Christophe Valis
âGenderâ
Male
âAgeâ
Twenty
âRaceâ
Human
âOccupationâ
None/Criminal
âLove Interestâ
None
âHeightâ
180cm/5â10
âWeightâ
160lbs
âPsychical Appearanceâ
Christophe is a rather rugged and unkempt man, or by appearance he is. His skin is slightly tanned, short but messy brown hair framing the defined features of his face. Including his eyes which are also brown in colour, but a little lighter than the shade of his hair. His hair is always full of dust and dirt, maintaining a dusty appearance. It is far from groomed and has probably never seen a wash in years. If one was to touch it, dust would fall from the movement and would also cling to the hand. Christopheâs brown eyes are seemingly dull and lack any form of life, they are also shadowed by bags, most likely from lack of sleep. What Christophe usually wears depends entirely on what heâs given the chance to wear. His usually attire used to include a plain, short-sleeved, green t-shirt and a black pair of cargo pants. On his hands are a pair of fingerless black gloves and on his feet are a pair of heavy brown, lace-up, boots. Around his neck, Christophe also wears a dog tag, stating his name. It also has a eight digit number on it, but itâs unknown what this actually means. Blood type and religion are also on here. The dog tag reads (from top to bottom): Valis, Christophe D., 910-26-379, O Neg, Antitheist; All in capital letters. The chain is made up of silver balls and the tag itself is silver plated.
âPersonalityâ
Christophe is a psychopath, meaning lack of empathy and remorse. He cannot understand the emotions of others and is unable to portray them himself. For instance, when a normal person sees someone in pain or distress, he would also feel distressed. Chris wouldnât. This causes him to carry out acts of cruelty and callousness because he is not affected by the emotions his victim would feel. Because he feels no emotions when faced with others, he regards them as nothing more than objects. He cannot feel or portray emotions as deeply as a normal person would. Though he is not completely unemotional, his emotions are shallow and described as nothing more than primitive responses to a situation. One who was usually faced with a mugger holding a gun to them would freak out, sweat, tremble, vomit or loose control of their bowels. Christophe has no sensation such as this. This can also make him a dangerous risk-taker because the thought or pain of the punishment does not phase them. Christophe cannot feel love, he can charm others and become infatuated with them for a short amount of time but heâll never actually be able to love someone. Though he enjoys the pleasure from sexual encounters and would consider any relationship superficial and impersonal. Despite Christopheâs lack of showing emotion, he claims to experience deep ones from time to time. Stating that he would feel grief from the death of a parent or perhaps even remorse. Delivered in a monotone leads people to believe that this is just acting.
He is a deceptive person who is frequently ready to lie to get what he wants or to impress someone. Christophe is able to do this because he has a confident presentation which never betrays signs of anxiety, hesitation or shame. People would constantly believe he is telling the truth due to the fact that a normal person would be unable to lie without showing some signs. If Christophe is caught in a lie, he will not show embarrassment or anxiety, heâll merely continue on and redirect the tale with indifference. The man is extremely intelligent which makes him highly dangerous to the people around him, diverting the blame is no problem at all for him. Christophe is also a master manipulator, he is able to charm and trick those into what he needs them to do. Heâll also speak to someone in a way where he doesnât care if he causes offence, or if he is rejected or put down. When these things happen then heâll dismiss them and wonât be discouraged to try again. It is known for him to seduce those into getting what he wants, coldly abandoning them when the victim is no longer useful.
Being impulsive and one to act upon first thoughts rather than thinking through a situation and deciding the best possible choice. He does not recognize the risk of being caught or the consequences of his actions. He seeks quick satisfaction thrills and does this by a variation of crimes, no matter how small or big. He has a low tolerance for boredom and constantly desires a thrill or excitement of some sort. Heâll frequently break the rules and risk his safety for cheap thrills. Chris lives in a day-to-day lifestyle, changing his plans quickly and having no real goals in life. He may state that he does have a goal but said goal would never be achieved due to the lack of motivation or the sheer improbability of it. He doesnât quite understand the skill and discipline needed to reach the goal, thus would end up giving up or just not bothering to begin with. Itâs known for him to change jobs, partners and plans on a whim without any given notice. He is constantly bouncing from one to the other and in-and-out of prison, without feeling any remorse for the lack of direction and achievements in his life. In the work-place, Chris shirks duties constantly, especially those he finds unexciting. This also implies that Christophe is irresponsible, he doesnât care for getting girls pregnant during sex and will almost never have protected sex. If faced with a child of his, heâll neglect it and not want anything to do with it. He will never blame himself though, always putting the blame upon others or outside factors. Christophe is not afraid to screw over his family and friends so he can walk away without any trouble. He fails to learn from past events and never changes his behaviour to avoid trouble. Heâll continue to pursue the same habits despite being in rehabilitation numerous times. Punishment and rehabilitation have no positive effect on him.
Christophe is the type of person who cannot control his temper at all. He is highly reactive to insults, no matter how subtle or unintentional they are. Heâll throw tantrums over trivialities. The tantrums are often short-lived and he can revert to his calmed state moments later. Although his aggression is brought on by the slightest things, it is not uncontrolled. Christophe lacks the tense emotional turmoil which normal people feel when they are angry, as such he cannot go âmad with rageâ. An inflated self-esteem, almost to the point of being narcissistic. Itâs common for him to think that he is the centre of the universe and sees himself as a superior being. Chris appears arrogant, opinionated, domineering, and cocky. He believes himself to be the smartest person in the room and will not care for otherâs opinions in the slightest. Chris expects large rewards for low efforts, privileges above his rank and is generally ungrateful. It is not uncommon for him to describe his victims as inferior or weak, a need for them to be taken advantage of. Christophe also brags about the amount (and type) of crimes he has committed and his talent for deception.
Christophe is Antitheist, meaning he is against God. He believes in him but he doesn't like him at all. The man also has an addiction to cigarettes and is a very heavy smoker. He enjoys art and drawing mainly but also enjoys writing. This ties in with his history.
âWeapons/Equipmentâ
None. Used to keep a knife within his boot but it was taken away when it was used in an attempt to kill someone. The knife was the same one he used in his first murder. Christophe decided to keep it as it held some importance to him, despite it only being a kitchen knife.
âBiographyâ
Christophe was born into a broken up family. His childhood would be described as rather tragic. His father was an extreme alcoholic and would constantly be taking drugs, shirking his responsibilities. His mother would also drink and take drugs to reduce the stress she was feeling. Christophe was an unplanned child, one which neither of them wanted but they could not bring themselves to give it up. Luckily his mother had managed to drag his father to live with her and help take care of the child. Though he did exactly the opposite. Christopheâs father would come home night after night and take his anger out on him; punching and kicking the young child (aged about two). His mother didnât do much to help, she also would take out her frustration on her child. At one point Christophe was thrown into a wall, his soft skull cracking open, he needed surgery to repair it. As well as psychical abuse, Christophe was also victim to rape by his father at the age of eight. He was confused, scared and most importantly, hurt. His father left the next day never to be seen again.
From an early age, Christophe always had a strange hobby. He would torture animals, it seemed okay at the time as humans tortured each other all of the time. He killed a few animals once or twice, mainly by the use of fire. Fire excited him. The way the flames danced around and engulfed the surroundings, burning them and dragging animals down into the pits of hell. He was bullied terribly by the other kids at school and was never accepted in society. He found comfort in drawing pictures of people as well as writing various stories. Christophe was a bright kid, intelligent and able to take on the world if he wanted to. However his abilities went to waste.
As Christophe matured, he became fascinated by voyeurism, fetishism, and sadomasochistic pornography. Fetishism, partialism, and necrophilia, are paraphilias which involve a strong tendency to experience the object of erotic interest almost as if it were a physical representation of the symbolized body. Individuals engage in paraphilias which are organized along a continuum; participating in varying levels of fantasy perhaps by focusing on body parts (partialism), symbolic objects which serve as physical extensions of the body (fetishism), or the anatomical physicality of the human body; specifically regarding its inner parts and sexual organs (one example being necrophilia).
Christophe became a very messed up kid and by the age of twelve he was out on the streets causing havoc. He would set fire to bins, beat up random people for money and even rob shops. No one could really do much about it as he was too young to go to prison and his mother hardly cared. It gradually got worse and worse over the years, Christophe became involved in gangs and mobs. One which would plan out robberies of jewellery stores and other high profit businesses. Eventually Christophe left when the rest of his group were sent to jail, him managing to escape by using his deceptive skills. He attempted at getting a job, but failed every time. It was on one day that Christophe was walking in the town that he bumped into his father. The one who he hadnât seen for ten years.
They spoke only a little, his father seemingly not remembering Christophe at all. However the teen followed his father back to his house, breaking inside and pinning him to the ground. His father screamed, but was muffled by his own tie being shoved into his mouth. Christophe, after much scuffling, bound his legs and hands, rendering him helpless. He took a cushion from the sofa and smothered his fatherâs face with it. The man struggled beneath him until he finally ceased all movement and breathing. Christophe felt no remorse in what he did to his father, he felt no sense of guilt or shame. He felt excited, blood pumping through his veins, happy that the world had to deal with one less asshole.
Christophe stood up slowly, throwing the cushion back onto the chair and staring down at his fatherâs body. He wasnât entirely pleased. So he took the notebook from his back-pack and began sketching his father lying there. It was a perfect replica of the image in front. He shoved the book back into his bag and took a knife from the kitchen counter. His father had not suffered enough. Christophe began stabbing and ripping flesh from his fatherâs body, until the identity was no longer visible. The body lye there mutilated in ways too horrible to describe, you could no longer tell where the face and other body parts were supposed to be anymore, just a pile of flesh, bone and organ. Any normal human would have vomited, Christophe didnât. Any normal human would have felt horrible and guilty for doing something like that, Christophe didnât. He was happy with his work, cleaning the knife upon a kitchen towel and wiping all fingerprints everywhere. He tucked the knife into his boot and left the apartment calmly.
And so began Christopheâs killing spree.
For two years he went around murdering people in various ways, drawing their peaceful and sleep-like images into his sketch book before mutilating their bodies in horrific ways. He would rape his female victims too, mutilating them in certain ways and putting them through the most torture. Most of his victims were female, only two were male. He killed twenty people in total until eventually he was caught. Christophe became sloppy with his work and managed to leave a trail, the police hunting him down and arresting him. They knew not what to do with the man, his crimes deserved something much more than life in prison but they were apprehensive about a death sentence. That had been abolished years ago. So they had no choice but to send him somewhere he couldnât cause any harm; on a ship with the finest crew around. Christophe was locked inside a cell in the darkest part of the ship, awaiting the day he heard his punishment, whilst the crew set off on a new mission.
âOtherâ
Christophe likes to draw, that is fairly obvious by the way he kills people. He is highly intrigued by the human form and calls himself an 'Alternative-Artist' by the name of Valis. He legally changed his last name to it as well. Christophe keeps all of his drawings of people he killed inside a notebook which was never found by police but Christophe left copies of his picture next to the bodies. The one exception being his father. The walls of his cell are vandalized by drawings of; people, animals and other random things, all mutilated in some form or another. What Christophe uses to draw depends entirely on what he can get his hands on, he'll even use his own blood if the urge to draw is that great.
âTheme Songâ
Blue October ~ Dirt Room