Post by hawK on Dec 9, 2009 6:02:26 GMT -6
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Beaten, why for (why for)
Can't take much more
Here we go here we go here we go, now
One, nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
One ,something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Now!
Push me again (again)
This is the end
Here we go here we go here we go, now
One, nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
One ,something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Skin to skin, blood and bone
You're all by yourself but you're not alone
You wanted in and now you're here
Driven by hate, consumed by fear
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
One, nothing wrong with me
Two, nothing wrong with me
Three, nothing wrong with me
Four, nothing wrong with me
One ,something's got to give
Two, something's got to give
Three, something's got to give
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Hey...Go!
Hey...Go!
Hey...Go!
Hey...Go!
Hey...Go!
Name: Janerr
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: None
Clan: Rogue/Loner
Appearance: Pure bred tan marbled bengal, with darker brown coloring. Amber eyes. He's got such a deep brown on one of his forepaws that it looks like black in the shadows.
Personality: Cold and hard, Janerr is a bred killer. He does jobs for cats more powerful than he at times, killing who- or whatever he needs to in order to complete his task. Mostly, he kills cats who are just as bad, if not worse, than he is: those who kill innocents all the time. Although he doesn't follow specific rules, he has a code of honor: He normally doesn't kill kits or pregnant females. However, he has no scruples about trespassing or stealing from someone who can stand for it to be done: if, for instance, a single mother needed prey to stay strong for her kits, he wouldn't steal it. If it was for a cat who could easily catch more, he wouldn't have a second thought. He believes that "even if there is an afterlife, or a God, it doesn't matter. We're on our own down here."
History: Janerr was shunned by his parents as defective when they realized that he wasn't like them: evil, but passionate about it, with the simple wish to do harm. Janerr kills for the necessity, not for the pleasure. He doesn't wish to destroy all the time, nor does he wish to be a monster, but it is what he is. If he does a job, he often goes by the alias 'O'Malley,' after his great-grandfather, who was an assassin as well, and looked remarkably like him.
Other: Whenever Janerr makes a kill, the victim smells orange blossoms before death. It's sort of his trademark: the scent lingers for days afterward. He also has an Irish accent;; moons ago, his great-great grandparents were raised in an Irish household. When they escaped, their kits and kits kits became rogues. He is one of the few in the family who still speak that way.
