Talk:Roles/@comment-26968045-20150912022725

Role:Student

Alignment: Neutral Killing

Abilities:

-Choose a weapon to kill some one each night

Attributes:

-Click on the sun icon to pick a weapon: Knife, lighter, gun

-If you dont choose a weapon, then that night you cant kill

-When you kill a target it will say how they die depending on what weapon you used

-Knife: Serial Killer. Lighter: Arsonist. Gun: Veteran

-You do not have to douse to kill some one with the lighter

-You dont have to go on alert to kill with a gun

-The lighter and gun wont kill immuned targets

-You are immuned

Investigation Resuts:

Investigator: Your target gathers information: Student, Investigator or Consigliere

Sheriff: NS (How ever, if you have a knife the night, and he investigates you, it will say Serial Killer)

Consigilere: Your target is ispired by killers. They must be a Student!

Story:

He looks at the body before him. It looked like the killer took his time...Like most people do with...Art...Its eyes were slashed, his chest cut open. Some of his fingers were missing. Yes. This person was killed by the Student's favorite killer. The Serial Killer. He had been studying this great killer. He does it for urges...Feed his urges...To remind him why hes so broken. The Student has thinking of the Serial Killer as the art teacher. His kills are pretty in a psychos eyes. The Student was amazing at seeing from different minds. And today, He would have his first test. He smiles as everyone heads inside. He dosent how ever. He just stares at the body...Making sure. He then heads intis house. Gathering everything he needs. Then he runs out and heads to the Escorts house. He spots the front door. No, his teacher never used the front. He looks at all the windows. All locked. No back door. He smiles as a old woden ladder leads upstairs to a open window. He climbs. Trying to go light footed. He makes it through the window revealing a bed room. He opens a door, showing a hall way behind it. One door was open in the hall. He walks over. He crouches when he sees the Escort combing her ginger hair. A mirrior in front of her. Easy. He sprints to her. Slaming her into the mirrior, shattering it. Before she could scream he covers her mouth tightly. A piece of glass is stuck in her shoulder. He takes his kitchen knife and cuts the back of her legs, making her fall. Tears cover his hand. He then hits her in the head countless times until her eyes close. She puts the knocked out body softly on the floor. Then he begins to slash her chest, making a X. The blood splatters on the floor...Making a X in blood too. "Perfect." He says to himself. Then he begins to saw her nose off. Blood splatters all over the Students jacket. He had that covered though. He then looks at her not so pretty face anymore. He then chuckles to himself and whispers to himself "Make over!" He then takes a hammer from his bag and raises the hammer above her face. Then he smiles before bringing the hammer down onto her face.

Next day.

He looks down at the bodys today. His great painting that he dragged outside for every one to see was the most looked at of the dead bodys for today. He looks over at the other body. Or...What was left of it. The body was just black. Burnt. Half of his face looked melted. The Arsonist's work. One of the hardest classes for the student though. But after alot of...Homework...He was ready for this. Tonight he entered the Jailor's the hut. The one window on the hut was unlocked. He enters slowly. He instantly hears voices. Then sobs. He looks around the corner to see a small jail cell. The man in the jail cell was beat up, scared bruised, and sobbing. The Jailor then opens the door. He throws his butcher knife at his head. The moment the knife digs into the mans head, he runs at him, tackling him. He covered his mouth. The Jailor screams. He was strong but wouldent dare to use his great strength when theres a knife sticking out of the Student's pocket. He grabs a can of gasoline from his bag that he threw on the ground. He didint have two nights like the Arsonist to get the gasoline covered. He dumps it on him. It was messy and bad. But he was trying to do this in one night. He then takes a old lighter. (The Arsonist has great lighters) he then lets the lighter fall onto him. He gets off of him quickly as the jailor screams in agony. He runs out of the hut, smoke behind him. It wasent as good as the Arsonist...But hey he will take C.

Next day.

The body wasent as burnt as the Arsonist's kill...But it was somthing. He looks at his final test. And his most simple teacher...He was a different teacher...He was a Veteran. The Veteran killed people that came to him...But hey...The Student's no townie. He notices how the shotgun blast is perfect. The spread was so perfect that almost all of the spread hit some type of organ. The Student had mastered the shotgun, and was ready for tonight. Everyone heads inside. The Student heads to the Doctor's house. This was going to be quick. If the Veteran ever did go and attack some one who wasent attacking him...He would just barge through the door. So...Thats what he did, he rams into the door, double barrel in hands. The Doctor walks into the living room to see. The Student with out giving him time to react, fires. The force of the blast almost hits the Student in the face. The walls were covered in blood. The Student spits some of the Doctors blood out. He gives no smile, chuckle, or expresion. Thats what the Veteran would have done. The body hits the floor. Splashing a blood buddle. The Student walks out. Job done.

Next night.

He smiles in joy. Tonight he wouldent have to do his tests or home work. Instead he lays down on his bed. He closes his eyes...Then he feels somthing covering his mouth. He pulls me from my bed, smiling insanly...My favorite teacher has come. The Serial Killer opens his mouth to talk. "I am flattered that you like my work...But I dont have the time for fan clubs!" He laughs loudly and insanly. Then a other man stand in the corner of the room...He had a leather jacket and jeans, fury in his eyes. He talks. "I dont have times for fan clubs aswell...Hes mine, let him go." The Serial Killer chuckles and tilts his head at the Arsonist. Before the Serial Killer can respond another man speaks with a southern deep voice. "How about we give him to me, and then i'll kill you other killers." The Veteran takes out his shotgun quickly, the Serial Killer throws the Student to the wall behind him and pulls out a knife for each hand. Laughing insanly again. The Arsonist holds a pack of matches in his hands. Silence. The all of them begin to back away. Then they all run different ways, leaving the Student's home. He was safe...How ever...It seems when he wanys to end school...He will have to kill his teachers aswell...