OFFICER, xander malark
Oct 23, 2014 2:16:02 GMT -6
Post by XANDER MALARK on Oct 23, 2014 2:16:02 GMT -6
ALEXANDER MALARK
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I'M SORRY, BUT I DON'T NEED THE HEART ON MY RIGHT SIDE |
Positive ● loyal ● determined ● independent ● open-minded ● systematic | Negative ● stubborn ● combative ● secretive ● dishonest ● insecure |
Likes ● smoking ● steel types ● ● art ● control | Dislikes ● large bodies of water ● ● idiotic people ● large crowds ● too much quiet |
History
Some people have their sad stories, but they normally come with at least some happiness. That was not the case for a young alexander. There was never a point in his life where he could mention the happiness of having a loving mother. A woman who held you when you cried, who stroked your hair, who even tucked you into bed at night and prayed your demons be chased away. There was no father, a man that would stay by your side and teach you how you should grow up. A man who would pat your head and tell you to get back up when you had fallen down, that the victory was only the best after you had worked hard for it.
Ever since he could remember, Xander had always been alone. His name had been given to him by a woman who had once been his provider for a very short time. Being raised in a children's home, didn't make life any easier as it was always a fight for survival and the weakest link always lost. The weakest link being the small blonde, skinny as a rail and no will to really fight against the other children. It didn't bother him that some nights he would starve, or that he was picked on more often that he would be able to count or remember. Yet the child's dreams never faded and he would stare out the window each night and wish upon the stars of something better.
Nothing better would ever come, as the woman who had taken care of him would pass away while he was still young. The home they were in, shut down. Some children were taken in by other orphanages, but most of them.. were kicked out on the streets. Surviving on them was much harder than the child could ever understand, being hungry in the orphanage was one thing, as there was always a bed and a warm blanket to be under. None of those things existed on the streets where your only safety from the wind was an alleyway to curl yourself up against. Not eating only served to make him even more skinnier than he already was.
Several times, the child fell down and thought about never getting up again. Anything could be better than the existence that he had now. What point was there to get up, when there was no life ahead that he wished to dream upon anymore. There was no such things as wishes or even dreams coming true. It was this reality that he lived in now.. and he knew better. It was finally a snapping point.. and the child turned to things that he would never have on a normal circumstance. He was reduced: to stealing, to hurting and to throwing away the sanity of his old self. The child forgot himself in an attempt to keep himself alive.
His life wouldn't change for several years as his small frame grew out and so did he. Losing his child fat, he grew muscular and tall, the street life doing wonders for his body. No longer was he in danger of not eating at night, no longer was he in danger of suffering.. he could simply take what he pleased. But this blessing came at the cost of his humanity that he lost more and more everyday. His rampaging however, was not to go unnoticed as stealing was a crime after all.
After so many years of being out with no one to stop him, he was brought down by officers. Jail was not something he had ever considered part of his life. It only served to increase the depravity that he had taught himself. There was no one that would save him, there was no one that cared about him, the world only cared about themselves. No one was going to listen to a child who had never learned of what kindness could be, or of a simple gift of friendship could bring to one.
It was only by chance that the prison he was sent to was also the next target for team rocket. The team broke in releasing many men and women that had been arrested. It was during this break in, that the blonde would dedicate his new existence to team rocket. There was only one choice after all, and rocket was the better of the two than to rot in a cell for the rest of his existence. Despite his obvious skills, there wasn't much progress on the blonde once within rocket.
He just couldn't find the will to restart something again, as if he had already been crushed by the wait of the world he had been born into. He was cold, distant, dishonest, spiteful.. and no one wanted to be around him. His only usefulness to rocket was his superb strength and fighting ability on the battlefield. Yet he was also the weakest link as he could not work with anyone else, and anyone around him was put into immediate danger not from an enemy but from him.
This existence was no different than the street life other than a few necessities. He had a bed, he had food, but he continued to steal, injure.. kill. It was like second nature to the blonde and the blood of the innocent had all but been spilt upon his own innocence long ago. It continued like this, and the blonde never moved up from the grunt rank, finding no reason to do so. Rocket finding moving him up would hinder them more than help them, it was becoming to the point that he would be better off dead.
It had been his mission, Xander had been put on a team..with his direct officer. It was something simple, a mission he could of done on his own. Yet, hidden whispers on their team would reveal the real reason on there mission. To eliminate a threat.. it was him that was the threat. In a blind rage the blonde attacked, his monstrous strength, the main factor of their fight.. but he didn't have experience.. and that was what would win in the end. The minions were easy enough but his officer, he was quick.. and it was xander's undoing.
The fight didn't last long with xander on the losing end, the other easily pinning him. His lifeblood a slice away as the man's blade pressed against the fragile skin of his neck. Yet.. this man was different from anyone who he had ever met. He asked him if this was what he really wanted.. to end his life here with so much potential and raw power wasted on lack of control and useless acts of stupidity. It was that day his life was saved and a healing began as he tried to understand why the man who had every opportunity to kill him didn't.
Jack
It was a healing process, as someone had proved his entire existence wrong. He had cared, he had cared enough to save his life when it didn't benefit him in the slightest. It was hard, to change who one was after so many years.. and sometimes control still didnt' come easy to him, but he didn't leave the others side. Slowly things changed and the closeness moved into something else.. something more. He didn't know what such feelings really were, only that he trusted the other. He was whatever he wanted him to be, would gladly change himself for him, but it wasn't enough.
After the first hitch, things became more distant. Xander was too.. predictable .. and he eventually lost the interest of the other. It broke at xander, every time he left a piece of himself broke away and the monster beneath would threaten to come again. Several times it managed to do just that, and he would leave to go somewhere where no one would be hurt.. yet he could release the beast inside that begged for something he could not grasp. It wouldn't be the only time in fact, several hits and misses each ending with more and more breaking.
Eventually Xander revolted and some of his old self came back, as he no longer acted like the obedient dog he had once been. No long would he wander by the blackette's side and he worked on his own. It was through this that he was promoted to the rank of officer able to stand on his own to feet. Yet feelings continued and he could never look the other in the eye. He tried to set it right and end the suffering in his chest by asking the other to stop the foolish games and just decide to stay. It was returned with fear from the other, and this time the avoidance of him.
It was enough to prove the other didn't really want something like that. He wanted once upon a time, and every so often. Xander dreamed of forever, but those dreams seemed to continue to plague him. In a attempt to distance himself and build a wall around his already broken heart.. he requested a transfer. He had asked the other to come to see him one last time, but the other never showed and the blonde left without a single goodbye. It was a few years later at the age of twenty-four that the blonde was called to return.
Now a full known officer of the steel type, he was proud and had all but closed off his heart. Yet something still lay in wait for him back in rocket. The missing piece of his heart that he thought he would never find.. he still felt incomplete without it.. but it didn't want to be found. Xander could only wonder.. what would he find when he returned to what he thought would be his forever..
What side would he see today.
Ever since he could remember, Xander had always been alone. His name had been given to him by a woman who had once been his provider for a very short time. Being raised in a children's home, didn't make life any easier as it was always a fight for survival and the weakest link always lost. The weakest link being the small blonde, skinny as a rail and no will to really fight against the other children. It didn't bother him that some nights he would starve, or that he was picked on more often that he would be able to count or remember. Yet the child's dreams never faded and he would stare out the window each night and wish upon the stars of something better.
Nothing better would ever come, as the woman who had taken care of him would pass away while he was still young. The home they were in, shut down. Some children were taken in by other orphanages, but most of them.. were kicked out on the streets. Surviving on them was much harder than the child could ever understand, being hungry in the orphanage was one thing, as there was always a bed and a warm blanket to be under. None of those things existed on the streets where your only safety from the wind was an alleyway to curl yourself up against. Not eating only served to make him even more skinnier than he already was.
Several times, the child fell down and thought about never getting up again. Anything could be better than the existence that he had now. What point was there to get up, when there was no life ahead that he wished to dream upon anymore. There was no such things as wishes or even dreams coming true. It was this reality that he lived in now.. and he knew better. It was finally a snapping point.. and the child turned to things that he would never have on a normal circumstance. He was reduced: to stealing, to hurting and to throwing away the sanity of his old self. The child forgot himself in an attempt to keep himself alive.
His life wouldn't change for several years as his small frame grew out and so did he. Losing his child fat, he grew muscular and tall, the street life doing wonders for his body. No longer was he in danger of not eating at night, no longer was he in danger of suffering.. he could simply take what he pleased. But this blessing came at the cost of his humanity that he lost more and more everyday. His rampaging however, was not to go unnoticed as stealing was a crime after all.
After so many years of being out with no one to stop him, he was brought down by officers. Jail was not something he had ever considered part of his life. It only served to increase the depravity that he had taught himself. There was no one that would save him, there was no one that cared about him, the world only cared about themselves. No one was going to listen to a child who had never learned of what kindness could be, or of a simple gift of friendship could bring to one.
It was only by chance that the prison he was sent to was also the next target for team rocket. The team broke in releasing many men and women that had been arrested. It was during this break in, that the blonde would dedicate his new existence to team rocket. There was only one choice after all, and rocket was the better of the two than to rot in a cell for the rest of his existence. Despite his obvious skills, there wasn't much progress on the blonde once within rocket.
He just couldn't find the will to restart something again, as if he had already been crushed by the wait of the world he had been born into. He was cold, distant, dishonest, spiteful.. and no one wanted to be around him. His only usefulness to rocket was his superb strength and fighting ability on the battlefield. Yet he was also the weakest link as he could not work with anyone else, and anyone around him was put into immediate danger not from an enemy but from him.
This existence was no different than the street life other than a few necessities. He had a bed, he had food, but he continued to steal, injure.. kill. It was like second nature to the blonde and the blood of the innocent had all but been spilt upon his own innocence long ago. It continued like this, and the blonde never moved up from the grunt rank, finding no reason to do so. Rocket finding moving him up would hinder them more than help them, it was becoming to the point that he would be better off dead.
It had been his mission, Xander had been put on a team..with his direct officer. It was something simple, a mission he could of done on his own. Yet, hidden whispers on their team would reveal the real reason on there mission. To eliminate a threat.. it was him that was the threat. In a blind rage the blonde attacked, his monstrous strength, the main factor of their fight.. but he didn't have experience.. and that was what would win in the end. The minions were easy enough but his officer, he was quick.. and it was xander's undoing.
The fight didn't last long with xander on the losing end, the other easily pinning him. His lifeblood a slice away as the man's blade pressed against the fragile skin of his neck. Yet.. this man was different from anyone who he had ever met. He asked him if this was what he really wanted.. to end his life here with so much potential and raw power wasted on lack of control and useless acts of stupidity. It was that day his life was saved and a healing began as he tried to understand why the man who had every opportunity to kill him didn't.
Jack
It was a healing process, as someone had proved his entire existence wrong. He had cared, he had cared enough to save his life when it didn't benefit him in the slightest. It was hard, to change who one was after so many years.. and sometimes control still didnt' come easy to him, but he didn't leave the others side. Slowly things changed and the closeness moved into something else.. something more. He didn't know what such feelings really were, only that he trusted the other. He was whatever he wanted him to be, would gladly change himself for him, but it wasn't enough.
After the first hitch, things became more distant. Xander was too.. predictable .. and he eventually lost the interest of the other. It broke at xander, every time he left a piece of himself broke away and the monster beneath would threaten to come again. Several times it managed to do just that, and he would leave to go somewhere where no one would be hurt.. yet he could release the beast inside that begged for something he could not grasp. It wouldn't be the only time in fact, several hits and misses each ending with more and more breaking.
Eventually Xander revolted and some of his old self came back, as he no longer acted like the obedient dog he had once been. No long would he wander by the blackette's side and he worked on his own. It was through this that he was promoted to the rank of officer able to stand on his own to feet. Yet feelings continued and he could never look the other in the eye. He tried to set it right and end the suffering in his chest by asking the other to stop the foolish games and just decide to stay. It was returned with fear from the other, and this time the avoidance of him.
It was enough to prove the other didn't really want something like that. He wanted once upon a time, and every so often. Xander dreamed of forever, but those dreams seemed to continue to plague him. In a attempt to distance himself and build a wall around his already broken heart.. he requested a transfer. He had asked the other to come to see him one last time, but the other never showed and the blonde left without a single goodbye. It was a few years later at the age of twenty-four that the blonde was called to return.
Now a full known officer of the steel type, he was proud and had all but closed off his heart. Yet something still lay in wait for him back in rocket. The missing piece of his heart that he thought he would never find.. he still felt incomplete without it.. but it didn't want to be found. Xander could only wonder.. what would he find when he returned to what he thought would be his forever..
What side would he see today.
METAGROSS METAGROSS ● GENDERLESS ● CLEAR BODY
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