Post by Balthazar Ackerman on Dec 29, 2014 1:16:03 GMT -5
|balthazar kenzie ackerman||BALT|
before you, i had nowhere to run to & no one to hold on to.
Balthazar is not a very talkative or outgoing person. He finds most social situations to be draining and exhausting, and will never go out of his way to say more than is necessary. This makes him concise and to the point, and very good at expressing himself in as few words as possible. In this way, he rarely grinds on people’s nerves in the way that certain extroverted people do. He is not shy, really, he’ll give his opinion and speak when he feels the need.
Balthazar rarely misses anything, and this trait goes almost hand-in-hand with his quietness. He is perfectly happy to just watch people. He could probably tell you more about his classmates than they would ever think he knew, though he keeps this information to himself more often than not. His observant nature is one of his greatest strengths, both in and out of battle. He is very good at reading body language and can often tell what a person’s next move will be from that.
Balthazar has pretty good instincts, and he tends to listen them. He almost just seems to naturally know what to do in most situations, and how to handle most people. He trusts his gut on basically everything. If it tells him not to trust someone, he won’t. If it tells him to make a certain move, he will. A lot of the time it’s the right thing to do.
Balthazar knows what’s expected of him in school and life and tends to work toward it at a steady and constant pace. He doesn’t let failure get him down, and simply tries harder the next time around. He wants to make something of himself, he doesn’t want to be a deadbeat stuck in a dead-end job, ever.
Balthazar actually has very good manners, and unless you’ve done something to piss him off, he’ll be formal and polite toward you. He doesn’t call people by nicknames, and he holds doors for elderly people. Most of his politeness is reserved for adults and authority figures, though.
Balthazar thrives in environments that are calm and quiet. They put his anxiety at ease and make him much less likely to strike out at someone. He can relax more in them, and will actively seek them out over anything louder or more active. In short, you’re never going to find him at any parties or anywhere overly loud if he doesn’t have to be there.
Tea is basically the only thing that Balthazar knows how to make in a kitchen. He loves any flavor, and he loves trying new flavors as well. He tends to find America lacking in this department, but he’s found some pretty good places to get it regardless.
These are just his preference, really, and he actually has two or three of them. He likes the way the wool feels against his skin, and it makes him feel calmer and safer. He would honestly wear them year-round if it wasn’t for the heat.
Rhythm & Blues
This is just his favorite type of music, and the only kind you’ll find him listening to or on his iPod/phone. He really enjoys it, and tends to put his earphones in and get lost in it when he’s feeling overly stressed.
Balthazar is a very athletic person and he enjoys the high he tends to get from running especially. He goes on a jog every morning, and every evening if he has enough time.
Unfortunately this is a trait that Balthazar has picked up from his father. He enjoys inflicting basically any type of pain on other people. He likes embarrassing them, hitting them, and making them feel lower than him. It makes him feel what he believes to be happiness, which is something he feels little enough.
It doesn’t take very much at all to make Balthazar angry, and when he’s angry he isn’t just going to bottle it up or even yell at people. He takes his anger out violently on whoever he believes to be the cause of it. Anything from “looking at him wrong” to bumping into him in the hallway can set him off. He’s unpredictable at best. One day something might anger him, the next he might ignore that same thing entirely.
Balthazar is very defensive of himself in every way. If he perceives you as a threat, he’s going to react immediately and probably take things too far. He doesn’t like to be touched, and he will shove you away harshly and quickly if you get too close for his comfort. He gets defensive of anything about himself whether it is being presented in a positive or negative light.
This trait evolved as a result of his aggressive tendencies and the fact that he’s noticed he has pretty good instincts. Sometimes he will just go into things without thinking about it first. A lot times this is driven by anger, but every now and then he just does things. He offers no explanation for these actions because he has none.
If Balthazar perceives something or someone as belonging to him, he will get extremely jealous over them. They are his and he doesn’t want anyone else touching them or even looking at them. This usually applies to his partner, and it only gets worse if he manages to make an emotional connection to someone.
It’s almost out of character for him, but Balthazar hates being completely alone. He likes being around other people as long as they are quiet and aren’t trying to talk to him. Basically he’ll sit in a lounge or a café or something with the right environment, because being alone tends to remind him of being at home.
Given the environment that he comes from, it’s really no wonder that he doesn’t like to hear people scream. He’s been screamed at enough in his life, and there is nothing that will make him snap faster than someone screaming at him. Sometimes he can deal if the screaming isn’t directed at him, but most of the time he will do anything to just make it stop.
In some ways, Balthazar is very childish, and this is one of them. He has never been made to try any vegetables, and tends to turn his nose up at them. They don’t look good, they don’t smell good, and he doesn’t want them.
This is rather self-explanatory for him. Going home equals nothing but pain and fear, and it’s the last thing he ever wants to do – but he has to every year. The closer that summer break looms, the more volatile and angry he tends to become. He doesn’t want to tell anyone about what goes on, though, so he keeps it to himself as best he can.
Balthazar hates people who make fusses over little things and who are too loud and shrill. He views these people as annoying and weak and will avoid them at all costs.
Balthazar Kenzie Ackerman was born on a cold December night to two parents who couldn’t have wanted him less. To his mother, he was yet another tie that kept her from leaving her abusive relationship. To his father he was an annoyance, another mouth to feed, and a squalling brat. It’s not to say that his mother didn’t love him, though. She did, she really did. She did her best to protect him from his father when he was young, even if she went about it all the wrong ways. Locking him in his room when his father went on a rampage kept him physically safe, but there was nothing that could block out either of their screams.
He was five when his mother finally worked up the nerve to leave his father. Perhaps his life could have been better if she would have taken him with her, but she didn’t. She came into his room late one night and kissed his forehead, and then she was gone the next morning. He will never understand why she left him, nor will he ever forgive her for it. In reality, the unfortunate boy looked too much like his father. His mother could barely stand to look at him, and taking him along would have been too much of a burden with that in mind.
It didn’t take long for his father’s abuse to transfer itself onto him. At first it was mostly in the form of screaming and emotional abuse. Balthazar drew into himself even as a young child. He made no friends in school, but since he didn’t have any bruises or anything the teachers just assumed he was a shy child. His father was still a functioning alcoholic at that point, so he was able to get it together enough to visit his school for parent-teacher conferences and the like. Balthazar didn’t know what to do. His mother’s abandonment rocked his trust in adults to the core, and he didn’t believe the teachers would help him even if he told them – most likely they would just tell his father and he would get in even more trouble.
He was twelve the first time his father actually hit him. He hadn’t really done anything wrong, Balthazar did his best to be perfect, meek, and quiet. These methods had kept his father from hitting him before, or maybe it was the fact that he had been so small. Unfortunately for him, he was growing fast, and he was tall for a twelve year old. Maybe that’s why his father finally snapped and did it, he doesn’t know. His only crime had been not responding quickly enough when the man had yelled for a drink. He had been in the shower and hadn’t heard him over the water. Even though most of the abuse has blurred together, he can still remember perfectly the way those knuckles felt when they knocked him to the ground the first time.
He covered for his father and claimed that he had gotten into a fight with a boy from a different school whenever anyone asked where the bruise came from. He still didn’t trust any of his teachers or authority figures to better his situation – he was sure if he told someone or if someone found out his father would only get more violent. As the next year passed, though, his stories got less and less believable. Some of the bruises were hard to lie about, even if he constantly wore clothing to cover them. He started panicking and lashing out. He didn’t want them to pay attention to him, he didn’t want their help. He started doing things to take the attention away from his bruises like picking fights with his classmates and making bad grades.
Toward the end of the summer before his freshmen year of high school, his father told him he would be attending a boarding school in America. He didn’t exactly understand how or why this was possible, and while his questions were scoffed at and answered aggressively, he did get some answers. Apparently his father had a sister who had contacted the school and was willing to pay part of his tuition. He was not grateful to her. Even when she explained on the way to airport that she’d had no idea he was even alive, he blamed her. If she could do this, why hadn’t she let him move in with her? Perhaps any other child would have requested to return to her house during the holidays, but Balthazar wasn’t exactly a normal child. He was far too prideful to make that request, and besides, she would have offered if she wanted him there.
Of course, the truth that Balthazar hadn’t been told was that his aunt had been perfectly aware of his existence – though not his situation. His school had begun to badger his father about his bruises and how he was lashing out, and his father was having a hard time coming up with acceptable excuses. So, he reached out to his elder sister who had always had a soft spot for him despite the fact that their father had disowned him nearly fifteen years previously. She hadn’t been willing to take the boy because raising a child didn’t exactly fit in with her lifestyle, so she came up with the idea of sending him off.
When he arrived in America, he did feel slightly relieved. His father was thousands of miles away, and he wasn’t going to ever let anyone else hurt him like that man had. He didn’t really make any friends. He responded when people spoke to him, but focused mostly on his grades and not lashing out. He didn’t want to do anything to get kicked out of the school, nothing scared him more than the thought of having to go back when he’d finally been given a way out.
He found his partner during the second semester of his freshmen year. She was a disappointment to say the least of things. He wasn’t exactly sure if he had ever seen such a tiny and frail looking human being. Her skin was sickly pale, her hair white, even her eye lashes were white. Her eyes were pink, but they were pale and didn’t really pop against her skin or anything. She stuttered, and honestly looked like she was going to fall over at any second. How was he supposed to work with something like that? How could she ever have enough power to be a good fighter?
He couldn’t stop focusing on the girl’s flaws, he never allowed himself to see any of her strengths. Hell, the very fact that she was alive was a strength given the fact that she’d been diagnosed with cancer at a young and beaten it. She would have done anything he told her to, she would have worshipped the ground he walked on – all he would have had to do was treat her like a person instead of a defective machine, but he never did. They lost every competition they ever entered because he refused to play to her strengths, and after a couple of defeats, he stopped caring entirely.
That summer, he had to return home. He didn’t speak to her at all several weeks prior to the end of the semester, he was too busy trying to hide the fact that he was falling apart. He didn’t want to go home, he didn’t want to. He knew what was waiting there. A father who didn’t love him and beat him for little or nothing most of the time. He ignored all of the girl’s attempts to contact him over the summer, though to be fair he was a little distracted.
He returned to school in his sophomore year with a black eye and other healing bruises, though he kept those hidden. The girl claimed she had been working hard to get stronger, and he could see more muscle in her legs than there had been before the break. He didn’t care, though. She was still weak and they didn’t work well together. They may have won one or two fights, but only because the teams they were against sucked even more than they did. Despite everything, though, the girl got attached to him. He was the closest thing to a friend she’d ever had. And he got used to her presence. He started allowing her to follow him around, he would even allow her to sit close enough that their bodies were barely brushing sometimes, but he never formed any kind of emotional bond with her.
It was toward the end of the year that the accident happened. Well, it’s referred to as an accident, but it’s his fault really. The girl was sick again, she always seemed to be getting sick with something. He knew a lot about her, he knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t say no even if she couldn’t do it. But he was falling back into that mania that he always did toward the end of the year, so he made her take part in the competition anyway. He could have stopped at any time, he could see her growing weaker and more tired, but that only pissed him off more. At one point she even worked up the nerve to tell him she couldn’t do it. It was the first and only time that he hit her, and after that she was too afraid to say anything else.
Perhaps some of the blame can also be put on the shoulders of the other team, but nearly all of it rests squarely on his own shoulders. She received a blow to the head that knocked her out, but apparently the wound was much worse than it looked, because she fell into a coma not long after. Balthazar never visited her in the hospital, and eventually her parents would have to make the decision to remove her from life support.
He did feel a little guilty, truth be told. He hadn’t wanted her to die, he really hadn’t. He had often wished for a different partner, but never at the cost of her life. Another hellish summer with his dad, however, would wash any feelings of regret. He couldn’t stand to hurt inside as well as outside, so he pushed thoughts of his tiny first partner from his head. It was her fault. It was her fault for being so weak – not his.
When he returned his junior year, he was given a blank to replace the partner that he had lost. While most people would have looked on this as a punishment, Balthazar was more than pleased. This new girl looked like she could take a hit, even if her clinginess was reminiscent of his old partner’s. Perhaps it was even worse, since she wasn’t quite as meek. He would always push her off, though the more fights he won with her the more willing he seemed to be to put up with her affection. A couple months after they were paired, he carved ‘bloodless’ into her shoulders. She was a good partner, and he wanted to keep her. When Remy gained a team-name, though, Balthazar lost the ears and tail that had been the subject of a lot of gossip since he’d been paired with Remy. Thereafter it would seem as though the male was at least a little more affectionate with her. Still gruff, aggressive, and distant, but at the same time more comfortable with her touch and presence.
-- His team-name is located across his shoulders.
-- His ears and tail suspiciously seemed to disappear the very same day that he carved his team-name into his blank.
-- Paired with Remy Delacroix.
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