Post by Pierre Sisco on Oct 2, 2007 14:19:25 GMT -5
Code Name:Damage Control
Real Name:Pierre Sisco
Age:17
Powers:Pierre has fangs that are about two inches long, they started out as odd shaped as a child. He has the urge and need to express his rage he gets very violent and he has been doing so by beating his ex lover. Pierre''s powers are all animal driven he has the thoughts of a wild animal and the urges of one, he cannot control nor keep his urges in tact.
Pierre has the odd power of being able to hack into any system any where he always has, but he thinks its just a talent. Pierre discovered that he could no longer eat cooked meat because it made his teeth hurt and so he started eating raw meat and he slowly realized he had the odd lust for wanting to attack people and to bite and rip them open. he figured it was just the drugs so he stopped, but he still gets the urges every day and is fighting. His urges are going on and he tends to call him self a blood thursty beast he reminds himself of a best.
Group:none yet
Individual Rival(s):
Originally from:New Jersey
Known Family:Trendal Bouvier-father- Macy Sisco
High School Grade:11th
Hobbies and pastimes:Soccer, singing, painting
Favorite music:rock and rap
Favorite foods:pizza, tacos, nachos
History:Pierre Sisco was born to his mother and father in Canada on a late October night, Halloween to be correct, It was windy and muskie and dark and wet and grimy and the young couple could in no way pay to get into a fancy hospital so Pierre was born at home in his mothers bed while she was high on only god knows what. Pierre was delivered by a drug dealer who was in the couples house at the time and just happened to be a male nurse before taking to drugging.
Pierre had a normal childhood, along side the fact he was slightly addicted to things and he could hardly go five minutes with out crying his mother growing tired of his constant whining locked him in his room when he was two and went out to a party coming home to find him passed out she woke him up and gave him a bottle and muttered "Eat before I slap you," and shut the door.
Pierre was treated like this and never talked to or really played with till he was five and they hired a baby sitter to watch him and she would hug Pierre and give him candy and kisses and play with him and let him watch tv with her. Pierre learned his first words from his baby sitter and they were "God loves me," and his mother banned the baby sitter after hearing Pierre speak those words.
Pierre was ten when he came home from school (the state had forced his mother into sending him to) and found his mother in the arms...and legs of another man and he was shocked, sure his mother was a mean and rude woman but why did she do this to his father whom treated Pierre a little nicer. Pierre was sent to his room with out supper and told if he spoke one word he would be killed.
Pierre was allowed out of his room later that night and was greeted by his father and hugged, Pierre could not help it what ten year old could and he told on his mother sending his parents into a drastic fight ending in the death of Pierre's father with the help of a knife from the kitchen. Pierre was forced to help his mother hide the body and then clean up the mess and shortly after that his mothers lover moved in.
When Pierre was four teen he was a normal boy...except he could hardly speak and was shy and hid from most people and shied away from other. He was sent home after a bully had beaten him up for not talking or giving up his lunch money and his step father "Alberto" was home and took it as his sign to punish Pierre ending in Pierre being beaten even more and thrown in his room.
Pierre at fifteen was being beaten daily and always bullied at school because of how he reacted, Pierre finally one night after being slapped just snapped his eyes started to glow red and a sudden surge of power went threw him and he went nuts punching attacking and bitting his step father until all that was left was a almost dead mauled body. Pierre then noticed the teeth in his mouth had grown and were sharp and he could smell everything so much clearer it was like a gift from god.
Pierre packed his bags and left a note explaining how he could no longer take it and he would never be home and he took off on his own, He only lasted a few months on his own before he reliezed he had so many problems he could hardly handle them so he did the one thing his body knew to do...besides kill he knew how to beg he begged someone for some help one day and a guy handed him a check for four grand and said be smart kiddo and Pierre went out bought some new cloths and rented a hotel room.
Pierre started a job and works in a coffee shop providing old woman and young couples with their addicting coffee and he stays in his apartment most the time hiding away from people. He sees a Shrink every Tuesday Thursday and Saturday to help him with his many mental and addicting problems but its not helping so much all he thinks about is blood, killing, hunger. and finding a mate.
Sample Post:Pierre made was way down the empty side walk , He was so alone and bored today and he did happen to have the day off so why not go to the park maybe he could have some fun blame the southern weather for his need of fresh air.. "Hey you there, freak," shouted a voice and Pierre stopped dead in his tracks. Maybe they did not mean me maybe they meant someone else I'm not that much of a freak. Those thoughts ran threw his head as he slowly turned around to come face to face with a tall rugged looking man.
"Yeah you you mutie freak," All the color drained from Pierre's face as he took a step back whats wrong could his nails be seen when did he take off his gloves? did someone see his teeth?. "I said mutie freak listen to me," was the snappy reply as Pierre felt a punch hit his stomach what should he do?.
"I," "I'm sorry," he coughed out his words stuttering as he bit his lip, he wished now more then ever that his mother had taught him proper was of talking to others. "I'm really sorry sir,' he whimpered out hoping it would delay this attack. "You disgrace to man kind you, filthy animal," the man roared as he grabbed Pierre by the hoodie and lifted him off his feet and shoved him into the tree behind him.
"Please don't hurt me," Pierre gasped out as he pulled at the mans hands desperate to be free. "I'll do more then hurt you boy I'll kill you," the man shouted into Pierre's poor face. "Please no," was the weak rply as Pierre let his gloves fall off and did the one thing he hated to do.
Attack. Pierre reached out with his hand and sliced it over the mans face leaving deep nail marks down the mans face. "You d**ned mutant," the man roared as he held one hand to face face as Pierre reached out and using all his force and power(which was not much mind you) he dragged his nails down the mans arm.
Finding a chance he pushed the bleeding man away. "I am so sorry," Pierre let out in a terrified tone as he ran off as fast as he could. Police sirens could be heard from the distance. "Oh no," "I'm going to," "to," "to ja?" he had to think very hard for the word to come to mind. "Jail," he yelped out in a high pitched voice as he ran down a alley way.
