Zachariah Grants | Criminal ●

[Zachariah Grants]

Name: Zachariah Alver Grants Age: 27 Gender: male Sexuality: pansexual Faction: Criminal Occupation: Bounty hunter Playby: LA STORIA DELLA ARCANA FAMIGLIA, Ash Traits Positive Determined Hardworking Responsible Caring towards family Honest Loyal Fast acting Negative Aggressive Moody Sarcastic Defiant Impulsive Demanding Harsh "I'm street smart; it's better than book smart." History Zack’s mother had never been the healthiest individual, but she and her husband wanted to try for children regardless. They were sure God would take care of all things, but when his mother did get pregnant, she became very sick and very frail. Her doctor suggested her to abort the baby several times for the sake of her health, but she never once accepted such a proposition. She suffered complications during the birth, and an emergency C-section saved the baby if not the mother. They could not get her to stop bleeding after the surgery, and she died shortly thereafter. Zack’s father could not handle the emotional burden especially when the baby too was sickly and probably doomed to a life in and out of the hospital if he even survived. He broke and threw himself in front of a bus though his suicide would be considered an ‘accident’ by the family after the fact. In this way, the baby was off to a rough start to say the least. Zack’s maternal grandmother would take up the mantle where it was left seeing to it that the medical bills were taken care of and the like. The child would be in the hospital for several weeks before finally being released when his condition was stable, and he was a fussy baby when home. His grandmother spent many sleepless nights tending to the frail baby speaking life into him in hopes the last remnants of her eldest daughter would survive. He was sick for most of his early years and was an indoor child for that reason. Despite this, his early memories weren’t altogether terrible. He shared some happy times learning to cook with Grandma and play putting games with Grandpa. There were a few un-pleasantries including being pumped with vitamins and medication when he was sick in an effort to boost his immune system, but he did like certain teas with a bit of honey at least. When he was four, his aunt and uncle married, and his uncle came to live in the house thereafter. A baby was born shortly thereafter, and Zack was mildly interested- at least when he wasn’t shooed away by women and told to go do something else. The fussiness of the baby was enough to keep him away frequently enough, though. Soon enough, there was fighting at night; Zack could hear it almost every night. Eventually his grandfather kicked his uncle out of the house, and the noise lulled somewhat. Thankfully it was only after that he started school. When he did start school, however, Zack was often picked on by others for being smaller and rather pale. He got into quite a few fights but was often beat by larger boys. His grandmother would have none of this, however, as soon as she caught wind of it. She stomped down quite a few children by alerting their parents to what they were doing and practically demanding change. Truthfully Zack was sometimes embarrassed by her intensity in that regard, and it got really bad when they started teasing him for hiding behind grandma. However, overall he appreciated the gesture, in a roundabout way that consisted of arguing with her after the fact. His grades were rather average. He didn’t particularly do too well in some subjects but sort of made up for it in others. His favorite class was ironically gym despite his grandmother insisting on him not overexerting himself. He liked being able to do things he’d been restricted in doing at home even if he wasn’t the strongest or best at any of the sports that were played. He often had to stop in the middle of things when he felt too weak to continue. Quite a few times he pushed his limits, and after he stopped being lightheaded and sick, he found he could keep going. As he grew, he grew stronger, much to his grandmother’s uncertainty and worry. As boys do, he grew unruly during his middle school years though to Zack’s credit, his rebellion was actually rather minor in the grand scheme of things. The family’s dedication to church gave him morals and a support group for many of his issues though he was surprisingly shy towards most of them. Unlike his cousin whom every liked, Zack wasn’t the most easy to get along with all the time. He didn’t have too many interests and couldn’t carry on a conversation well. While he was pretty handy when it came to fixing things in minor situations, it wasn’t necessarily a perfected skill nor was it a constant interest. It came more out of necessity and just happened to be something he was good at. Most of what he did including help at the flower shop was out of necessity, at the end of the day. In high school, he had his first crush and managed to rack up enough nerve to ask him out. They had quite a few dates and became sweethearts as time passed. Zack had never known what it was like to be in love, but wow he liked it way too much. He took up a lot of interests that his boyfriend had including working out, throwing knives, and horse races. Overall his boyfriend was good for him and brought out a lot of his best qualities. However, their break up when his boyfriend went to college was one of the worst and most violent of breaks. Zack had never held so much raw emotion and didn’t know what to do with it. He’d grown strong from the once sickly boy he was, and he used that strength to break quite a few objects much to his grandmother’s disdain. He wouldn’t let himself cry but damn he’d let himself be angry for a very long time. It was healthy for no one, to say the least. At eighteen, rather than go to college, he worked in the shop but was clearly unsatisfied and unhappy there. His grandmother encouraged him to get out and get a job somewhere else that would fit his personality more, but one can be sure she didn’t expect him to eventually join a bounty hunter group. She told him not to, reminded him of his health, and was very stern in herself. He backed down initially but found a way to explain himself without getting angry and lashing out, as he’d come to respect her too much to do so. Finally despite everything, she conceded understanding that he was both an adult and someone that needed to get out and be himself. She assured him he could always come and work at the flower shop, and he simply nodded. Thereafter, he started being able to take out his anger into something that would bring him some cash in the process. He was surprisingly good at what he did as a rookie but what made him good at what he did was the harsh resilience he had gathered from growing up. He never stopped improving, never stopped working out, denying the child he once was. He enjoyed the freedom of it, to say the least, but never let his street personality seep into the one he kept around his grandmother. He was twenty when his grandfather passed away and his aunt was diagnosed with cancer. Truthfully he was more hurt by his grandfather passing away than his aunt being sick, but when he witnessed his grandmother break down at the loss of her husband and the possibility of losing yet another daughter before her own death, he grimaced greatly and attempted to comfort her. It was the first time he’d seen her breakdown, and it sickened Zack to watch her fall into depression thereafter. He attempted to do more when he was at home but more often spent a ridiculous time out trying to ‘clear his head’. He brought in much needed money, at least, and was never a scrooge about it. He did what he could, paid for medical expenses and the like, and didn’t think twice. Family was important to him. Over time, he suffered numerous injuries from his chosen occupation. He broke numerous bones and suffered many minor injuries on a general basis. There were some situations that were terrible, but he survived them and kept going. During an attempt to capture, he was shot three times in the chest cavity and nearly bled out on the ground. He was hospitalized for almost a week before being released, but he was back on his feet only a few days thereafter much to everyone’s minor astonishment and disdain. If one thing could be said about Zack, it was he seemed unable to be crippled by fears of past injuries. His doctors certainly had enough fear for him, to say the least. Zack was twenty-four when a ‘miracle’ of sorts occurred; his aunt’s cancer was finally in remission. It was good news for everyone, and even Zack started returning to church here and there on his own. He still worked tirelessly bringing in money and supporting not only himself but them ever still. Even if the flower shop was a stable income, he didn’t want them to just get by ever. He wanted them to thrive. What he didn’t spend on daily life, Zack put into savings. He liked treating them to say the least, ever still. At twenty-five, Zack was shot in the back and not even surgery would fix the severed spine. He was threatened to be confined to a wheel chair for the rest of his life. For weeks, he was devastated, and not even a twenty-sixth birthday party could lighten his spirits. He hated having to get around in that damn thing. People started ignoring him more when he was in it, he noticed. They may not have intended to, but Zack was aware of it. It aggravated him, and he was always trying to viciously defend himself. However, one day, he was approached by a god – who mocked him. Zack’s range caused him to attempt to squirm out of the chair and strangle the man before him, but of course with no strength in his legs, he collapsed on the ground and was left leering at the man who continued to mock him. Grit toothed, he wished he had strength in those ‘damn legs’, and surprisingly, it was granted. His back injury was completely fixed, right then and there. Having feeling down there again was almost startling for him, and he nearly cried. He’d been about to look up at the man again only to find he was gone. It was only later when he looked in the mirror that he would find an insignia across the side of his neck bright and fiery as he was, and he jumped about three feet when a tiger kitten decided to rub up against his leg like a regular house cat. It turned out he was his familiar, hm. Despite his grandmother’s please for him not to return to a job that was just going to injury him again, Zack couldn’t give it up. Again, it was the one thing he could not bow on, and finally she conceded. He went back to work once more. He settled back into his old group easily enough, and things went smoothly- up until this random girl decided to run up and ask to join. He laughed- up until she proved stronger than she looked and had his face in the cement pretty damn quick. Humiliated but not broken, he eventually accepted her as part of their group and went on with it. Insignia Level 1 The insignia is a bright red tattoo on the side of Zack’s neck. It’s very detailed and swirly but hard to discern what exactly it’s supposed to be. Animal morphing – Level 1 – Zack’s power is general animal morphing, and as he levels up, he may be able to take other animal forms. However, at level 1, he is capable of shifting into one animal: the white a white tiger of an overall length of 9’5’’ (standard) and a shoulder stance of 3’5’’ (standard). Weighing in at 400lbs, this form is very lean but very muscular. In this form, he has all the strength and enhanced senses of a regular white Bengal tiger as well. He can run a standard 36 mph in short spurts and by nature his weapons are his sharp teeth and claws. His senses are enhanced but he loses the perception of certain colors. Feral instincts are heightened, but overall Zack is generally capable of keeping control of himself. This form can be held for an extended period of time, but the shift between two forms is extremely exhausting and painful. He has only successfully transformed to and back from this form once per day, and he’s super sore after the fact due to his muscles and organs being contorted during transformation. Also if he happens to run out of energy between transitioning between one state or the other, Zack can get caught in the middle- an unwanted ‘partial form’ being achieved. It is an awkward stage and very un-useful under almost all circumstances because he cannot control what parts remain ‘catty’ and what parts remain human. It is also very painful, and he must eat or rest an extended period before finishing the shift. Any damage or harm put on one form will be retained on the alternate form, but the transition can sometimes make injuries worse. If his shoulder muscle was cut in Zack’s tiger form and he tried to shift back instantly, his shoulder muscles could tear in the process leaving him more injured than if he hadn’t attempted to shift to begin with. Extra His choice weapon is a cane sword he carries followed by knives. He thinks guns are generally too reckless for bounty hunter work though he does carry one at his right if absolutely necessary. He also carries a grappling hook gun among his other gear. His nickname among bounty hunters is Azrakel, a Star Wars reference that is common nickname source among the group. He won’t admit it makes him cringe just a little to bear such a vicious nickname especially when he spends most of his time attempting to capture others without (too much) harm. However, the intensity of it makes him threatening and could also possibly make people back down rather quickly if they recognize it, so he tolerates it. Only those who are close to him can refer to him as Azra considering he thinks it’s almost girly. Most people otherwise call him Zack or Zachariah though he thinks the latter is too long. OOC OOC Name: Nai How did you find us?: the force Other Characters: ---

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