Species: Human/ Red Fox (Platinum Silver variation) shifter
Nationality: Born in Russia, but raised in England
Orientation: Unknown, assumed either asexual or homosexual (He’s not interested in women in that way.)
Status: Single, and probably forever will be.
Occupation: Former surgeon, now a serial killer.
Personality:

Ambrose can’t be necessarily dubbed a psychopath, but he’s close. His emotions are strange, confusing to most people, and he’s quite difficult to understand. To most, he seems like a traditional Victorian gentleman; suave, sophisticated, well spoken, a total lady killer. He’s polite and extremely persuasive and manipulative, and is quite good at convincing people to do what he wants.

Underneath his debonair disguise, however, something much more sinister lurks. He’s very easily made angry, and even if he won’t show it, you had better watch yourself if you offend him. He’s truly apathetic to most people, and has a hard time actually connecting to people and doesn’t seem to get how normal people’s brains work. Speaking of that, he’s always been interested in figuring out how things work. It’s partially because of this he initially became a surgeon and went to medical school…although no one expected his medical knowledge to take such a brutal turn.

He also can’t seem to be able to feel remorse for any of his actions, and never seems guilty about much of anything, especially the murders he ever so brutally commits. He’s intelligent, cunning and good at staying secretive and never letting anyone know anything about his true self. He’s also a misogynist and unfairly hates women because of things that happened in his past.

History:

Ambrose was born in Russia, and lived there for about six years until his mother for some reason gave him up and gave him to a family from London, England. He lived in England for many years, growing up with a decent childhood, although he always wondered why his mother didn’t want him anymore. After school, he went to medical school and about eight years later became a surgeon, and quickly got to be well known and acclaimed across England.

Everything changed when he was attacked by five men while heading home from work one night. Beaten to a bloody pulp and left for dead, he wandered, delirious, through the streets until a young woman named Victoria found him and brought him back to her home. When he came to again, he was so enraged about what had happened to him, he killed her without even thinking about his actions.

For once, he felt guilty. He went to the only person he knew enough to go to, his sister. He told her everything. She wasn’t very happy to see him, especially after he confessed about the whole situation. His sister was a particularly dangerous schizophrenic, and acted on her strange urges. So she tried to murder him…with sulfuric acid.

After these couple of incidents he realized he deeply hated most people, especially women like his mother who hated him enough to get rid of him, and a sister who wouldn’t understand what he was going through and instead tried to kill him. He got his payback on her eventually, although. He recovered and went back to his work, although he had picked up a side job after a while; now, he’s both a surgeon and a serial killer.

Other:

His hobbies include discovering how things work, collecting completely nonsensical things such as books on anatomy or replica animal skeletons (and quite a few real ones, too) and the like and putting them strategically around his home, painting, going to dinner parties and other get-togethers, and, well, killing people. He also has a lot of fun taunting the police trying to catch him, with letters and tactically placed clues.

His favorite colors are red and blue, and he’s always liked animals more than people, his favorite animals being dogs of basically any sort. He has taken a liking to most types of tea, his favorite being Earl Grey, although coffee absolutely disgusts him, unless it’s for painting with. He can also play the violin quite well, and although he can play orchestral pieces, he’ll always prefer fiddling.