Post by Tiffany on Aug 1, 2007 17:59:28 GMT -5
Name: Clint Hartless
Nicknames: none
Alias:Heartless
Age: 20
Marital Status : *distant laughter* Shut up Clint. *clears throat* He is single.
Sexual Orientation: *Silky voice drifts in from afar* Straight...
Weight: 170, most of it is muscle
Height: 5'11"
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Blond, short with a jagged cut.
Clothing: Usually wearing a pair of black jeans that fit him nicely, and a red hoodie, usually unzipped, forgoing a shirt at all.
Powers: Clint is extremely fast. He is working on breaking the sound barrier, but has yet to find an open area in which to do so. *whispers* He doesn't want to run into a tree or two.. "Excuse me?" ...Nothing..
Weakness: "NONE!!" *shakes head, His one weakness is people that can mess with his mind, but that would be a weakness for anyone really.."Can someone tell him that?" *points to Clint*
Power Related Issues: I think we have already stated that he has had difficulty avoiding certain large objects while going so fast..I think it is the depth perception..He doesn't have it.
Personality: Clint is extremely full of himself, he is rude, and crude. He has no respect for anyone, and will make that known the second you would be so unfortunate to meet him. He works out constantly, working on his abdomen and arms the most, seeing as his power works out his legs, and he loves to show off his body. He is all and all : Egotistical, overbearing, rude, in-compassionate, hateful, and mean. And is extremely guilty of one of the seven cardinal sins. PRIDE. *whatever..you are just jealous*
History:
Clint has never really known what is was like to have a family. He was born to a woman that lacked a home, food, or ..well..anything. He grew up, learning the hard way what it was like to fend for oneself. His mother was killed when he was just seven, and he was almost shocked to find that he held no remorse for the loss. He struggled to live, stealing from anyone that he could, taking, and not giving anything back. One day, a robbery went wayyyyy wrong.
A little boy in ragged clothes hung back. His eyes locked on his target. A old woman, hunched over carrying a large purse. Rings sparkled from her fingers, jewels hung from her neck. He didn't realize that it was suspicious for an elderly rich lady to be walking alone, without a car, in the middle of this town of all places.
He saw her pass by an alley that he knew connected to the one lining the backs of the houses on that street. He slipped into the shadows and raced to catch up with her. He edged along the building and glanced around the corner. Good..she was coming. He leaned back and waited for his opportunity to arise. Before he could, he was grabbed from behind. "HEY!" He yelled, kicking and screaming. The old woman entered the alley of her own accord. Pulling off the wig of gray hair and glaring at him. "What are you looking at?" He spat out, thrashing about, trying to get out of the man's arms. "Let me go!" He screamed.
"No.." Said the soft voice of the woman in front of him. " I don't think we will.." She ran a hand through her long black hair. " I have something to talk to you about. I believe you stole something from my son. I want it back." She said, and Clint knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Fool! I pawned that off so long ago!" He said with a bark of a laugh. A resounding slap across the face shut him up quickly. "Witch!" He said, feeling the sting on his cheek.
Her face was stained scarlet. "You will pay me back every cent or-!"
"Or what?" He sneered. "How do you expect me to get you the money huh? Conjure it from thin air? You are crazy!"
The woman regained her composure. " That locket meant a lot to my son..." She paused. "I know..You are coming with us. You will be my servant until you pay it off. " She said, nodding her head as if in agreement with herself.
"Like you could make me stay.." He growled low in his throat. "I have stayed away from people like you before. What makes you think I wont escape?"
She only smiled. "You'll see.." She said, as she motioned for the man holding Clint to put him into the car that had been hidden away.
* * *
Clint arrived at a large house, surrounded by high fences topped with spear-like edges, and a swinging gate that had two guards attending it. Four bull mastiffs wandered around the yard, quietly until they saw the car. They began to bark madly, saliva flying from their massive jaws. Clint's eyes widened considerably. "They hate people.." She said quietly and matter of factly. "Go out into the yard..and die." Her face was turned out to the street, gazing up at her house. "You will live with us. My son has some payback to dish out, and I suggest you take it..or you will regret it."
* * *
For years Clint stayed at that house, working as a slave, getting no thanks. He hated every minute of it. But mostly he hated Josiah..the woman's son. He made every minute of it hell. One day, Josiah attacked Clint for saying something scathing about the boys mother. Clint stepped to the side, quicker than anyone expected and watched Josiah fall. "Ha!" He pointed and laughed at Josiah, who promptly got back up. He ran at him time and time again, but couldn't beat Clint's speed. "Wha--? What are you? Freak!" He screamed.
"Maybe a freak.." He said shrugging as he just showed up at Josiah's side. "But better to be a freak..then dead." He said just as he grabbed Josiah's head in both hands and jerked cruelly. The boy fell in a crumpled heap at Clint's feet. "Pathetic..and to think I let you boss me around all these years.." He said clapping his hands together as if to clean them off. He turned on his heel. "Now I have your mother to deal with.." He muttered.
A newspaper came out the following weekend.
WEALTHY MOTHER AND SON FOUND DEAD IN HOME,
The son's neck was broken and his body was found lying out in the yard. The residents pet dogs were chewing on his corpse. The mother's condition was so horrible I was informed that I was not to reveal the exact cause of death. The murderer's name is Clint Hartless, or as he is now called..Heartless.
Clint chuckled as he read the paper. He folded it up and stuck it in his pocket. He became a murder for hire, using that newspaper article as a ...reference.
His clientele died out, and he was left with nothing to do. He wandered from town to town, looking for a job. Until he walked straight into Cassis. "Wow..people with powers like me?" He chuckled. "Nice.."
