Sweeney Rasmussen

IN

Personality
Sweeney Rasmussen is a dangerous psychopath. Being without the ability to feel empathy for others and total lacking of a conscience clashes efficiently with his genius level intellect. With this intelligence, he is able to become a versatile actor: Sweeney can be charming, charismatic, profound and warm at one moment, to a pathetic, helpless, fearful little man the next. The ultimate in manipulation.

Rasmussen seeks power over others, in every shape and form: emotional, psychological, emotional and physical. He preys on others purely so that they shall put on a show for him - whether it be a challenge or a performance of emotion to simple conflict, other beings act as a form of entertainment and as a method for getting a rush of dominance. Rasmussen's nature fits efficiently with his philosophy of chaos. He acts as an agent for chaos, knowing that the universe will one day grow cold and that by preventing equilibrium - through chaotic acts - he may stop the universe from becoming completely balanced and devoid of life.

He will be calm, cold, calculating if not mysterious in many situations except for those in which would arouse passion: Rasmussen would then be a striking man of brilliance in whatever form he chooses - whether it would be his oppressive bouts of fury or a display of intellectual capacity when forming a mastermind plan, he always would make an impression. That impression would spark fear in the ordinary, revulsion in his moral opposites and fascination in his more interesting sources of entertainment.

However, Rasmussen was not always so anti-compassionate to an excess, although he certainly has had an uncompassionate personality for his whole life. With the murder of his wife and children, he became twisted and derranged in his hatred and obsession for revenge.

Family
 Siblings 

- Minerva Rasmussen (Alive)

- Seleena Rasmussen (Missing, presumed dead)

- Valencia Rasmussen (Missing, presumed dead)

- Beatrice Rasmussen (Deceased)

- Parry Rasmussen (Deceased as Worgen - Murdered)

- Ronald Rasmussen (Deceased - Worgen)

- Godfrey Rasmussen (Alive)

- Penelope Rasmussen (Alive)

 Parents 

- Wilfred Rasmussen (Deceased - Murdered)

- Maria Rasmussen (Deceased - Suicide)

 Relatives 

Mother's Side (Silvani)

Details
Name: Lord Sweeney Silvani Rasmussen II

Date of Birth: 17th November Year -13.

Age: 52, Year 39

Status: Believed to be dead.

Criminal status & record: Executed under these charges, resulting in him being one of the most wanted men in the Kingdom and the most wanted man in the city.

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- Practise of Black Magic

- Worshipping the Shadows, Cultism, Shadow-oriented rituals, et cetera.

- Mass murder.

- Obvious treason, above. Treason for association with supposed enemies of the Alliance.

- Poisoning food supplies multiple times of the Valiance Expedition in Northrend to suit his interception.

- Gruesome torture of an unknown number of Alliance citizens, and many other humanoid beings.

- Influencing the politics of Stormwind Court in his own favour.

- The theft of multiple important artifacts, both in the Kingdom of Stormwind and beyond in other kingdoms and Northrend.

- Robbery (minor to major) - Robbery of banks, robbery of a convoy (assissting bandits).

- Association with multiple crime-based factions, assassination factions, other cultist factions and wanted mercenary factions.

- Supplying drugs to crime-based factions.

- Resisting arrest multiple times.

- Abducting Lieuntenant Shanura Nightingale of the Stormwind Guard.

History
Age 3 minutes

Sweeney's father, Wilfred Valgan Rasmussen, arrived quickly from work at the storage bank, as he had just heard that his son had be born in Darkauld House, the residence of the Rasmussen's, quickly into a shocked, passionate discussion with his exhausted wife, Maria Rasmussen. The two decided to name Sweeney after the very first blood Rasmussen and Sorcerer in the Rasmussen family; Sweeney Rasmussen I.

Age six

Sweeney's first day at a private school for children of noble heritage, Saint Wolfram's School for the Worthy of Education, the only school in Greymane City, and that area of Gilneas that mixed both boys and girls together. Sweeney paid attention to every word Mr. Catcough said as though his life was depending on it (Mr. Catcough gave the impression that he was going to murder his students after the beating he gave Millie Natsworthy for saying "How do you know the Light idn't dust a hoax, sir?"), and thus by the end of that year he was the top in the class, he was secretly put into the "considerable" section for sorcerer training in the future.

Age seven

In the Winter Veil holidays of the Year -1, it was a bitterly cold morning, there was about a foot's worth of snow in the park of Greymane City. He was dragged into his older brother's mischievous gang somewhat two weeks ago, performing dastardly little pranks every now and again. Anyhow, shortly after Sweeney had convinced his brother, Parry, to not trade their three year-old sister Seleena, they traveled to the cobbled courtyard in Greymane, were an execution took place, one of some madman claiming that Azeroth's doom was nigh, as it happened, the hanging was performed by King Genn Greymane himself, shortly afterwards, Sweeney was given a letter from one of the King's Knight's, it was adressed to his father...

Age eight, the day before New Year's Day

Sweeney had just finished his mid-year exams, the day was heavy with rain. He had gotten some of the best top marks in both paper and practical in the class, as well as Greymane City under thirteens for: Alchemy, engineering (when relations with the gnomes was non-excistant in Gilneas, so it was a combination of Reinassance stuff and steam energy), Ancient History, and Thalassian.

In the evening, his family was having a celebration feast, after being mind-numbingly bored from the compound of too much alcohol and discussian of politics, Sweeney sneaked out the window with his friend's and his brother, Parry. It was a a horribly rainy night, the arora boriallis (northern lights) were shining in the sky... And it was ice cold. There was something wrong with that night, like an unspeakable act had just been committed. Walking in the street, him and his friends discussed it, but decided to just get on with pick-pocketing and roof climbing.

Age thirteen, the three days after New Year's Day, Part 1

Once more, Sweeney's brother and his gang (He tended to deny being officially part of it, declaring it barbaric non-sense) were smoking on a street corner. Sweeney, minding his own business, reading (more looking at it and thinking about that strange night) his book in a doorway, was suddenly beckoned over by his brother, Parry, who commanded "Where is my brat of a brother? SWEENEY! Get here, NOW! We need your bloody poison, splint the bartender's drink, we're gonna nick some of his alcohol and tobacco, yeah?" ...Which Sweeney replied to, "Under one condition: you leave me be until your supply of alcohol runs out. Ration it for my sake..."His brother reluctantly agreed, the troublesome six entered the tavern, and Sweeney splinted the bartenders drink with a tiny amount of poison, watching the man clumsily faceplant his counter. Sweeney stalked off to the Military Quater and decided to sit in a cafe and read his book, pushing the thoughts of that odd night out of his head.

However, several minutes later, some professors in suits were blown in: dripping from the rain; Sweeney thought them sorcerers as his skin detected a high amount of static when they entered. They were talking about the abnormal events of "That Odd Night", believing it to have a connection to astro physics or something big and very powerful. A rough sounding traveller had entered not three minutes before them, he interupted their conversation, "Eh? That night eh...? Aye, 'ah heard some rumours of it... Some other travellers on the road, well, carriage, movin' like Nether... Stopped and told me t' get a move on, sayin' something about foul... Greenskinned... Brutes... The south full of energy... They saw... A stucture... A hooded man... A burst of energy, noise... And screechings of the beasts... Somethin' is in Azeroth. Somethin' bad." The traveller fortold ominously. Sweeney was listening intently, but the man had one last thing to say before he hastily left. - "If I were you, Gilnean's, I'd get tha' wall of yours finished of pretty soon."

Age thirteen, the three days after New Year's Day, Part 2

Sweeney prowled out of the cafe and decided to have a go of one of those cigarettes his brother was always egging him on to try, always claiming it calmed you down. There was a loud, grumbling crack from the sky and a flash of light, it took a few seconds until Sweeney realised it was lightning, he chucked the cigarette into the cobbled street and scurried down into a libary of corridor-like streets, he found himself in the clock tower courtyard: With another disorienting crack which struck the clocktower, he noticed the huddled, limping, pin-striped old sorcerer, about to be crushing by falling debrees from the lightning strike.

It seemed to happen so fast, as though is was an involuntary reaction: His arms were stretched in front of him, there was a flash of light, and the debrees of the ancient clock tower were shrunk to the size of pebbles.

Everyone in the clock-tower courtyard stood surprised, all staring and the small boy, whom stood shocked and terrified. The elderly, pin-striped suited sorcerer ambles towards Sweeney, the man's soggy facial hair and head hair contracting into a ferocious grey mane. The man growled whilst seizing Sweeney by the back of his collar: "You're coming with me, boy. You're getting an application to the University of Stormglen." And so Sweeney was dragged over to his home to get parental permission, and begun his life as a sorcerer at Stormglen for years to come.

Age sixteen, Part 1

Sweeney has spent the last three years studying arcane magic, history, alchemy, philosophy, literature and languages intently at the University of Stormglen, on the southern coast of Gilneas. Sweeney was messing up his hair and fixing up his three-piece suit in the old, grand and masculine corridors of the institute, awaiting his friend Rodolphus Fletcher to meet him. In a few minutes, Rodolphus was casually climbing into the corridor through an unnecessarily small window. "Took the scenic route, eh Roddy?" Sweeney exclaimed lightly. Rodolphus then informs jokingly, "Narrowly missed a prefect, the window was the only way out. Hey, you know Narisa Piddlington? Great kisser." Sweeney grinned, "Get you, getting in with her!" There was an echo that sounded like foot steps down the corridor, Sweeney's light-hearted mood shifts into a serious and low one. "Quick, out the window - we need to meet Vincent in the astronomy tower." The pair shifted onto the sleek black slates of the roof, and made their way along the great buildings and detailed gargoyles that dotted the university.

When the pair finally climbed the broken pipes, window ledges and disrepaired balconies, and skimmed along old rims, they finally vaulted into the open-roomed astronomy tower, where their not-as-handsome friend Vincent was entertaining a pack of overly intimate girls. "Evening ladies." Sweeney and Rodolphus greeted in synchronization. Sweeney's hair was also noticably messier when he entered the room, having messed his hair up into a 'cool' fashion behind the girls' backs to achieve that windswept look. The six had a great few hours of flirting and being generally too close than their adult peers would have approved of.

When the girls tottered off back to their dormitories, giggling heartily of course, the trio that was Sweeney, Rodolphus and Vincent engaged in conversation. "Yes, it's true, there've been some worgen sightings in the Northern Headlands... My studies are going well at least, as well as my non-academic life." Sweeney added with that smug grin that was so often annointed upon a teen's face. "Hey Sweeney, ever heard of hellfire?" Roddy inquired, to which Sweeney answered whilst shaking his hair, "Yeah, it's illegal magic mate, too dangerous for us to control I'd say. Warlocks and witches tend to use it, as you could gue-" The headmaster, Ernest Haroldsholste had materialised near the entrance to the balcony, out of thin air.

"Vincent, Rodolphus, be on your way and you won't face punishment." The named pair scurried away without question, leaving Sweeney standing puzzled and apprehensive. "Yes, I've been more than aware of your nightime snooping, Mister Rasmussen." Ernest's brilliant, dark crimson robes flickered in the mild, midsummer's night breeze. "Sir?" Sweeney beckoned the headmaster to continue. "You know, Sweeney, I've always admired you, not only as a student: but as a person. Brave, kind and an astonishing sense of right and wrong... It's going to be a night, Rasmussen. And it's only the start."

Age sixteen, Part 2

To be continued.

Inspirations
Sweeney Todd - I stole the name during a period of being unable to come up with a name. It is the lack conscience that Rasmussen primarily shares with Mister T, and earlier in his life, Sweeney was obsessed with murderous revenge. Inci

Iago & Niccolo Machiavelli - The Italian noblemen, the first fictional and of Shakespeare's play Othello, is inspiration for Sweeney's deeply engrained and resourceful ability to manipulate, picking up on the mildest emotions to obtain power over people. The latter nobleman is a 15th and 16th century Florentine politician who put politics into modern form until the end of monarchy throughout Christendom - power at any means, immoral means. Sweeney was partook in politics in Gilneas in a fashion of Machiavellianism.