The Streaker

Backstory
A violent and insane character abusing drugs and spewing nonsense. He has no rhyme, no reason, nor logic behind his rants and tirades. He has very little self control and more importantly, is absolutely brutally insane. He chills in the closet, abusing drugs, and posting on Reddit and Twitter, as well as YouTube. He is simply a force of nature not to be reckoned with, and is a sick and foul creature that should never be instigated. Because he is an absolute asshole. He represents the Chaotic Neutral of The Creator's Psyche. He was born in Michigan, in a home with his mother, father, sister, and brother. But after his brother's assault on his sister, he was swiftly killed by their father. However his father continued to sexually abuse his sister until later in life. After a lovely day at the park with his dad, where he'd convinced his dad to buy him a Ouija board, he spent hours with his sister playing with it. It was his first experience with ghosts, so after the terror ensued by the board, he and his sister went upstairs to play Halo: Combat Evolved. Instead however he walked in on his father beating his mother to death with a hammer.

He suffered from severe depression for most of his life. But what truly set him off the edge was when his wife miscarried during the car ride to the ultrasound. This terrible event sent this otherwise loving husband, and overall good person into a downward spiral, he would've been put back on his antidepressants for the return of his undiagnosed, Major Depressive Disorder. He became violently in agony, unable to function and ultimately left him trapped in his room, away from his slowly but surely, estranged wife. He became violent towards himself, and his wife while she was attempting to become his caretaker, had to care for his constant maiming of himself, and starving himself. He ultimately was left in absolute agony and his wife lost the will to cope with his constant absence in personality, and the loss of the man she had once loved. Inevitably he was fired from his job due to taking too much time dealing with the pain, swiftly followed by he and his estranged wife divorcing.

He flung himself into drugs, most normally heroin and cocaine. His house became an absolute putrid sty, a den of drug-fueled neglect and debilitating lack of care. He managed to piss away his remaining funds in a slew of overdoses from either of these drugs, and ultimately found his way into every other. When he ultimately found the strength to try and stifle his decline in oblivion, he flung himself into rehabilitation. TA found him at an AA meeting, in which TA popped open a bottle and brought in everybody's return to alcoholism. The Streaker chose to relinquish his name, and his place in this world to live in the Character Closet, relinquishing his personhood willingly and happily.