Post by Pierce on Nov 12, 2009 4:02:46 GMT -5
Name: Pierce von Pental
Age: 18
Birthday 17/12
Gender: Male
Hometown: New York
Nationality: American
Languages Spoken: English, German
Description: Pierce isn’t very tall or big. In fact he’s around 5’6” in height and has a rather slim build though he weight lifts and liked sports as well as helping his brothers out at the harbor. Pierce likes doing hard labor, and working with family. With bright blue eyes his face always seems to express how he feels. At times he uses his expressive eyes to his advantage and acts dramatic.
Skills:
Combat, from street fighting to boxing to a hand gun. Pierce can defend himself if he needs to, though he abhors violence.
Magic, A sleight of hand and some well played theatrics he can make a believer out of anyone. He’s also good at cards. Practicing over the years it was mostly a hobby to keep his younger sisters amused. Now he uses it to keep the refugees spirits up.
Common First-Aid, Self explanatory and self-taught he helps tend to wounds and re-dressings of wounds since there is a shortage of doctors and nurses available.
Music, talented with a guitar and the piano as well as voice, again he tries to keep everyone’s spirits up.
Personality: Pierce is pretty laid back and easy going for a person his age. He does have his charms which he sometimes doesn’t notice since he was brought up to always be courteous and a gentleman. His favorite motto is “Whatever will be, will be.” Though he doesn’t like slacking off and believes that a person should always try 110 %. That being said if he puts his mind to something he is very stubborn.
It can be said that he doesn’t seem to have any temper whatsoever but he’s very good at hiding it. Sometimes he just lets his anger grow and grow until it bursts. At home relieving his stress was as simple as boxing with his brothers or going to a party. Now though with the invasion and take over it seems that all Pierce can feel is a sense of frustration and grief. Strongly independent he refuses to break down when there are survivors who depend on him and other strong people who can gather food and necessities.
Bio/History: Pierce’s live was pretty normal for him. He graduated high school a semester early and opted to help his older brothers and father with the family business. Working at the Bay Harbor in transporting supplies and boxes from warehouses to the ships docked in the bay was hard but Pierce never once complained. He found it was an honor to work alongside his brothers and family. Besides with his work ethnics and amiable nature he wasn’t a nuisance at work, which made everything even more enjoyable.
Recently before the invasion his brother began to act strange, not outwardly but he moved a bit more...differently. Pierce didn’t know why he started feeling wary of his brother but he just shrugged it off. Thinking it was because of the new girlfriend that his brother started dating from some social group called ‘The Sharing’. Soon things became more evident right up to the invasion. Distraught to find out his oldest brother was under ‘their’ control he was the most reluctant to leave him and run before more controllers came to take them.
Starting Morphs:
Land: Pharaoh Hound
Bug: Black Fly
Other: Dolphin
Scene with Parent:
The streets were silent, rubble and smashed up cars left like toys in a child’s play room. Pierce was crouched behind a smashed up truck, his hair and face dirt smeared and caked with mud. He couldn’t let them find out where the refugee camp was. He knew there wasn’t enough people to fight against the Controllers, there would never be enough. Not yet anyways. He sighed slightly, pausing when he thought he heard something, his pupils dilated in the dying light of the sun which was setting.
There was always the risk that he’d be caught, or any of the foragers. They had to be careful especially during the day when the Controllers seemed to do their ‘sweeping’ rounds. Someone suggested carrying tazer guns but what could they do against dracon beams?
Pierce was grateful the refugees were safe in the current sanctuary. They would have to move soon though.. He tensed again, ears strained to catch every sound, every movement before he quickly dashed across the street, jumping over rubble clutching his messenger bag of food and whatever else he could carry.
He glanced around again, to see if any alarm was triggered or something. Safe, he exhaled his held in breath slowly before creeping into a back alley, pressing against the wall and checking corners before making it to the garage entrance and squeezing into the thin entrance.
“Dad?” He called out softly, his eyes scanning the darkness worriedly. It always freaked him out when he had to take the front entrance. The hair of the back of his neck stood up as he stood frozen waiting for a response. Usually his dad was there to greet him when he went out.
“ Dad’s in the basement parkade with the other refugees ,” A voice spoke out beside him, causing the boy to jolt and clutch at his heart which tried to leap out of his chest. The voice chuckled and Pierce relaxed before punching his brother in the shoulder.
“Why do you always do that?” Pierce spoke annoyed as he shouldered the messenger bag before walking to the doorway into the abandoned hotel, his older brother Shade trailing after him, still snickering.
“Because it’s funny little bro,” Shade replied quietly as they walked along to the parkade entrance, taking the stairs since the elevator long since broke down. Pierce fumbled for the flash light, the faint beam of light cutting through the dark dusty stairwell. ,” Seriously I wish I had a camera to catch your face when you get surprised, it’s priceless.”
Pierce ignored his brother as they walked down the stairs, seemingly endless but he had long since grown out of being afraid of the silent darkness. In fact he wasn’t really afraid of much things these days, expect the hum of dracon beams and bugfighters, as well as the cruel barking orders of human Controllers. It was even disturbing when he had seen his next door neighbor, the gentle gardening woman, aiming a dracon beam at some poor captured refugee and...- No, he wouldn’t think about it.
Pushing the door open he glanced around the crowded parkade, small campfire grills and wind-up lanterns alighting small sections where families and groups huddled together. He glanced around looking for his father before finding him in the ‘medic’ corner, binding another man’s arm. When Pierce got closer the smell of burnt flesh nearly choked him and he resisted the urge to cover his mouth and nose. Shade had long since gone, tugging Pierce’s bag off his shoulder to go and arrange the food into the rationing buckets.
“Hey Pier’ could you pass me the medic spray?” His father spoke without looking up as he swabbed disinfectant along the laser burn. Wordlessly Pierce leaned forward to reach the can of first aid spray and reached out to offer it to his father. His father took it and applied it to the wound before binding it up. “And some gauze.”
“Hey Dad, you know today I did well and-“ Pierce spoke, as he watched his father expertly tend to the wound, before the banging of the stairs brought everyone’s attention to the group of foragers who were struggling to carry an unconscious and injured girl between them. They struggled to the medic corner and looked up at Pierce’s father breathless.
“Please, Heric. She was running and fell through a window,” One of the foragers explained panicked. , We couldn’t leave her there or they’d find her.“ Pierce’s father stood up staring at them each before looking at the woman. Everything was deadly silent now, save the crackling of small fires and the faint coughs.
“Were you followed?” The question seemed to ring out, as if everyone else had wanted to say it. The question seemed to pause in the air as if it was a physical presence. Wordlessly the group shook their heads and Heric directed them to the gurney.
“ Pierce, get me the surgical equipment,” His father said grimly as he turned some of the brighter lamps on around the gurney. Pierce nodded going to walk past and retrieve the kits his father gently grasped his shoulder, leaning close to whisper. “ I know it isn’t much but, Happy Birthday kiddo.” Pierce paused before smiling and patting his father’s hand lightly. Was it his birthday already? How old... eighteen.. years old. With everything that needed to be done around here he didn’t often look at the calendar. At least someone remembered.
“Thanks Dad,” He spoke softly with a grin before the girl screamed suddenly, regaining consciousness. His father hurriedly went to the rusted gurney yelling at the boys to hold her down and restrain her while he pulled the straps loose from the frame. Pierce had to rush to find the surgery kits. If they didn’t hurry she could struggle and make the glass dig into an artery or something.
Age: 18
Birthday 17/12
Gender: Male
Hometown: New York
Nationality: American
Languages Spoken: English, German
Description: Pierce isn’t very tall or big. In fact he’s around 5’6” in height and has a rather slim build though he weight lifts and liked sports as well as helping his brothers out at the harbor. Pierce likes doing hard labor, and working with family. With bright blue eyes his face always seems to express how he feels. At times he uses his expressive eyes to his advantage and acts dramatic.
Skills:
Combat, from street fighting to boxing to a hand gun. Pierce can defend himself if he needs to, though he abhors violence.
Magic, A sleight of hand and some well played theatrics he can make a believer out of anyone. He’s also good at cards. Practicing over the years it was mostly a hobby to keep his younger sisters amused. Now he uses it to keep the refugees spirits up.
Common First-Aid, Self explanatory and self-taught he helps tend to wounds and re-dressings of wounds since there is a shortage of doctors and nurses available.
Music, talented with a guitar and the piano as well as voice, again he tries to keep everyone’s spirits up.
Personality: Pierce is pretty laid back and easy going for a person his age. He does have his charms which he sometimes doesn’t notice since he was brought up to always be courteous and a gentleman. His favorite motto is “Whatever will be, will be.” Though he doesn’t like slacking off and believes that a person should always try 110 %. That being said if he puts his mind to something he is very stubborn.
It can be said that he doesn’t seem to have any temper whatsoever but he’s very good at hiding it. Sometimes he just lets his anger grow and grow until it bursts. At home relieving his stress was as simple as boxing with his brothers or going to a party. Now though with the invasion and take over it seems that all Pierce can feel is a sense of frustration and grief. Strongly independent he refuses to break down when there are survivors who depend on him and other strong people who can gather food and necessities.
Bio/History: Pierce’s live was pretty normal for him. He graduated high school a semester early and opted to help his older brothers and father with the family business. Working at the Bay Harbor in transporting supplies and boxes from warehouses to the ships docked in the bay was hard but Pierce never once complained. He found it was an honor to work alongside his brothers and family. Besides with his work ethnics and amiable nature he wasn’t a nuisance at work, which made everything even more enjoyable.
Recently before the invasion his brother began to act strange, not outwardly but he moved a bit more...differently. Pierce didn’t know why he started feeling wary of his brother but he just shrugged it off. Thinking it was because of the new girlfriend that his brother started dating from some social group called ‘The Sharing’. Soon things became more evident right up to the invasion. Distraught to find out his oldest brother was under ‘their’ control he was the most reluctant to leave him and run before more controllers came to take them.
Starting Morphs:
Land: Pharaoh Hound
Bug: Black Fly
Other: Dolphin
Scene with Parent:
The streets were silent, rubble and smashed up cars left like toys in a child’s play room. Pierce was crouched behind a smashed up truck, his hair and face dirt smeared and caked with mud. He couldn’t let them find out where the refugee camp was. He knew there wasn’t enough people to fight against the Controllers, there would never be enough. Not yet anyways. He sighed slightly, pausing when he thought he heard something, his pupils dilated in the dying light of the sun which was setting.
There was always the risk that he’d be caught, or any of the foragers. They had to be careful especially during the day when the Controllers seemed to do their ‘sweeping’ rounds. Someone suggested carrying tazer guns but what could they do against dracon beams?
Pierce was grateful the refugees were safe in the current sanctuary. They would have to move soon though.. He tensed again, ears strained to catch every sound, every movement before he quickly dashed across the street, jumping over rubble clutching his messenger bag of food and whatever else he could carry.
He glanced around again, to see if any alarm was triggered or something. Safe, he exhaled his held in breath slowly before creeping into a back alley, pressing against the wall and checking corners before making it to the garage entrance and squeezing into the thin entrance.
“Dad?” He called out softly, his eyes scanning the darkness worriedly. It always freaked him out when he had to take the front entrance. The hair of the back of his neck stood up as he stood frozen waiting for a response. Usually his dad was there to greet him when he went out.
“ Dad’s in the basement parkade with the other refugees ,” A voice spoke out beside him, causing the boy to jolt and clutch at his heart which tried to leap out of his chest. The voice chuckled and Pierce relaxed before punching his brother in the shoulder.
“Why do you always do that?” Pierce spoke annoyed as he shouldered the messenger bag before walking to the doorway into the abandoned hotel, his older brother Shade trailing after him, still snickering.
“Because it’s funny little bro,” Shade replied quietly as they walked along to the parkade entrance, taking the stairs since the elevator long since broke down. Pierce fumbled for the flash light, the faint beam of light cutting through the dark dusty stairwell. ,” Seriously I wish I had a camera to catch your face when you get surprised, it’s priceless.”
Pierce ignored his brother as they walked down the stairs, seemingly endless but he had long since grown out of being afraid of the silent darkness. In fact he wasn’t really afraid of much things these days, expect the hum of dracon beams and bugfighters, as well as the cruel barking orders of human Controllers. It was even disturbing when he had seen his next door neighbor, the gentle gardening woman, aiming a dracon beam at some poor captured refugee and...- No, he wouldn’t think about it.
Pushing the door open he glanced around the crowded parkade, small campfire grills and wind-up lanterns alighting small sections where families and groups huddled together. He glanced around looking for his father before finding him in the ‘medic’ corner, binding another man’s arm. When Pierce got closer the smell of burnt flesh nearly choked him and he resisted the urge to cover his mouth and nose. Shade had long since gone, tugging Pierce’s bag off his shoulder to go and arrange the food into the rationing buckets.
“Hey Pier’ could you pass me the medic spray?” His father spoke without looking up as he swabbed disinfectant along the laser burn. Wordlessly Pierce leaned forward to reach the can of first aid spray and reached out to offer it to his father. His father took it and applied it to the wound before binding it up. “And some gauze.”
“Hey Dad, you know today I did well and-“ Pierce spoke, as he watched his father expertly tend to the wound, before the banging of the stairs brought everyone’s attention to the group of foragers who were struggling to carry an unconscious and injured girl between them. They struggled to the medic corner and looked up at Pierce’s father breathless.
“Please, Heric. She was running and fell through a window,” One of the foragers explained panicked. , We couldn’t leave her there or they’d find her.“ Pierce’s father stood up staring at them each before looking at the woman. Everything was deadly silent now, save the crackling of small fires and the faint coughs.
“Were you followed?” The question seemed to ring out, as if everyone else had wanted to say it. The question seemed to pause in the air as if it was a physical presence. Wordlessly the group shook their heads and Heric directed them to the gurney.
“ Pierce, get me the surgical equipment,” His father said grimly as he turned some of the brighter lamps on around the gurney. Pierce nodded going to walk past and retrieve the kits his father gently grasped his shoulder, leaning close to whisper. “ I know it isn’t much but, Happy Birthday kiddo.” Pierce paused before smiling and patting his father’s hand lightly. Was it his birthday already? How old... eighteen.. years old. With everything that needed to be done around here he didn’t often look at the calendar. At least someone remembered.
“Thanks Dad,” He spoke softly with a grin before the girl screamed suddenly, regaining consciousness. His father hurriedly went to the rusted gurney yelling at the boys to hold her down and restrain her while he pulled the straps loose from the frame. Pierce had to rush to find the surgery kits. If they didn’t hurry she could struggle and make the glass dig into an artery or something.
