Anomilous: N
Supernatural: Y
Likely species: Spiritual
Physical description: Human male, 5'2 with long black hair and bloodshot eyes. He is wearing TSADF issued lab coat, no name tag. The back of the human male has been torn open before being sewn back together. His face is unable to, or not wanting to, emote in any maner, leaving him with a terrified expression regardless of context or other emotional reactions.
Likely disposition: Agressive
Current Statues: Living
Current Rank: Hazardous Convict
Squad/Job: N/A
Possesions: Black Cloak, Rapier
Is Possesions currently in Subjects access: N
Current Caretaker: Operative █████████
Relationship with Caretaker: Hostile
Relationship with non-caretaker staff: Hostile
Sentience: Likely
Inteligence: N/A. Refused to Co-operate
Immunities: Drugs/medication/seditives
Pending Requests: "Souls"
Accepted Requests: Uncooked Meat, fresh clothing
Denied Requests: Human Meat, Cat, dog, chicken, human, tv, self phone, laptop, knife, candles
Deal with any chance of escape in accordance with Code 5 reccomandations. Do not use lethal force. Do not allow anyone to leave lockdown until 666-1 is caught. Line the enterance of shelter with salt. Contact █████ ██████████ as soon as possible to request a squad.
First spotted: D3
Disposition at first contact: Docile
Was first contact with a operative: Y
If aplicable, name of operative: N/A
Captured: N
Inducted: N
Lost: Y
If aplicable, is anaomily/supernatural's location currently unknown: N
Operative █████████: Alright, let's get started. The time is 18:35, date ██/██/2002. Would you like to state your name for the record?
Operative █████████: No? Okay. Anything I can call you by?
666-1: Doth thee think of me as a common cur that thee can simply murmer the sacred name of? Hubris humanitatis
Operative █████████: No, of course not. I was trying to be friendly. Do you have any requests? We can make your stay more comfortable.
666-1: Preces meas fecerant. I hath made mine requests.
Operative █████████: Ah, yes... uh, for human souls? I am afraid we don't have any in stock.
666-1: Grant me thusly the soul of a beast! fames sit exstinguibilis.
Operative █████████: We can't do that either. We don't really know how to get a soul of an animal or person out. Maybe if you help our labs figure out how to, we can get you your requests?
666-1: I shall not!
Operative █████████: Okay, okay. No need to get all aggressive about it. Alright than. Can you explain why you destroyed D3 labs?
666-1: Those pathetic beast thought that thy could make requests of me. ME! And with nought payment neither!
Operative █████████: Oh? So they didn't summon you correctly?
666-1: Verily. Thy hath thought that deals sought shall be freely granted. ludere cheap ludos, mereri praemia vilia
Operative █████████: Okay, okay. So, you need payment first? What did they want?
666-1: Use gye, thy understand. Thy hath made the foolish request of knowlegde. Wisdom, that shrewed dame, wilt not be mine to summon. Least of all, for nought, nil, nāwiht, nullus.
Operative █████████: I see. But why did you kill the squads sent in? They didn't try to demand anything of you.
666-1: Mine hunger got the better of mine logic. famem corrumpit logica. Iam discede. I grow bored of thine actionless words.
- ██/██/2013: Subject 666-1 has aggreed to assist the Labs with an explanation on how to harvest, store and 'host' souls. In exchange, subject requests a steady delievery of souls.