Curtis English (Torpor)

Weight: 200

Apparent Age: 65

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown (Never Registered)

Preferred Weapon: Cougar Fine Blade

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Bio: Torpor is a true terror this man has stalked the night for as long as most people can remember and his legacy has grown beyond even what is possible for a single man to accomplish in a single lifetime. This man is a true urban legend, a thing that nightmares are made of and the embodiment of the monster that lurks under the bed. Torpor’s legend spans all across North America and he is the thing of scary camp fire stories told on a cold October night, whether Torpor is real or not is up to to speculation and even what we know about him is nothing more the myth and legend, the image that we have of Torpor we can’t confirm it’s authenticity. So I will go into the legend of the man known as Torpor only here, I will not speculate and try to spread any further falsities about him. I will let the legend speak for itself and allow the thing of nightmares, the man that goes bump in the night and stalks you within your dreams. So readers keep that light on, pull the blankets up higher and make sure you say your prayers for Torpor lurks within the shadows of night and he might have chosen you to be his next victim.

        The legend of Torpor can be traced back to the late 1990’s within a small Alaska fishing village, during there endless nights this man would stalk the town and murder one citizen each night for six months. He would do this by slipping into there bedroom and running a razor sharp blade across their throat, he would then place two copper pennies in the eyes of the victim and he would as well place a simple silver coin in the mouth of the deceased. Torpor would then slip away back into the darkness from witch he came, this man did this each night for six months and he would kill only one poor soul each night, he would murder a husband and leave the wife only to come back for her days, weeks or months later. Any of his victims that managed to survive being sliced as they slept would fall into a deep torpor like sleep and never awaken again, this is how the legend of Torpor came to be. These murders are still unsolved and have caused this village to become nothing more then a ghost town, as he removed a vast majority of the population with such ease and left the locals and police baffled. Do to being the birthplace of the Torpor legend, no one dares to purchase a home their again and this town has been left to be reclaimed by the earth.

       Through the years, the legend of Torpor has struck again and again. Unexplained murders each and every night with no pattern and no foreseeable motive that would last six months and would render a city silent, and in mourning as the victims continued to mount but police where no closer to identifying or capturing a suspect. As Torpors legend grew so did the panic many would feel when the would read about an unexplained murder where coins where let behind as an offering. Medical professionals still today can’t figure out what he uses to keep those who survive forever in torpor never to awaken again. Police are left clueless and no closer to catching Torpor or even identifying this man, he leaves no evidence behind, he does not appear on security camera and he leaves zero magical signature behind. This has allowed the fear of this man to grow and reach epic proportions.

      As the years passed by the legend known as Torpor was growing out of control and this was leaving police and federal investigators on many wild goose chases. As people began to idolize and copycat this killer, his legend had reached suck an epic point that people would commit murder in the name of Torpor and this would only allow the real Torpor to keep killing and his murders would forever be mistaken as yet another copycat. This led many investigators into chasing a ghost and eventually even those tasked with solving the Torpor murders to eventually give up and allow the cases to go cold.

        With each murder done by a copycat the fear of the real Torpor would grow and the people would wonder if one day he would be coming for them, curfews where placed in dangerous areas in hopes to capture Torpor as he stalked the streets and again as the years went by nothing. This man evaded capture and the bodies kept piling up, throughout North America and from city to city people would whisper about the legend of Torpor fearing upsetting the legend and becoming his next victim. The copycats where never caught either, these men and women that would kill in the name of Torpor would always be found deceased in the same manner as they the would kill. There fate would always seem to end up at the hands of Torpor, though people speculate that the copycats are being killed by other copycats to keep the legend fresh and real, though other speculate that Torpor is actually behind the deaths of the copycats, feeling that they are disgracing his legend and his name.

        This is how the legend of the man known as Torpor has come to be, his actual existence any more is unknown and the only evidence anyone has is the two photographs that where found in the home of Curtis English in that small Alaskan town where this legend began. Curtis was one of the only surviving men in that village and he was both the chief of police and the villages coroner, Curtis vanished once the sun began to rise and the Alaskan state troopers arrived to investigate the grisly murders. People believe that old man Curtis, is the murderer known as Torpor, but people also don’t believe that Torpor still exists today nearly eighty years after his first killings.

       This is how legends grow and continue to strike terror into the hearts of the believers, with each murder sharing a similarity to that of the Torpors and with the death of the copycats at the hands of a man who leaves the exact same type of coins left behind in the cold dark Alaskan murders. Is Torpor still alive, is Torpor a ghost stalking the night forever on the hunt killing from beyond the grave or is this man immortal and forever stalking the night and harvesting innocent souls to trade to the lords of the night that have granted Torpor eternal life. We may never know the truth, but we can only thank our lucky stars that Torpor has yet to ever take a soul here in Seattle.

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