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''There are four kinds of Homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable and praiseworthy.''
<center> ''There are four kinds of Homicide: <br> felonious, excusable, justifiable and praiseworthy.''
Ambrose Bierce
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| <center>''' the Reverand Cyanide'''  
| <center>''' the Reverand Cyanide'''
 
DESCRIPTION
 
* Date of Birth: 09 December  
DESCRIPTION  
 
 
* Date of Birth: 09 December
* Hair: Brown
* Hair: Brown
* Place of Birth: Unknown
* Place of Birth: Unknown  
* Eyes: Green
* Eyes: Green
* Height: 6'
* Height: 6'
* Weight: 200 lbs.
* Weight: 200 lbs.  
* Sex: Male
* Sex: Male  
* Build: Solid
* Build: Solid
* Remarks: '''CAUTION


'''the Reverand Cyanide IS WANTED FOR CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY. HE IS ALSO A MEMBER OF THE [[Philosophe Knights|PHILOSOPHE KNIGHTS]].


'''the Reverand Cyanide IS TO BE CONSIDERED ARMED, INSANE AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS  
'''CAUTION!
 
'''THE REVERAND CYANIDE IS WANTED FOR CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY. HE IS ALSO A MEMBER OF THE [[Philosophe Knights|PHILOSOPHE KNIGHTS]].
 
'''THE REVERAND CYANIDE IS TO BE CONSIDERED ARMED, INSANE AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS  


'''IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THIS PERSON, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT OR AUTHORITIES.'''  
'''IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THIS PERSON, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT OR AUTHORITIES.'''  


'''IF YOU ARE INJURED-AND POLITE-ASK FOR A HEAL AND HE WILL HELP IN WHATEVER MANNER HE IS ABLE'''
'''IF YOU ARE INJURED-AND POLITE-ASK FOR A HEAL AND HE WILL HELP IN WHATEVER MANNER HE IS ABLE'''
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''The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.''  
''The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.''  
-Sylvia Plath
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===Biography===
 
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'''''The Reverand in his formal attire'''''


He had been an expat-scientist in Poland, studying Revivication on a NecroTech grant.  It was dark work and never discussed in so-called 'Polite Circles', and when the program was close to discovery, the facility was moved to Chechnya-where even more disturbing experimentation followed.  As he fell deeper in to his work, his sanity began to crumble and fade and his behavior became more erratic.  As valuable as he was to the Project, his growing issues presented greater and greater challenges to NecroTech.  When it was discovered that he had been aiding Shamil Basayev's rebel group with technology and information, he was deemed a threat to NecroTech security and was sent back to the main NecroTech facilities for Observation and Re-education.  The Chechen experimentation facility was shut down and NecroTech Cleaning-Teams were sent in to erase all links between Basayev's group and NecroTech (ending the Operation with the assassination of Shamil Basayev himself).  Back at the central NecroTech labs, he was prepped for experimental re-education neuro-surgery, and the NecroTech surgeons cut in to his brain.  They were not set up to deal with surgical recovery, so he was transferred to Malton to recover in a NecroTech sponsored Hospital.  An infection set in, and further neuro-surgery was required.  While on the operating table, brain laid bare, news of the Zombie Apocalypse came.  He was quickly patched up in a semi-professional manner and left in a comatose state as the Hospital staff fled the area.  He woke, unharmed, several days later.  There was nothing left of his sanity, so he left the Hospital and followed the directions given by the growling voices in his head.  At the Greswell Puppet Museum he donned his Mask and Robes, per the directives of the Puppets, and set out on the work...the Divine work...that was presented to him.  He befriended others of his ilk: masked and robed and determined to illuminate the ignorant.  He became one of the '''Philosophe Knights''' and began his Holy Work of Illumination.  He carries with him a writing kit of a razor-sharp stylus and a sharpening stone:  recording his diary of madness in his flesh, each new discovery, healing or kill scored in to his skin by the blood-caked stylus.  His body is criss-crossed with festering cuts and ill-healed scars-the story of his life since his rebirth. the Reverand Cyanide has come to Malton to spread The Word...
He had been an expat-scientist in Poland, studying Revivication on a NecroTech grant.  It was dark work and never discussed in so-called 'Polite Circles', and when the program was close to discovery, the facility was moved to Chechnya-where even more disturbing experimentation followed.  As he fell deeper in to his work, his sanity began to crumble and fade and his behavior became more erratic.  As valuable as he was to the Project, his growing issues presented greater and greater challenges to NecroTech.  When it was discovered that he had been aiding Shamil Basayev's rebel group with technology and information, he was deemed a threat to NecroTech security and was sent back to the main NecroTech facilities for Observation and Re-education.  The Chechen experimentation facility was shut down and NecroTech Cleaning-Teams were sent in to erase all links between Basayev's group and NecroTech (ending the Operation with the assassination of Shamil Basayev himself).  Back at the central NecroTech labs, he was prepped for experimental re-education neuro-surgery, and the NecroTech surgeons cut in to his brain.  They were not set up to deal with surgical recovery, so he was transferred to Malton to recover in a NecroTech sponsored Hospital.  An infection set in, and further neuro-surgery was required.  While on the operating table, brain laid bare, news of the Zombie Apocalypse came.  He was quickly patched up in a semi-professional manner and left in a comatose state as the Hospital staff fled the area.  He woke, unharmed, several days later.  There was nothing left of his sanity, so he left the Hospital and followed the directions given by the growling voices in his head.  At the Greswell Puppet Museum he donned his Mask and Robes, per the directives of the Puppets, and set out on the work...the Divine work...that was presented to him.  He befriended others of his ilk: masked and robed and determined to illuminate the ignorant.  He became one of the '''Philosophe Knights''' and began his Holy Work of Illumination.  He carries with him a writing kit of a razor-sharp stylus and a sharpening stone:  recording his diary of madness in his flesh, each new discovery, healing or kill scored in to his skin by the blood-caked stylus.  His body is criss-crossed with festering cuts and ill-healed scars-the story of his life since his rebirth. the Reverand Cyanide has come to Malton to spread The Word...
    
    
 
===Supported Policies===


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<center>{{Artifact Protection Policy}}</center>  
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''The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.''
''The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.''
Sigmund Freud  
: - Sigmund Freud  





Revision as of 21:47, 30 January 2009

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the Reverand Cyanide
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Abbreviation Ov
Group Philosophe Knights.
profile the Reverand Cyanide
Goals To bring the illumination of Knowledge to the darkness of Ignorance.
Recruitment Policy For those interested in walking this path with us, go here: “For future Philosophe Knights
Contact Contact me in-game or at the Philosophe Kinights forum
Rank Teacher
There are four kinds of Homicide:
felonious, excusable, justifiable and praiseworthy.
- Ambrose Bierce
the Reverand Cyanide

DESCRIPTION

  • Date of Birth: 09 December
  • Hair: Brown
  • Place of Birth: Unknown
  • Eyes: Green
  • Height: 6'
  • Weight: 200 lbs.
  • Sex: Male
  • Build: Solid


CAUTION!

THE REVERAND CYANIDE IS WANTED FOR CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY. HE IS ALSO A MEMBER OF THE PHILOSOPHE KNIGHTS.

THE REVERAND CYANIDE IS TO BE CONSIDERED ARMED, INSANE AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS

IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THIS PERSON, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT OR AUTHORITIES.

IF YOU ARE INJURED-AND POLITE-ASK FOR A HEAL AND HE WILL HELP IN WHATEVER MANNER HE IS ABLE


The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

- Sylvia Plath

Biography

He had been an expat-scientist in Poland, studying Revivication on a NecroTech grant. It was dark work and never discussed in so-called 'Polite Circles', and when the program was close to discovery, the facility was moved to Chechnya-where even more disturbing experimentation followed. As he fell deeper in to his work, his sanity began to crumble and fade and his behavior became more erratic. As valuable as he was to the Project, his growing issues presented greater and greater challenges to NecroTech. When it was discovered that he had been aiding Shamil Basayev's rebel group with technology and information, he was deemed a threat to NecroTech security and was sent back to the main NecroTech facilities for Observation and Re-education. The Chechen experimentation facility was shut down and NecroTech Cleaning-Teams were sent in to erase all links between Basayev's group and NecroTech (ending the Operation with the assassination of Shamil Basayev himself). Back at the central NecroTech labs, he was prepped for experimental re-education neuro-surgery, and the NecroTech surgeons cut in to his brain. They were not set up to deal with surgical recovery, so he was transferred to Malton to recover in a NecroTech sponsored Hospital. An infection set in, and further neuro-surgery was required. While on the operating table, brain laid bare, news of the Zombie Apocalypse came. He was quickly patched up in a semi-professional manner and left in a comatose state as the Hospital staff fled the area. He woke, unharmed, several days later. There was nothing left of his sanity, so he left the Hospital and followed the directions given by the growling voices in his head. At the Greswell Puppet Museum he donned his Mask and Robes, per the directives of the Puppets, and set out on the work...the Divine work...that was presented to him. He befriended others of his ilk: masked and robed and determined to illuminate the ignorant. He became one of the Philosophe Knights and began his Holy Work of Illumination. He carries with him a writing kit of a razor-sharp stylus and a sharpening stone: recording his diary of madness in his flesh, each new discovery, healing or kill scored in to his skin by the blood-caked stylus. His body is criss-crossed with festering cuts and ill-healed scars-the story of his life since his rebirth. the Reverand Cyanide has come to Malton to spread The Word...

Supported Policies

APP1.jpg Artifact Protection Policy Supporter
This user or group supports the Artifact Protection Policy, acknowledging that the looting of museums is strictly prohibited. This user or group will do what they can to prevent museum theft in order to preserve Malton's cultural and intellectual integrity.


Gladiatorial Arena.jpg Gladiatorial Arena Policy Supporter
This user or group supports the Gladiatorial Arena Policy & acknowledges that all stadiums in Malton are gladiatorial areas, in which the killing of another survivor is not a crime and therefore not punishable in any way.


Thinker.gif Royal Society of Malton
This user or group is a member of the Royal Society of Malton, a coalition of groups and individuals who pride themselves on their intellect and strive to make the survivors within Malton more intelligent.


Fine Arts1.jpg Fine Art of Malton Supporter
This user or group supports the Fine Art of Malton movement & acknowledges that all museums are PK ceasefire zones, heal points, and are to be a barricading priority.


Bounty
A list of all kills made in the name of knowledge, that have been reported.


The Internet Sacred Text Archive
freely available archive of online books about religion, mythology, folklore and the esoteric.


The Deoxyribonucleic Hyperdimension
A large and diverse multimedia archive specifically designed to blow your mind

The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.

- Sigmund Freud