Balthazar Ackerman | Criminal ●

[Balthazar Ackerman]

Name: Balthazar Kenzie Ackerman Age: 31 Gender: Male Sexuality: Hematosexual Faction: Criminal Occupation: Tattoo Artist/Bartender Playby: Psycho Pass, shinya kogami Traits Positive Calculating Perceptive Intelligent Social Strong Protective Loyal Leader Skills Self-Assured Negative Cruel Terrible Temper Sadistic Snobby Possessive Ruthless Proud Obsessive Destructive Balthazar is, quite literally, what he was created to be. Shaped from a young age not only by Maxine but by his home life, he has turned into a ruthless and cold individual. More dog-like in his nature than human, he has a master whom he answers to without question. While the rest of the world receives harsh judgment and scrutiny, her actions receive neither of these things. She plucked him from abuse and terror, and no matter how much he matures and grows, she will always be the most important and influential thing in his life. He likely would not have lived to see adulthood without her, and he is well aware of this fact. However, he is quite unaware of his own dog-like nature. He doesn’t exactly see himself as her equal, he never would, but he doesn’t readily understand the fact that he is basically her dog. Deeper emotions have a hard time forming in him. Even his protective nature comes from a pack mentality, and is reserved only for the Grey Knights. He doesn’t protect them because he cares, he is incapable of caring, he protects them because that is what he was trained to do. On the surface, he seems like a perfectly normal person. He is quite sociable, and he does actually enjoy interacting with other people. He likes to figure out what makes them tick, it gives him a sense of power and control over their lives. Because while people might get attached to him, he will never get attached to them. He will always have the option to painlessly end any relationship, at least on his side. And any pain it causes them is just all the better for him. Balthazar will easily befriend just about anyone, but especially someone who interests him or someone whom he thinks could be useful. Really, unless he wants you to see, he’s going to seem like a perfectly nice and outgoing man. History Balthazar was born to two parents who couldn’t have wanted him less. A product of sexual assault and violence, he would always be a reminder to his mother of what she had to go through. His father, seemingly incapable of paternal feelings, didn’t readily notice that he existed. He was not in the hospital room when Balthazar was born, in fact, he never even signed the birth certificate. For all he knew, his girlfriend just seemed to come home with a squalling baby one day. Why she kept Balthazar, why she took him into that environment, why she even stayed are questions that only she can answer. She had family willing to take both of them in, and yet she insisted on staying in that situation. Perhaps it was out of fear, perhaps she loved her abuser. Maybe it was a little of both. Maybe she even thought Balthazar would make things better, maybe she thought his father would love him and mellow out a bit. No matter what she thought, she was wrong. If anything, the new baby only made it harder on everyone involved. As babies and even toddlers tend to be, Balthazar was ignorant of his surroundings. Sure, there was a lot of violence and screaming, but there had been since day one. To him, these things had already become normalcy. Being alone was normal, going hungry was normal. His mother took care of him when she could, but his needs never superseded those of his father. He always came second, or his mother always paid for it. Affection, love, and tenderness were not things he would ever know under his parents’ care. Half the time his mother could barely stand to look at him, and he was already terrified of his father, whom he saw as a loud man who made Mummy cry. Because even though she was hardly a good mother to him, Balthazar loved her. She was the kindest thing in his life, and the barrier between himself and his terrifying father. This wouldn’t last, however. He was five, it was the summer before he was set to start primary school, when she left. She finally decided she could no longer live with his father, finally decided the man would never love her and she could do better. Initially, when she came into his room to tell him she was leaving, he thought he would be leaving with her. When he sat up in bed, though, she pushed him back down gently. “You’ll be staying with Daddy.” She told him. Her voice seemed sad, but it was nothing compared to the fissure that those words tore through his small world. He was too shocked to move, too shocked to protest, too shocked to even ask why. She kissed his forehead, and disappeared that night. His father kept saying she would come back, but until then he had to keep the house clean. He didn’t know how to clean, really, and it was a dangerous job for a five year old anyway. His father was very particular about how he wanted the house, and Balthazar had to use substances to clean that were supposed to be kept away from children his age. It was several months before his father seemed to realize that his mother was not coming back. That was when the screaming began. Things had been relatively calm up until that point, but when the realization hit him, he seemed to snap. Suddenly, nothing Balthazar did was right. Nothing he did could please his father and keep the screaming at bay. The physical abuse started out as spankings for things like missing a spot when he was cleaning or eating too much food. By the time he was eight, however, he was being beaten daily. Most of the time his father didn’t even try to come up with an excuse. He simply took his frustrations out on a son who was too young and weak to defend himself. Questions were posed by his teachers, but he always lied. They couldn’t help him, they were all like his father and mother. Adults couldn’t be trusted, not ever. And sadly, in the part of town where he lived, abusive parents weren’t exactly uncommon. Several of his classmates had unexplained bruises and knots as well, and they all lied, just like he did. One might think that Balthazar would have befriended them, found kinship with them, but he hated them too. He hated everything. His frustrations about his daily life were taken out on any unfortunate neighborhood animal he could get his little hands on. It would be on a day when he was out wandering, trying to avoid going home for as long as possible, when he would meet her. Maxine. He didn’t know it at the time, but it was probably the first stroke of luck he’d ever had in his entire life. At first, he was wary of her. He didn’t know why someone like her wanted to talk to him. Even as a child he could tell they were from different worlds. She was refined, every word she spoke seemed to be carefully chosen. He had never met anyone like her, and before he knew it he was opening up to her. He didn’t know why. He’d kept his home life a secret for so long, but there was just something about her. Somehow, he trusted her. She told him she would keep him safe, and he believed her. It was all he needed to hear. All he wanted was to be safe and away from the man he had feared for as long as he had existed. Her house was nicer than any house he had ever seen, and he was going to be living there. She told him he had to stay in her room, and not to let anyone see him. He did his best to follow that order, but of course, hiding an entire human being for any length of time was basically impossible. He can still remember how terrified he was when her parents found out about him. He had been certain he would be sent back to his father. They were adults. They didn’t understand, they couldn’t. He would be proven wrong in the end, though. He would be given his own room, and told that he was Maxine’s servant. That was fine with him. He could be anything to her as long as he didn’t have to leave her. Already, he was attached. Already, anything she said was basically holy. He was easily molded into whatever she wanted him to be. He just wanted her to be happy. He wanted to be the reason she was happy. He loved her. He loved her more than he had ever loved anyone. When she moved for college and he went with her, he did his best in school, because that’s she wanted. He proved to be a highly intelligent child, and school came easily for him when he wasn’t starving or hurting. He didn’t particularly enjoy it. He had always been a more physical person. He preferred being outside and learning with his hands to being in a classroom, but he never complained. He took all the classes Maxine told him to, and he excelled in them. When her family died, he found that he felt nothing. He felt nothing other than rage at the fact that someone could hurt her like that. And he knew that if they had been home at the time, they wouldn’t have been spared either. He was at a loss of what to do, however. He didn’t know how to be comforting, but in the end Maxine seemed only to share his feelings of anger. As the years passed, she seemed to gather up more people like him. More people who needed her. And he didn’t like it, not at first. Maxine was his. He had come first, he was more important! The jealousy he felt was so strong that sometimes it seemed like it would overwhelm him, but slowly he managed to get a hold on it. This was what she wanted, this was what made her happy. And in that case, he needed to support her. He became protective of her ‘children’, helping her with them in any way that he could. He found that he never felt bonded to them, though. He’d never felt bonded to anyone other than Maxine, and that probably wouldn’t ever change. He was seventeen when Maxine finally got the revenge she had been craving, and it was after that that things began to change. More and more people seemed to be gathered up, and Balthazar found himself in an organization that was becoming increasingly influential. He never had trouble keeping up, however. He never had trouble being what Maxine wanted him to be. He could intimidate someone as easily as he could befriend them. Anything she needed at the time, he became. He didn’t want to her need anyone else, he didn’t want her to rely on anyone else. Ridiculous as it was, he always had to be the most important. He had to feel like he was the most important, and he had to prove it as well. In his early twenties, however, she would begin traveling. At first, he was distressed. He didn’t want her to leave him, he wanted to go with her. He had never been so far away from her for such long periods of time, but thankfully she left him with plenty of work to distract himself. He had to keep things running in Europe while she was expanding the business, and that was no easy feat. These distractions helped to keep him functioning while she was so far away, and regular calls kept him from feeling too anxious. He did an excellent job of running things. Of course he did. He’d been trained to, after all. Years would pass in this manner before Maxine asked him to accompany her to the States. More than excited to go with her, really, he agreed readily. They would go to Georgia, and he would find it to be one of his more preferred locations as far as America went. Of course, nowhere was better than Britain, but he didn’t hate it quite as much. Either way, it didn’t matter. He would live anywhere as long as Maxine was there. When the event happened and he was approached by a god, his wish was simple. He wanted to be more useful to Maxine. There was never a day where his thoughts didn’t revolve around her, so it only made sense that his wish would as well. Thereafter his insignia, a tribal wolf on the inside of his wrist, would appear and he would be granted his power. Insignia Level 2 Fear Sensing – Level One – Balthazar has the ability to “sense” someone’s deepest fear by activating his power and touching them. His power tends to hone in on the thing they fear the most, however, he can sense other fears as well if he maintains contact with them for long enough. Anything from phobias to little anxieties. The longer he maintains contact, the more fears he learns, however, the smaller the fears get. After a certain point, it is more prudent to simply cut contact with them rather than learn that they are slightly afraid of some very specific scenario that isn’t very likely to happen. This power, obviously, presents a mental strain for him. It drains his energy and even his concentration, putting him at risk when he uses it. He can only use it for about ten minutes at a time before the strain becomes too much and he has to break contact. And, of course, once he has the information he typically can’t use it right away anyway. Fear Sensing – Level Two – At this level, Balthazar is able to use his power for twenty minutes at a time, and it presents less strain for him. He also does not have to maintain contact for the entirety of the time, but rather only needs to touch the person for long enough to learn their biggest fear. Thereafter, as long as they are in the room with him, he can continue to sense their fears for as long as he can stand. This is slightly more dangerous in the sense that he must touch his insignia to deactivate the power rather than simply letting go of the person. Caesar – Passive – Balthazar’s passive takes the form of a large, black wolfdog. He weighs around one hundred and ten pounds, and listens to Balthazar’s (or Maxine’s) every command without hesitation. He tends to be very calm in the vast majority of situations, preferring to lay around in the shadows or in a corner somewhere rather than to be under anyone’s feet. Extra Literally anything extra. If you want to go into more detail about anything above, add trivia/etc to the character, then please do so. Likes/Dislikes- anything that you wish to go into, you can put it here. OOC OOC Name: Ellie How did you find us?: Nai <3 Other Characters: send help.

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