Weston Parks, M.D.

Weston Parks was born to his native Afghani parents in 1977, and the family of three came to America in 1978. As a boy, Weston's actual name was Atash Armaghan, though when he was moved to the States, his parents changed his name in hopes that he would be better accepted by the American children with a name like theirs. As a child, he had a strange, almost sick fascination with the human body. On occasion, he would slice various parts of his body, to find out where blood would and would not flow from, how much, and how fast. It was a dangerous habit, and his parents knew, to a certain extent that their son was not well, mentally speaking. Weston was a brilliant student throughout his school career, and was accepted to Harvard Medical, where he graduated at the age of twenty six, in 2003. His abnormal fascinations with the limits of the human body fueled the desire to be a doctor, and his goal was achieved when he completed his residency the following year. Though he hid his obsession with the human physique decently well, an afternoon in late 2005 brought the severing of his emotional chords, and Weston suffered a mental break down, that ended in the death of a patient in cold blood. He was institutionalized following his trial for murder of the first degree, the jury agreed with his lawyer's plea bargain of insanity. In 2007, he escaped from the institution, with no trace of his escape efforts, and he seemed to literally drop off the face of the earth. He currently works as a high paid assassin, or a low key version of a serial killer. Weston's favorite means of dealing with people consist of a variety of scientific and medical experimentation, and he rarely kills his victims. However, the victims never remember their torture at Weston's hand, as, once his "fun" is completed, he injects an incredibly powerful anesthetic into the blood stream, at such a concentration as to destroy several cells in the hippocampus. (The portion of the brain responsible for short term memory) He then returns them to their homes, where they are left to ponder their new scars and markings, with no evidence, or lasting impression to lead them to where it might have come from. He has dropped the name Weston, and replaced it with a name he gave himself, "Jackal"