Post by fang on Apr 6, 2011 18:55:36 GMT -5
[/b] Andy Sixx[/ul]
Bite me.
NAME
Fang Demoir
NICKNAMES,
Fang
GENDER,
Male
AGE,
six-teen
RACE,
Fuoco
What do I look like? A freak show?
APPEARANCE,
Fang has shaggy long hair that falls mainly to one side of his face. Obsidian black eyes with a piercing gaze peered through the curtain of raven. He had snake bites, and would hardly be seen any where without them. He chose to wear converse, and skinny jeans that could vary in colors from black, to a light gray. A black studded belt that was always only fed through two loops; so it ended up dangling uselessly around his legs. I mean, the only thing those would do for you is trip you. He was never seen without either a black hoodie, or a gray one that had a picture of a eagle on the front. Fang is tall, slim, but don't let his size fool you. He could pack a punch. He didn't weigh much for his height; not to mention he was mainly all muscle, and hardly any fat could be found on him what so ever.
When life gives you lemons, you squirt the juice in some ones eyes, and hope that gets them to leave you alone.
PERSONALITY,
If you can get past the darkness, and negative personality, you'll find that underneath all that is a really cool guy. He's loyal to those that have given him a reason to be loyal to, and will stick up for his friends. (Not to say that he has many friends...because he doesn't.) He doesn't talk much, but when he does it generally because he's got something good to say. Or, he's got a snide comment, but it's all for the greater good. The next one gets him in some trouble, and does have it's down falls, but you win some, and you lose some. Fang is painfully blunt, and will be honest with you. It didn't matter if you were his mother, father, or dying grand mother he would tell you what he really thought.
Now, that doesn't go to say that his bluntness doesn't hurt feelings. Fang has lost many friends because of his direct approach, but he still feels that people should know the truth. Sarcasm. Sarcasm was something that Fang did the best, and it didn't settle right with some people. He's got a heart of gold, yes, but to get to his heart you've got to crash through endless brick walls, face the pits of hell, and get through the lions den. All in all, he isn't a very trusting person, and chooses to stick to the dark sides of things more often than come to light. It makes him a pretty shady character. One more thing; if he doesn't like you, he's not going to sugar coat it. He's gonna tell you to go away the first time, and then the colorful words start flying.
Don't trust a hoe.
BACKGROUND,
There are many theories to the reasons to why Fang is so up tight, and keeps to himself more often than opening up. Let's start with his child hood, shall we? I won't say that it was necessarily a bad one, but it sure as hell wasn't a great one. He could remember staying up all night, listening to his mother and father arguing in the next room. Often, he would be in the room with them, and his mother would tell him to leave the room, and find something to do in his room. As if that would do anything. Even with his head phones on, and turned up to the loudest possible setting, their hurtful words seeped through the hard core lyrics, and taught him that not even love was enough to save something. His parents had 'loved' each other, but it wasn't enough to save their relationship. It wasn't enough to stop the divorce that would ultimately change everything.
His mother had won custody of him, but she couldn't support them. So, she turned to other means of earning money. You know, standing on corners, that sort of jazz. While mommy was off 'working', Fang would be in his room. All he had to do was stare at his wall, feed the fish, or bang his head against something hard until he died of boredom. His mother had forbidden him to play with fire. Or create fire. Or have anything to do with fire what so ever. He would only be allowed to use his power in dire situations. As he grew, he slowly began to understand what his mothers work was. It scared him. Especially when she had been screaming at him for something that wasn't even his fault. He tried to tell her to calm down, but it only launched her into a bigger frenzy. She reached out, and slapped him as hard as she could across the face. Sparks flew, and Fang stumbled backwards; a look of surprise flickering across his constitution.
Her eyes had grown wide, and she collapsed at the table, her head in her hands, and tears rolling down her face. Despite the pain of being slapped by his own mother, he slowly edged forward. "Mom?" He inquired softly. "Mom, what's wrong?" Hatred was burning deep down inside of him, but he couldn't bring himself to scream at her. Couldn't bring himself to slap her, or say anything hurtful. The burning in his cheek was a constant reminder of the stinging slap. Now, you need to understand Fang was around 13 at this time. She reached out for him, her hand shaking slightly. That was when he found out he was going to have another sibling. Fan-fucking-tastic. He merely rocked her back and forth, and ran one hand down her hair, speaking soothing words to calm the women down that had brought him into this world. Without being told to, he went out, and got a job to help support himself, and her. It was a small job; one helping the mechanic, but it would be enough. The next nine months were one's that would push him to do the one thing that his mother couldn't handle. You see, Fang was the only person she could take her anger out on any more. His father had escaped that ordeal. Lucky bastard.
It wasn't until the baby was brought home did Fang get forgotten. His mother was lost in her own little world; not noticing if Fang slipped out at midnight, or never came back for a few days. That is, until the night there was a knock on her door. Wearily, she opened the door, and was shocked to see Fang with two cops on either side of him. He was drunk off his ass, and clearly in a lot of trouble. Each cop had a fistful of shirt fabric one hand; both supporting him, and keeping him from collapsing. "Your sons here for burning down a building." One cop said in a matter-of-factly monotone. "We don't know how he did it, but he was the only one at the scene. Since he is a minor, we have brought him here. Make sure he makes it to court date, or he will be going to jail." She nodded curtly, and stepped aside. Both cops shoved Fang through the door; not roughly, but Fang was not prepared for it. He landed on his knees, but flinched when the door slammed.
"What the hell were you thinking!" His mother demanded. He slowly got up, and smirked. "So...it worked. You finally know that I exist. How fan-fucking-tastic!" He said, throwing his hands into the air. Anger was slowly pouring out of each and over fiber of his being. "Nine months I toiled," His speech slurred, but it didn't stop him from stepping forward, and lashing out at his mom. She grabbed the baby, and held it protectively to her bosom. "For you, and that...bitch!" He said, pointing to his half sister in his mothers hands. "You never loved me half as much as you love her!" He struck his mom, for the first time in ages. Slapped her right across the face. She cried out in pain, but it didn't reach Fangs ears. He was in a blind fury. "Doesn't feel good, does it!" He screamed, the veins in his neck popping out. With his personality, he wasn't equipped with the patience to deal with all of this. He was way over due for a break down, any ways.
"Your flipping whore! You only thought of yourself! And getting knocked up! You know what? I don't feel sorry for you!" She was cowering in the corner, whimpering softly. He threw all her mistakes in her face. "I'm sorry...I'm sorry Fang. I loved you...I still love you..." He sneered, and sprinted for the door. "Don't fucking lie to me! I hate you! I hate your guts, and her guts, and you can go to hell! I'm living with dad!" And with that, he slammed the door solidly behind him. So, as you can now imagine, Fang lives with his dad, but prefers to be distant from his dad. I can safely say that he had learned from the mistake of consuming alcohol, and has never touched the stuff again, but his temper never got in check. Did I mention that he hasn't spoken to his mom since that night? Two years? Time, and time again she's tried to call him. She's tried to get a hold of him, and beg for his forgiveness, but he wouldn't hear of it. The moral of this story? Fang makes a horrible enemy to have; one you won't soon forget. [/sup] [/blockquote][/blockquote]
