Post by Pierrot Delacroix on Dec 24, 2017 4:00:09 GMT
Pierrot Maximillion Delacroix
MALE. | SEVENTEEN. | BISEXUAL. | YEAR TWO. |
HEMOMANCY. | ACCELERATED REGENERATION. |
TERTIARY POWER. | UNIQUE POWER. |
POWER DESCRIPTIONS
Hemomancy/Beginner: Pierrot has the ability to control,warp and create constructs out of his own blood, preferably bladed and blunt weapons. In a pinch he is known to create what seems to be a long tendril of blood that he will use as a whip when he can’t close the distance between him and his foes. The drawback to his ability is that the farther his blood travels from him the worse his connection to it grows making it weaker and less solid. At the current level of his practice the blades aren’t as sharp as he would like them to be but that suits The Fool just fine, he enjoys the faces his victims show as he cuts with the dull blades.
Accelerated Regeneration/intermediate: Being that he needs his blood t fight Pierrot has trained his latent ability to heal from injuries that he causes to himself or others done to him to heal at a much faster rate. The need to cut himself to get a steady supply of blood but not enough to kill himself has brought him to the brink of passing out due to blood loss has happened many times. But through practice he has learned to regenerate quickly due to this drawback. The attacks against him that he hasn’t done to himself though dont tent to heal quite as fast as the ones he does to himself, which boggles Pierrot to no end.
Accelerated Regeneration/intermediate: Being that he needs his blood t fight Pierrot has trained his latent ability to heal from injuries that he causes to himself or others done to him to heal at a much faster rate. The need to cut himself to get a steady supply of blood but not enough to kill himself has brought him to the brink of passing out due to blood loss has happened many times. But through practice he has learned to regenerate quickly due to this drawback. The attacks against him that he hasn’t done to himself though dont tent to heal quite as fast as the ones he does to himself, which boggles Pierrot to no end.
APPEARANCE
Standing at a fairly tall for his age at 6’3” and a lean 175lbs. Pierrot is a very lithe young man. Pierrot was raised in a wealthy but broken home so he always envisioned what it would be like if he had been treated good enough to live like his parents did. When Pierrot himself is in control he keeps his shoulder length jet black hair either tied back into a ponytail or slicked back with hair gel, to keep it out from in front of his crimson red eyes. A pair of slick reading glasses tends to always be perched on nis nose due to him almost always carrying a book around. As for his attire, he generally wears a pair or black or grey dress pants with a white collared shirt with a red and black pinstripe vest and tie. Being a tall and slim young man with a tone body.
However his split personality, he likes to be called The Fool, is completely different. Lacking any semblance of decorum that Pierrot has his apperance is all over the place. Not wanting to do the minor things like grooming, when he slips between his personalities his hair will become disheveled and he loses his glasses and unbuttones and loosens his tie giving off a slacker, almost devilmaycare vibe. The look I’m his eyes shows the depths of depravity that this side of Pierrot will be willing to go to quite unlike the air of formality that Pierrot usually shows. Adding to his psychopathic behavior he has ground down his teeth to sharp points to ease in his access to the blood needed to use his abilities, for biting down on his lips. That being said, The Fool with paint his face with proper harlequin makeup given the opportunity.
However his split personality, he likes to be called The Fool, is completely different. Lacking any semblance of decorum that Pierrot has his apperance is all over the place. Not wanting to do the minor things like grooming, when he slips between his personalities his hair will become disheveled and he loses his glasses and unbuttones and loosens his tie giving off a slacker, almost devilmaycare vibe. The look I’m his eyes shows the depths of depravity that this side of Pierrot will be willing to go to quite unlike the air of formality that Pierrot usually shows. Adding to his psychopathic behavior he has ground down his teeth to sharp points to ease in his access to the blood needed to use his abilities, for biting down on his lips. That being said, The Fool with paint his face with proper harlequin makeup given the opportunity.
PERSONALITY
Pierrot was raised as an experiment by his abusive father and neglectful and non caring mother. The other thing he ever experienced was the cold and callous attitude of his parents and the horrible experiments his father committed in the name of science. Pierrot himself is extremely distant and can seen cold and downright rude oweing to the years of abuse, but in his heart of hearts he is a boy that just needs someone to show the slightest glimpse of kindness will open him up.
The Fool, his other half, is a complete and utter psychopath. When he, as Pierrot calls him, comes out to play you better run. An evil grin is always present on his face, showing his fang like teeth that he purposely ground down, much to the dismay of Pierrot himself, to strike fear and loathing into people. Taking on the idealology that everything is a game and people are just his playthings The Fool never takes anything seriously, even when he is gravely injures, calling it all part of the show and that one must keep the great audience laughing.
The Fool, his other half, is a complete and utter psychopath. When he, as Pierrot calls him, comes out to play you better run. An evil grin is always present on his face, showing his fang like teeth that he purposely ground down, much to the dismay of Pierrot himself, to strike fear and loathing into people. Taking on the idealology that everything is a game and people are just his playthings The Fool never takes anything seriously, even when he is gravely injures, calling it all part of the show and that one must keep the great audience laughing.
BIOGRAPHY
From the time Pierrot was born his life was nothing short of hell. His parents married from not love but money. The man Pierrot regretfully calls father was a scientist, studying the effects of the psychic powers suddenly are aiding in the populous and his mother was a high society woman born of an enfluencial family. The two came together due to Mr. Alphonse Delacroix working with Pierrot grandfather, a general in the US army at the time, on a project to weaponize the phenomenon. Born into a family that had no real time or love for the boy, all Pierrot was shown was cruelty and neglect in his formative years. Constantly beaten by his father for the slightest of mistakes and berated by his mother for far less, Pierrot learned very quickly to only rely on himself.
On his 10th birthday, instead of the nothing that the young boy grew accustomed to getting, his mother gave him a small puppy. Shocked by the gesture and overwhelmed with the thought of having a real friend Pierrot did something he never told his mother, thank you. Waving him off dismissively she neither responded or chastising him, she sent him on his way. For the next few days, the young man was happy for the first time, his father had been gone on business so the beatings were something to forget for the time and his new friend, which he named Clown, had a blast. Upon his fathers return the boys world came crashing down. Furious with his mother for bringing a filthy mongrel into his house, as he put it, Mr. Delacroix grabbed his son by the neck and drug him and Clown outside. Throwing Pierrot to the ground he was forced to watch as his one and only friend he ever had be mercilessly buldgeoned to death made something snap in Pierrot. As calmly as he had seen his father do so many times before, he slicked his hair back, straightened his tie and flared at his son. “
As the years passed and passed Pierrot began to hear something in the back of his mind. Subtle at first, urging him to hurt himself, others. At this time his father began to subject Pierrot to experiments intended to see if psychic powers could be brought out in certain subjects, further leading him down a path of no return. Along with the experiments, His father hired a very strict and harsh tutor to teach him the various subjects to keep authorities away from wondering why he haven’t been enrolled in schooling. Pierrot began to distance himself from his current predicament. Saying to himself, this isn’t happening to me and retreating to a hole inside himself. There in that place the voice he had been hearing grew even stronger. You don’t need to be here, Let me out, I’ll make everything better, I’ll make you smile... The last thing Pierrot heard the voice before he came back to his senses.
Standing in the middle of a plain white room splattered with the crimson blood of the other children surrounding him, Pierrot recoiled in horror. His father was correct in one part of his hypothesis, powers could be brought out in people, who already have them. Frustrated by this knowledge, he left the testing chamber. The many cuts and slashes on Pierrot badly hurt body started to heal miraculously fast of the next day. As he lay in bed recovering from this extremely horrible test he noticed something else, the blood from his wounds also seemed to react to his commands, moving where he told it. Very slightly at first but with practice, he began to learn to control it further. Sleep tended to be terrible for Pierrot after this event, the void of sleep opened his mind to the voice.
“Why don’t you let me out... I wanna play... Dont you want to get vengeance...? Come on... Let... Me... Out..!” He constantly hear this psychopathic voice in his head over the years until his 17th birthday. The few times The Fool, as Pierrot came to call him, had gotten out and been free to roam with their shared body, it ended in the deaths of at least one person. Always coming back to his senses after the fact, Pierrot never knew what to do. Until he left. Ran away from the hell that was his former life. Haveing lived on the streets for a few months and The Fool only getting out maybe 5 times much to his dismay, a man approached him out of the blue.
“How would you like to have a new home?” Pierrot was unsure about the man but anything could be better then living out of cardboard boxes and eating out of trash cans. The first year at the academy was a very trying time for the young man. With him not having the best social skills in the world due to his upbringing and his tendency towards introvertism, Pierrot spent most of his free time in the library learning all he could about what he was neglected to be taught and what he could do to keep The Fool in check with psychology text books and the like. Now in his second year of schooling Pierrot has opened up a little bit but tends to try and keep people away due to the darkness inside of him that seems to be getting stronger each passing day... The voice of The Fool seemed to only get more dominant, and the pull from his side of Pierrot mind is getting stronger and stronger with each passing day. Something seems to be invading the broken mind of the young man, something darker and more malevolent than the depraved and vile creature that took residence in his psyche. Each day would become a fight to stay in control.
On his 10th birthday, instead of the nothing that the young boy grew accustomed to getting, his mother gave him a small puppy. Shocked by the gesture and overwhelmed with the thought of having a real friend Pierrot did something he never told his mother, thank you. Waving him off dismissively she neither responded or chastising him, she sent him on his way. For the next few days, the young man was happy for the first time, his father had been gone on business so the beatings were something to forget for the time and his new friend, which he named Clown, had a blast. Upon his fathers return the boys world came crashing down. Furious with his mother for bringing a filthy mongrel into his house, as he put it, Mr. Delacroix grabbed his son by the neck and drug him and Clown outside. Throwing Pierrot to the ground he was forced to watch as his one and only friend he ever had be mercilessly buldgeoned to death made something snap in Pierrot. As calmly as he had seen his father do so many times before, he slicked his hair back, straightened his tie and flared at his son. “
As the years passed and passed Pierrot began to hear something in the back of his mind. Subtle at first, urging him to hurt himself, others. At this time his father began to subject Pierrot to experiments intended to see if psychic powers could be brought out in certain subjects, further leading him down a path of no return. Along with the experiments, His father hired a very strict and harsh tutor to teach him the various subjects to keep authorities away from wondering why he haven’t been enrolled in schooling. Pierrot began to distance himself from his current predicament. Saying to himself, this isn’t happening to me and retreating to a hole inside himself. There in that place the voice he had been hearing grew even stronger. You don’t need to be here, Let me out, I’ll make everything better, I’ll make you smile... The last thing Pierrot heard the voice before he came back to his senses.
Standing in the middle of a plain white room splattered with the crimson blood of the other children surrounding him, Pierrot recoiled in horror. His father was correct in one part of his hypothesis, powers could be brought out in people, who already have them. Frustrated by this knowledge, he left the testing chamber. The many cuts and slashes on Pierrot badly hurt body started to heal miraculously fast of the next day. As he lay in bed recovering from this extremely horrible test he noticed something else, the blood from his wounds also seemed to react to his commands, moving where he told it. Very slightly at first but with practice, he began to learn to control it further. Sleep tended to be terrible for Pierrot after this event, the void of sleep opened his mind to the voice.
“Why don’t you let me out... I wanna play... Dont you want to get vengeance...? Come on... Let... Me... Out..!” He constantly hear this psychopathic voice in his head over the years until his 17th birthday. The few times The Fool, as Pierrot came to call him, had gotten out and been free to roam with their shared body, it ended in the deaths of at least one person. Always coming back to his senses after the fact, Pierrot never knew what to do. Until he left. Ran away from the hell that was his former life. Haveing lived on the streets for a few months and The Fool only getting out maybe 5 times much to his dismay, a man approached him out of the blue.
“How would you like to have a new home?” Pierrot was unsure about the man but anything could be better then living out of cardboard boxes and eating out of trash cans. The first year at the academy was a very trying time for the young man. With him not having the best social skills in the world due to his upbringing and his tendency towards introvertism, Pierrot spent most of his free time in the library learning all he could about what he was neglected to be taught and what he could do to keep The Fool in check with psychology text books and the like. Now in his second year of schooling Pierrot has opened up a little bit but tends to try and keep people away due to the darkness inside of him that seems to be getting stronger each passing day... The voice of The Fool seemed to only get more dominant, and the pull from his side of Pierrot mind is getting stronger and stronger with each passing day. Something seems to be invading the broken mind of the young man, something darker and more malevolent than the depraved and vile creature that took residence in his psyche. Each day would become a fight to stay in control.
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