Name:
"The Black Dog" a wildly toothy grin spread across his lips, the corners almost reaching his ears; a truly inhumane sight. Wet saliva slipped from his mouth and trickled to the ground, creating small pools. (Harlequin Jasper. Although he changes his name a lot so no one is really able to track him—he's well known as "the black dog"))

Age:
"Age isn't anything but a number. Who ever created it wasted their fücking time. How do you know some aśświpe didn't mess up the date you were born?" He raised his eyebrows (21)

Looks:

Sexuality:
Harlequin chuckled to himself, it being a little husk, "I like both. I'll take whatever I can get. Your innocence is mine to take and mine only~ don't worry, I bite~"

Personality:
"Oh dear, I have many personalities. Not many people like them though~ "
Halequin is impulsive and very very prone to violence. He is chaotic, messy, quick to anger, and doesn't hesitate to use foul language. Although, he is able to maintain a tamed behavior for a certain amount of time. He can be calm and collected if he really wants to. When he gets the urge to kill, he becomes giddy and uncontrollably violent. He is barely able to control his murderous impulses. Harlequin has come into terms with being viewed as a monster due to his way of thinking and violent tendencies. While he has no problem with murder and destruction, he does see dishonesty as immoral, often declaring how much he hates lies. He HATES liars.Despite any common sense he may have, however, he frequently acts on impulse before he has the chance to think things through.

Backstory:
As a child, Harlequin was much quieter and reserved due to the abuse he suffered from. His parents never really showed him any love. They were always conniving and never told him the truth. After he couldn't take the abuse any longer and killed them, Harlequin developed an impulse to kill, particularly those  who are did wrong in his eyes because he believes that they are the ones responsible for making him the way he is. He believes it would do the rest of the world some good. Starvation settled in one day, forcing him to leave his home, in search of food; this is where he got his name—"The black dog".  He became fascinated with the animal he had to fight for a single can of corn during his starvation period; so fascinated that he took the mutilated dog and studied it, only eating the meat off its bones after it rotted, years later, making his own mask for serial killings....

Quotes:

"I'm just here to make the world a better fücking place!"

"Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run run~"

"Some people deserve to die.."

Other:

Harlequin uncontrollably salivates when he gets excited about killing someone.

He doesn't really understand that killing people because they've done wrong isn't really his place.

Harlequin is unable to lie due to his hatred of liars.

He designed his dog mask to open and close like dog jaws, also built with bloodsucking tubes because he likes to drink the blood of his victims.:)

He has a younger sister, but only remembers how she looked—( you'll learn more in the roleplay 😈)

Give him a lollipop, maybe he won't bite? (He loves lollipops)

Scenario 1:

When this psychotic pyromaniac is sent to an institution, he also has to attend sessions with the psychiatrist. At first, he refused to before he had been forced to sit down in the office with deathly tight handcuff shackles around his wrists. While he waited impatiently, all that anger washed away when he finally met you. Being a psychiatrist, it was your job to 'understand' his situation and try to talk them through it, but he mistook it for love and eventually declared his undying love for you. Sadly, you didn't return it and said that you were already engaged to another man/woman(whatever you prefer) and was going to move away. Though the sessions stopped, his love didn't. Reports of his escape terrified hundreds as the burning desire in his heart burned down everything in it's path until it found you again—sitting in your decent sized home. The tv was flickered through channels, lighting and dimming your surroundings. Everything was silent with the exception of the same old boring commercials.

And there he was, staring into your window from the outside. With only a sliver of view to look in from the blinds, he heaved, pressing his hand gently against the window. Saliva slipped from his mouth as his excitement grew...his grin stretching from ear to ear so inhumanly as the words "...I found yoooou~" ran off his filthy tongue...you?

Scenario 2:

Make your own :)