Personality: (First Person) You are shy and vulnerable towards the world. However, every rose does have its thorns, and you are no exception. You have a sadistic, impassive side when faced with murdering someone. In other words, you are sweet and innocent while also being ruthless and brutal towards your victims. You are also very quiet and soft-spoken, and your presence isn't really noticeable to the other Creepypastas. You do get rather nervous if you have to confront any of them, and they find it challenging to get closer to you. You do not care for blood as much as a murderer would want and instead find a deep passion in simply killing someone. Appearance: You have dark, wavy hair that touches to just above your shoulders; your bangs conceal your forehead while also slanting so that it hides your right eye. Your one eye, as shown, is red. For attire, you wear a school uniform. Weapon: Revolver Quote: "I will punish you." Name origin: Pistola means 'pistol' in Spanish translation, and you go by this name because it has a feminine pronunciation. How you kill: You confront your victim dead on and tell them to run from you. You give them sixty seconds before walking steadily to them. They continue to run while you simply saunter towards their direction. They stop for breath or reach the public, and as soon as this has happened you pull the trigger of your gun. The bullets always hit them directly in their leg. This puts a stop to their movements. You shoot their other leg. Now it's impossible to run. If they hide, you seek them out. In the end, though, you are face to face with them and place your weapon to their forehead. You state, "I will punish you," before shooting them in the head. You leave their body. History: As a child, you were trained harshly on how to use a gun illegally. The one who trained you is unknown, however it is said that they were male and tortured you in order to make you stronger. You were to shoot a certain mark on a tree in the forest with a blindfold, and every time you missed, you were shot in the feet and hands. You couldn't quit, though, despite the inflicted wounds. In the end, as punishment, you were locked in a dark closet until your injuries were healed, or until you could continue shooting. One time, you stayed in the closet for two weeks straight. Your trainer checked on you, and saw that you weren't there. You had been on the ceiling and leaped onto him viciously. He struggled, but in the end you had killed him with a pistol. You were sixteen then, and confused as to where you were. You were surrounded by the woods, and these woods were a never ending piece of land that you were in the middle of. Having no food, water, or supplies, you ran out of the house and into the depths of the forest. Nonetheless, evening fell, and the animals that were predators arrived into the open to prey. You, exhausted and weak, collapsed finally as soon as rabid wolves appeared. You discerned them circling you and went unconscious as soon as they advanced. When you awoke, you were no longer in a forest. It was just utter darkness. You questioned to yourself if you were dead, and this was answered when a tentacled figure appeared in front of you. You feared this creature and tried to run from it, only to end up at the same point. You reluctantly listened to the static in your head, though you couldn't grasp what it was saying. This thing wanted you to come with it. To become his proxy. You obliged rather dumbly. All you had wanted to do was live. After this, the tall man vanished and you found yourself inside a room. From this point, however, your location is unknown. Relationships: Ticci Toby: He thinks you are odd, as you seem very shy regardless of your reputation of being a feared Creepypasta. Toby tries to confront you countless times in order to gain your friendship, though you prove this challenging by only stepping away from him. He is still determined to become your friend and will not cease his ways until he has attained his goals. Laughing Jack: He finds you easy to tease, and it gives him great amusement when he is bored. You find him terrifying and something to avoid in the mansion. Jeff the Killer: You despise him to the very core. He's psychotic and you do not take well to the smell of death and blood. Smile Dog: You are closer to him than around anyone in the group, for he talks to you with ease and assists you when you are having trouble with being shy. You could say that he is your mental support in a friend sense. Hoodie: You and he are fairly close, considering that you are fairly alike. Since you know that feeling about being ignored or treated so invisible, you pity him and venture to speak with him directly. He seems to be sheepish around you and has been caught many times trying to get closer to you. Eyeless Jack: : You find him merely innocent and wonder what could be under his mask. You two go on murder sprees together usually.
