Kasem Amudee || Thailand

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Kasem Amudee You think what you feel is fear? That mindless, everyday panic that hits you when something makes your instincts fire up, your adrenaline flow, send your heart pounding? Then you do not know true fear. True fear comes from the dark, wraps around your heart and makes your blood boil. It is when you see what is not there, when your mind think of a million impossible things and makes them true. And why am I here, telling you this? My friend, I was never here in the first place.

CODE NAME: Thotsaken

Male

34

Asexual

Thai

Criminal Mastermind

Lawless

Physical

172 cm

68 kg

Dark Brown

Hazel

Tan

Medium; athletic

Personal

Kasem is officially diagnosed with psychopathy, and even classifies himself as a psychopath. In all truth, this is exactly what he is. He is incapable of feeling empathy and sympathy for others and is often antisocial. He has a tendency to commit violent and inhumane crimes without feeling any remorse for the victims. He is manipulative and impulsive, willing to risk anything and everything to accomplish what he wants. Oftentimes he does things on a whim just to see what reaction it will get. He’s intelligent in a way that he can pull the strings of almost everyone. He watches them dance to his commands. Kasem’s intellect and wit are two things that aid him in the criminal world. Most of the people in the business are common thugs he can easily use reverse psychology on to do what he wants. He knows what makes people tic, loves to find out what makes people tic. He’s a sweet talker with a superficial charm that lets him gain things he needs when he needs them (or wants; sometimes, he’s just bored). In actuality, everything he does is due to boredom. Kasem is someone who is easily bored, someone who needs the push of adrenaline in his blood or the amusement of a game of his own devising to entertain him. He will play with anyone he finds interesting, though usually the other party is an unwilling and unwitting one. Because they usually do not expect it, as Kasem enjoys surprising others (to see the fear and indecision on their faces, of course), persons of interest have consistently disappointed Kasem (it seems like he’s living in constant disappointment with a childish hope that there will be someone good enough to play his games with him). Kasem is a pathological liar. He lies about so much that it is questionable if he even knows what his own past is any more of if he’s just making it all up. Most things he says, though, hold a lot of truth with the slightest lies to suit his own needs. He forges documents, uses others to wipe any information about him on data disks and flash drives and replaces it with someone else’s picture and name. This is for his own protection (actually, it’s not; it’s so he can keep playing his games and not be interfered with in the middle of his fun). Of course, Kasem hides in plain sight for it’s the most convenient place to hide. Kasem is an actor of the highest caliber. He fools people easily and many are unsuspicious of him because he acts like the most normal person. He flirts, gets excited about things, becomes animated when talking about his interests or the subject of his class, and is often found participating in activities such as getting together with others to cheer for sports or just for a drink. To his pupils at the university, he’s the kind and compassionate teacher they can go to for help or advice. He’s ‘sympathetic’ and his psychology classes (chosen for completely ironic purposes on Kasem’s part) are enjoyed by a majority of the student body as he makes them “interesting” and “exciting”. Unpredictable, as usual, Kasem gets slight joy out of surprising his students (though it’s not nearly as fun). To his fellow teachers, he is the fun-loving man who laughs easily and refuses to take himself seriously. Not only is he known for that, but he’s infamous among the school for his constant smiling. Kasem is always smiling. Hardly a day goes by when he doesn’t have a grin on his face, one that reaches his eyes and his mannerisms so that people know he’s not faking it. He smiles all the time because he can, because he feels like doing so. His eyes light up in the most peculiar way when something catches his interest, and if he’s wearing a small smile it grows until it’s the most prominent part of his expression. This smile is dangerous. He is a menacing person, fierce in his ways and independent in everything he does. He won’t take orders because they don’t suite his wants. He runs things his own way, even if it means toppling a fellow criminal organization to have a little bit of fun. Throughout it all, he is smiling an innocent smile, the very same one he smile every day (the one that reaches his eyes). Many that he talks to are often intimidated by this smile, especially when Kasem is negotiating. His skill at negotiation is one he abuses often, for making compromises tend to lean in his favor. He lets the other person state their requirements, then manipulates the conversation until the “compromise” consists of everything Kasem will need out of the other party, requiring no effort on his part to give in return. At face value, Kasem seems harmless. He is everything but. He is ruthless, a talented fighter, and even the slightest bit insane with little to no care of his own state. He only wishes to keep up appearances. But, he is secretive and is unlikely to see someone face to face. In the criminal world, his name is one uttered in fear and hushed whispers, and he wishes to keep it that way. Close to no one knows his face, and the unknown enemy is the most frightening there is. Kasem, well versed in psychology, knows this and uses it to his advantage. In the end, no one is safe.

Likes

Dislikes

But wait, he’s a psychopath. Psychopaths don’t like things, right? Of course not. They like things just as much as the next person and Kasem is no exception. • Pad Thai: In his home country of Thailand, this was his favorite dish, especially when it was made so spicy it burned his mouth. He’s often found cooking it and adding more spices than any sane person would. He has it at least three times a week, though this is rare and he often has it more times than that (as spicy as he can possibly make it). • Elephants: Kasem loves elephants. He thinks elephants are the best animals out there and sometimes wishes he had his own pet elephant. A whimsical wish, sure, but even psychopaths can dream. • Games: Any and all games, from video games to board games and even the dangerous games where one might not get out alive. His favorites are the latter, though usually he is the game master and others his unwilling players. He enjoys both partaking and conducting games, though. Either is good to him. • James Moriarty: Ever since he first read about the character on the internet, Kasem has become obsessed. He read all the stories that featured Moriarty, didn’t bother to read anything else. He wants to be a real-life James Moriarty, a criminal mastermind controlling a web all from the comfort of his university classroom. • Asian Dramas: Hey, everyone’s got their guilty pleasures. Kasem really likes Asian dramas, if only to laugh at even the saddest of them. They amuse him to no end, but he’s no judge of the writing itself. Just the acting. • Fighting: He’s pretty good at it himself and enjoys punching someone in the face every once in a while. His small stature doesn’t make him the most intimidating opponent, but he’s prepared to give anyone hell. He’s not just a fighter. He’s a practitioner of Muay Thai. • Classical music: Kasem really likes classical music. He finds it fascinating and brilliant, as well as peaceful. Though he does give it a frightful twist to accompany it.

• Bland food: No flavor? God, that’s disgusting. Everything should have spices or some sort of flavoring, in Kasem’s opinion. Bland foods are dull and boring. And they taste awful too. They should not be liked, only tolerated. • Loud music/Rap music: What’s the point of saying a string of sentences as fast as humanly possible to a shitty beat anyway? Kasem doesn’t know and neither does he care. As long as he doesn’t have to listen to it, he’s fine with anyone who enjoys these two types of music. Personally for him, though, if it’s not classical it needs to go. • Romance: He has absolutely no interest and will turn down almost anyone who asks him out. He can only feign interest, but the moment someone actually approaches him he can’t help but roll his eyes in the most dramatic fashion. He thinks it’s cheerier in real life than it is in the movies. • Compliment fishers: Just, no. They can burn and Kasem would greatly enjoy being the one to burn them. Perhaps skin them too. Their charred skins might look nice hanging off some important building. They’re probably the most annoying people in the existence of humanity, right after to door-to-door preachers. • Too much empathy: There is a reason survival of the fittest exists, and if someone isn’t smart or fit enough to keep themselves alive on their own then no one should help them stay alive. Kasem likes to say he’s doing people a favor by thinning out the herd. He finds people who are too empathetic to be annoying as well. Perhaps it’d actually be better to get rid of them instead of everyone else.

Dreams

Fears

• Curing his boredom: Kasem suffers from boredom. Immense boredom, in fact. Games are only fun when he’s challenged. He doesn’t take as much pleasure watching people run around like mice as he used to and finds himself wistful and more murderous than usual. Getting through days at the college is becoming more difficult and managing his boredom is a hard task. Kasem hopes to one day permanently rid himself of boredom. • Finding a Sherlock: Kasem’s ultimate goal; finding someone to play his games with, someone that will challenge him enough that he finally has fun and stops being bored forever. Of all the aspirations he has, this one is the one he’d give his life for. • Owning an elephant: Hey, who’re you to judge? Elephants are awesome. Kasem loves elephants a whole lot. If he wasn’t so busy searching for a Sherlock, he would’ve moved back to Thailand just so he could own an elephant. Causing chaos in one country is no different from doing so in another, anyway. Besides, he’d get to own and elephant. He can’t do that in London. Maybe he’ll just smuggle one in.

Psychopaths have a lowered sense of fear. They regard certain things others are fearful of with some sort of apathy. Kasem is like this, so the following list is not made up of true fears, but things that concern him. • Not getting to play his games: Wouldn't that just make life intolerably boring? Kasem wouldn't be able to live. • Not finding his "Sherlock": Being "Moriarty" is a dull job when there's no one smart enough to pose him a challenge. Kasem dislikes the fact that he may never find his one and only true enemy. He refuses to go through the rest of his life without him or her. • Being underestimated: People fear him, and with good reason. Kasem doesn't like it when people underestimate him and he doesn't hesitate to put everyone back into their places when they try to act as though they're better. He's often concerned that not enough people are afraid. • Gaining 'emotions': Emotions are something Kasem does not care for nor care to has, and the prospect of somehow feeling things like empathy or sympathy rattles him. He's pretty sure it'll never happen (in fact it's scientific fact that he won't suddenly stop being a psychopath), but one can always be concerned. • Being disappointed: What an awful feeling to have, isn't it? Kasem is regularly concerned about being disappointed, be it due to a shitty job performance by some henchmen or whether it be because the person he'd marked as a potential "Sherlock" had proved not to be one. Feeling eisappointment for too long can make Kasem a little bit...angry.

Background

The only son of a mercenary and his first wife, Kasem was an odd child. Well, odd is a weak word for what he was. When he was barely three, Kasem already understood that life was precious and fragile. Most people just said "boys will be boys", but Kasem was not being a boy. He was cruel to the little creatures he managed to get his hands on. Instead of squashing bugs, he'd pluck off their legs or wings one by one and watch them squirm, before tossing them out to suffer. It is uncertain by others whether or not he understood that it was wrong, and he was often reprimanded by his mother, but it didn't seem to stop him either way. He exploited the fact that he had power over the smaller beings. As he grew older, he took to catching betta fish and making them fight each other for his amusement. Kasem had always been a problem child. His mother had problems keeping him in line and he was quick to make enemies with his schoolmates. When he was only six, Kasem's mother went missing. Kasem had gone out shopping at the market with her and, late at night, came home alone, still not at the capacity to say what had happened, being so young. His father, who had loved his wife very dearly, was in ruins. Not a single person knew what had happened to her—whether she left or whether she’d died. The police had considered Kasem a potential suspect. It angered Kasem’s father that they would suggest his precious son would ever harm his mother. Regardless, Kasem was only six. A six year old couldn’t possibly murder a grown woman. So Kasem was dismissed as a suspect and the search continued. Kasem smiled the entire time. They never found her. A couple years later, his father remarried to a South Korean woman with a single son. Kasem was not particularly fond of either of them—but the upside was that he now had a playmate, one he could get to join in on his games and entertain him. The boy, however, was weary of him and disliked him from what had to be the first time they’d met. Kasem’s friends at the time (well, they weren’t so much friends as boys who followed Kasem around in an attempt to be respected by others, but they feared him as much as the rest) were a group of rowdy teens that didn’t know what they were wanting in life. Kasem grew progressively cruel as he got older. He excelled in his classes but he never tried in them, resulting in poor grades in the subjects he found ridiculous and passing with flying colors in the classes he found mildly interesting. Math was one of the excelling subjects. Eventually, Kasem’s father noticed his behavior was not that of a person who was mentally sound (probably prompted by his step-mother’s observations). So his father took him England to be checked, and it was there that he was diagnosed with psychopathy. The doctors told his father to be weary since Kasem hadn’t been acting like everyone else by his easily influenced age of fifteen. If it continued, Kasem could end up doing unspeakable things (but he already had). When they got back to Thailand, his father and step-mother put him in therapy. Soon enough, he was old enough to go to college, and that’s where he went, parting ways with the little brother he’d enjoyed tormenting. That was the last he’d seen of his brother for years. The therapy had helped to an extent. Kasem learned how to act to fool others and he went to college, taking psychology as a major and mathematics as a minor. His professors enjoyed having them in their classes—he showed great enthusiasm and was charismatic, and they often appreciated his smiles. Kasem started reading more in order to expand his horizons, greatly recommended by his professor. Thanks to one of them, he happened upon Sherlock Holmes. He became obsessed with the villain, Moriarty. Between studies and his menial jobs, Kasem decided he would find his Holmes if it killed him. In his spare time he learned to forge documents and made connections with various gangs by helping them out while pulling the strings behind his curtains. Kasem decided that this life suited him. It was fun. He knew what he would do for the rest of his life. He graduated with his bachelor’s degree in psychology. He never called his father or step-mother and knew nothing about his brother’s whereabouts. He was aimless, drifting from one job to another, supplying whatever criminal with their needs so long as he was paid. Suddenly, for no particular reason, he decided to see what his little brother had been up to. It hadn’t been difficult to track him down and follow him to London, where he taught at one of the universities. Perhaps it was to spite his brother, or maybe it was to amuse himself by watching his brother squirm. With the help of a Chinese opium dealer, he was smuggled into London with forged documents for citizenship and teaching credentials and, with the people unable to find any discrepancies and with Kasem being remarkably knowledgeable in the field of psychology (not to mention being charming and subtly commanding), he got the job as a professor of psychology at the Imperial College. He is there today and has charmed almost the entire staff. His smile is popular around the school and the students have fun in his class. At the same time, Kasem controls a vast criminal network. It was in London that he met the Silencer, Mi-Yun. He forged an alliance with her and, so long as he keeps her out of the clutches of London’s officials and lets her have her fun, she does what he asks of her. Sometime after he moved to London, Kasem stumbled upon a young Ukrainian nurse. Well—perhaps stumbled was the wrong word. One of his network’s thieves had alerted him to her presence and her use, and he had gone to investigate. Kasem found himself impressed with the woman’s work and the fact that she did not report any of his men to the police, but had patched them up and sent them on their way. So he offered her a job with good pay. He wasn’t surprised when she refused, but laughed and told her he would return later with his same offer. And he did, day after day for one long month, until she finally said yes. Her conditions were simple: she was to do nothing but tend to wounds. She would not speak of any information that ended up leaked, and she would treat everyone that came to her. Kasem agreed readily enough. He hadn’t planned for her to do anything else. So he provided her with a small house and had her move into there. To date, she is one of the few that know his true name and face, and what he does. Whether or not Kasem cares for his web of people is uncertain. He keeps them fed and he keeps them out of jail, and one could see that as being enough. Ah, but Kasem is a liar all the same. He could just be acting that he cares. And how much of his history here is true, you will never know.

Role-Play Sample

Kasem had been watching her for a while. Her lithe, cat-like way of moving, the silence that took place before the kill (like someone holding their breath), her pounce, containing all the grace of a tiger, the gruesome mark she left behind. He admired the way she killed. He didn’t care about her cause for it—people didn’t really need a reason to kill, after all. Even if she did have reasons, Kasem wouldn’t begrudge her for them. It was hard to do so when he adored her method. The Silencer; She did live up to the name the public gave her. No one even knew the Silencer was female, as far as he could tell. The only reason Kasem knew was because he, unlike everyone else in this pitiful world, had connections. He had an endless web that everyone got caught in, even her. She was quick, she was unseen, but she wasn’t invisible. Kasem found that sewing her victims’ mouths shut was the most interesting part about her. Killers always had reasons to do what they did to bodies after they killed them. Kasem figured that the Silencer’s issue came from a lack of voice. (Later, he would find the irony in this thought and laugh). It was by chance that he found her that night. He’d been on his way to meet (in the unconventional sense) with a client when he caught something in the far right field of his vision. When he looked down the alleyway, he saw in the dark a body and the shadow of a person running along the rooftops. The dead didn’t frighten him but he agonized over being late to appointments. Curiosity bested him in the end and Kasem went to look. On the victim’s lips he recognized the tell-tale mark of the Silencer. His lips curled into a smile. “You’ve done it again, Miss Mi-Yun,” Kasem whispered as he hurried out of the alley and in the direction he saw the shadow go. He took as many shortcuts as he could and before he knew had reached the opposite end of the Isle of Dogs. Very far from the crime, he noted. This was how she kept herself from getting caught. Kasem found it cute. It wasn’t a foolproof method, but it worked in her case. The area was lit by a single dim lamp, emitting a sick, yellow glow. He spotted her sitting a few feet away, the light barely touching her. Fitting, he decided. He held back, watching her, assessing his newfound catch. He wondered how worth it this meeting would be. He wondered what he would achieve. Kasem’s shoulders shook with unheard laughter. He was so stupid sometimes. Why did he have to wonder? He had an offer for her that she could never refuse. So he stepped into the dying glow of the lamp with a calm smile, gave her a small bow in greeting. He straightened and grinned. “Quite the kill you made back there, Miss Mi-Yun.”

OOC Information

Miniflip, Mini, whatever nickname you come up with that isn't offensive.

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A scientist decided to do a couple of experiments with a frog. He told the frog "Jump, frog, jump!" The frog jumped 7 ft, so he wrote down on his data table "Four legs, frog jumps 7 ft". He cut off one of the front legs and said "Jump, frog, jump." The frog jumped 6 ft. He wrote down in the table "Three legs, frog jumps 6 ft." He cut off the other front leg and said "Jump, frog, jump." The frog jumped 4 ft. He wrote down "Two legs, frog jumps 4 ft." He cut off the two hind legs and said "Jump, frog, jump." The frog didn't jump. He wrote down "No legs, frog goes deaf."

If you were words on a page, you'd be what they call fine print.

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You have no idea how excited I am for this guy. Okay, maybe you do. There are very few words to describe how delightfully diabolical this man is. It’s actually really freaking terrifying to imagine he exists, even if it’s just a fictional universe. Kasem’s outward appearance is probably what scares me most about him. He appears kind, he appears caring… one never suspects it’s the nice ones that harbor the most evil. His backstory utterly chilled me all the way through, but it was offset by the extremely amusing likes, dislikes, and fears he has. He parades around as a villain in plain sight, waiting for the perfect moment to strike like a deceptively docile tiger. I look forward to his future in this RP. Kasem is constructed of the stuff of nightmares, and I'm not even sure if everything I know of him is true. He is lies, he is chaos, he is fear. The name is Amudee, Kasem Amudee.

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