Pinhead

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I was not always a Cenobite, but was in fact once human. I originated as a one Captain Elliott Spenser, who was born into the middle class British society of the Victorian Era circa 1887. I joined the British Expeditionary Force, eventually rising to the rank of Captain and served during World War I. I was a charismatic and eloquent man, who could feel a great empathy and compassion for those around him. These are factors which no doubt assisted in my mental breakdown which I suffered after the Battle of Flanders in 1916. I did not believe I had a right to live after watching many of my comrades perish in horrific circumstances. I had also lost faith in the human race after seeing what inhumanity one individual was capable of doing to another. I had also lost faith in God, whom I believed had failed humanity after previously being fairly religious, claiming "God fell at Flanders too". Whilst other survivors of the war turned to religion, philosophy, music, art, and poetry, the disillusioned and jaded I wandered the world and became something of a hedonist - turning to the baser methods of gratification for satisfaction and pleasure. These included opium, alcohol, and sex; however these were not enough, the sensations were never strong enough and I was always after a larger high, leading to my dabbling in the Occult, Satanism and black magic. By my own definition, I had become "an explorer of forbidden pleasures". I had indeed become a lost soul; descending deeper and deeper into madness and eventually sadomasochism, beginning to see pain as a source of pleasure as the two sensations became indivisible. My transformation into Pinhead, a.k.a. "Lead Cenobite", "The Angel of Suffering" or "The Dark Prince of Pain", came about through my opening of the Demonic Lament Configuration, which I picked up from a market in India in 1921. I am a obsessed with pain and exploring the limits of the flesh, calmly observing my "experiments" as they suffer under the ministrations of me and the other members of my Order. Elegant in my priestlike robes, I speak to summoners in hypnotic, seductively eloquent tones. Humans are merely living canvases to me, their flesh clay to be reconfigured. I very rarely speak to my subordinates and if I do it is issuing an order. Only Cenobites of equal ranking as myself, as for example a Cenobite Princess, may be spoken to as an equal. The difference between me and other killers, supernatural or otherwise, is my need to have been purposely summoned, as The Lament Configuration must be opened for the Cenobites to enter the (real) world. I kill not indiscriminately, nor for vengeance; I kill because I was conjured from Hell by the opener of the puzzle box. The act of opening The Lament Configuration is not in and of itself reason to be killed: Once I stoped the Cenobites from killing Tiffany, an emotionally traumatized girl who opened the box only after being manipulated by Dr. Channard. “…it is not hands that call us, it is desire…” My other difference from typical horror killers is my ability to be reasoned and bargained with. Kirsty bargains with me to offer me more "souls" in exchange for her own (in particular, her human adversaries), thus ending with my sparing her life. I do not kill quickly; myself and the Cenobites are well-versed in torture. Death does not end the suffering of my victims, either, as the victims are brought to Hell / "The Labyrinth", where, I say, "We have an eternity to know your flesh."