Piers
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Number: 79
Rank: 4
Type: Fire
Root: Killer whale
House: Black Dahlia
Handler: Victor
Likes/Dislikes:
* Sea/Water (He's never seen the sea before but he tries to imagine it. 'You can rip away the orca from the sea, but you'll never rip the sea from the orca')
* Storms (One can find him standing outside being drenched - don't hope he'll start singing or prancing around in it)
* Caffeine (Not that his brain needs it to remain awake, - nor can he taste it- he just appreciates the thick consistency of it)
* Heights (More like the probability of falling is what scares him)
* Crying (He doesn't know how to handle them before and certainly not now)
Abilities:
♦Cetacean
Personality:
* Dedicated
* Serious
* Distant
* Tactless
* Self-Preservation
Having no decent form of interaction before (one that did not contain any synonyms of the word traitor or being looked down upon) - Piers has no idea on how to act around others, he can be mild mannered and reserved one time and callous and tactless the next. The hunters perfectly raised him as one of their own but forgot to drill a bit of manners into him. Now that he's free from them though, maybe it won't be too late to learn and he'd realize that maybe thinking things through before saying them would help him survive?
Piers will do anything it is needed for him to survive. This could also mean that it is difficult to gauge where someone stands with him - a friend or a foe; an ally or an enemy. Piers would most likely kill someone or leave somebody else behind if that meant he'd survive. Someday, hopefully, 'running away' won't be an option for him anymore...
At present, he's not proud of his past but has not shown remorse at his past actions either...
Trivia:
* Poor sense of taste - this kid would eat just about anything (burnt or spoiled) and you won't hear him complaining. His taste buds are near non-existent (He'd be the dream taste-tester for awful cooks and aspiring first-time chefs)
* Has poor sense of smell! It's one of the sacrifices of having other heightened senses
* He acquired the red goggles early on his career. It helps him be desensitized from all the blood (If everything he sees is red, he can't be bothered by the striking color)
No, he was given a knife
Piers had been one of the unlucky young hybrids that crossed paths with a poacher - and along with other humans who pride themselves in making money out of hybrids - and taken away from his natural habitat. The young hybrids were sold as servants, pets and displays for those who could afford them. Piers had put off being sold for a couple of transactions by sinking his razor teeth into the arms of his potential buyers and defiantly keeping his grip until they express disinterest from buying him. Of course, this didn't sit well with his captors and every stunt of his was met with a swift punishment
Once they realized his roots was an orca - having originally thought he was a dolphin - they expressed a bit more interest in him. Imagine all the benefits they could get when they trained the hybrid of an apex predator! A ruthless hunter of his own kind, and no need to divide any of their profits to him since Piers belonged to them! And since hew was young, they could train him to follow their orders, teach him how to be obedient being the lower life form that he is! With the current attitude he was showing so far, some broken bones would be in order but it would all be worth it in the end
And it was. Punishment after punishment, training after training, they had made Piers into one of their own - a Hybrid hunter. At first it had bothered him: cries of terror, pleas of being released, that sticky red thing in his hands and demands of 'Why are you doing this! You're one of us! Why, why, WHY??! TRAITOR!!!. He used to wince, maybe a mumbled sorry here and there but soon it all didn't matter to him. He had food, a roof over his head and free of balls-and-chains. All he needed to do was show no remorse when he dragged another victim to his boss
But then they died. Quite a gruesome death too... Mauled by the hybrids they kept... Their sheer numbers overwhelmed their strength. He would have died alongside them too if he hadn't been out that night. Imagine having survived simply because he'd been sent out to buy food that night...
Piers had no idea where to go from there. It didn't look to him that he'd fit anywhere... He tried approaching others in the same line of work, some he had even worked with before, but they refused to take him in. They forgot to remember his sharp hearing as they whispered, 'If he's free now, who's to say he won't turn on us?'. And don't get him started on all the distrustful looks he gets from his so-called kind... Apparently, some had heard of the traitor hybrid that never batted an eye as he hunted them down...
This was a dilemma for the orca, with no place to call home and no idea what to do from there...
