Post by Synistergrrl on May 26, 2007 15:14:47 GMT -5
Character Name: Zackary Hixson
Nicknames: Zack, Z,
Species: Human
Age: 19
History: Zack vividly remembers the day his mother took her life. She'd locked them in the bathroom, leaving both his little sister and older sister outside wondering what was going on. She was crying and agitated, but when the time came, she seemed completely lucid. She kissed Zack, smearing blood from her wrists across his young flesh and in dark hair. He was a pretty boy, the kind that got beat up because he wasn't masculine enough. But he didn't care. All that mattered was this woman in front of him. She'd told him more times than he cared to remember how he alone was her saving grace, her angel. But here they were and she couldn't handle it any longer. She was begging him to forgive her and he just smiled, toying with her hair and promising he understood. He did, sort of, though he'd not tell her that some of what was happening confused him, he had to be strong for her. She slipped into the tub and before it was all over, he was in the slowly cooling water with her, tickling over her shoulder as she played with his now wet hair. With each stroke across his head, he could feel the languor setting in. When finally her head lulled to the side and her hand slipped from his head, he let out a low moan. He didn't move, it wasn't until his father busted down the door that Zack was taken from his mothers cold embrace.
Zack had been only 12 when his mother had committed suicide and her mental dysfunction was passed to her only son, the light of her life. The only difference was that Zack was a medium level Manic Depressive where his mother was a high lever bi polar creature with a mix of manic moods that co in-sided with her Depression causing erratic behavior and delusions that her own children were subjected too. The girls never seemed to understand their mother, and Zack's father simply tried to take care of her, promising her while she sobbed he'd do anything for her. Zack was the only one in those wild days that could control her some ways. But when she took her life, Zack found himself alone in a mourning family that was feeling guilty for the relief they all felt.
The first time Zack tried to follow his mother he was almost 13 and he tried to do the same trick she'd done, slicing his wrists, but he wasn't as lucky. Being caught and that's when he spent the first time in an institution. His father refusing to loose another one of his family. It went on like this for years. Zack would get out, medicated and fine, but soon he'd take himself off those meds, hide them if need be and eventually the disease would take over. He'd try again and be caught only to be institutionalized yet again. He spent more time in hospital's then he did in actually school, or so it seemed. And finally he was committed this last time for he tried to cut his wrists, only this time he went vertically. The wounds took forever to heal, not at all helped by the fact he kept pulling out the stitches. He found himself strapped down, restrained and forced to remain that way until he could behave. Lithium was the new drug of choice, making him so lost in his own thoughts that he could hardly function.
The night he escaped was simply a mix of fortune smiling on Zack and mistakes made by the orderlies and guards. He found himself able to slip out with out being noticed which seemed at the time wonderfully exhilarating. But once outside, he found he was money less and wearing Pj's. This simply wasn't going to do, but he couldn't seem to dig up any other clothes. It didn't matter, he slipped off until he reached the Bridge. He climbed the railing, the wind whipping around him, the cold water below churning and dancing in the moonlight. It'd be too late when the found him this time. The water's freezing temperatures would kill him, drag him down and he'd finally find his mother again, the only person who he knew for sure understood him. That was until that white figure appeared, coaxing him down from the edge with sweet subtle words that seemed to confuse him more then ease his suffering. This was not his savior, this was Lucius, his demon prince, death incarnate there to take what was rightfully his. And Zack, he went willingly, knowing that eventually he'd end up with his mother, for Lucius the Grim Reaper and eventually he would take his payment from Zack, in the mean time, Zack would simply play the creatures deadly game until he was no longer able to fight back.
Abilities: he has no supernatural abilities that would help him fight or anything. He simply can brawl a bit, but nothing more.
Powers: none.
Skills: He's artistic, painting and playing guitar with a somewhat decent voice when he wishes.
Equipment: himself?
Appearance: Zack had long dark hair that rests in shaggy layers right below his collar bone. His eyes are dark, almost black in color and rimmed in thick dark lashes that give the appearance of wearing liner. His left brow is pierced and he had Kanji tattoo's that wrap around his shoulders and neck, looking like brushed on. He prefers black clothes, not really caring if they are name brands or not, but if they look good, he's happy. He's more feminine looking, girlish almost in appearance, thin and medium height, he is what some would describe as pretty.