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Name:
Ferox Bellator

Age:
Sixteen

Gender:
Male

Race:
Demonic Heritage

Sexuality:
Comes off as straight, though it would take a special kind of guy to sway him.

Info on Character:
His first name means a variety of things: Fierce, courageous, wild, untamed, defiant, headstrong, all of which could be used to describe the son of the Bellator family. His left eye is typically a light green just like his mother's used to be, while the right is permanently red, causing him to be a heterochromic. The red comes from his demonic heritage, and though his father is able to conceal it, he is unable to hide the color of the one eye. This causes him to often either ware a custom eye patch within public, or to keep his eye closed. When his emotions spike, or he allows his more demonic side to surface, both eyes become a red that seems to glow.

He has a classy style to him, he likes older styled mafia like pinstripe suits and hats. He tends to be a bit to formal, even though he is unafraid to get his hands dirty if need be. A strong willed and hearted teen, he is described as being a handful and often a hard one to handle. He can be a bit of a hot head, or he can be composed and calculating. He is fiercely loyal and protective of those close to him...even to the point of being self sacrificial for them. His mother is ill, and currently the main light within his life. Many fear that should she pass and he be raised solely by his father, the boy would plunge the city and eventually the world into darkness and war.

He shows growing power, within a variety of demonic fields, and is proficient in various styles of hand to hand combat, Bushido and even oddly enough with explosives and firearms. He is a bright and intelligent boy, though his mouth often gets him into trouble and he prefers to hide his brain from most people. He views it unwise to show one's full power to anyone they don't trust will less than their lives. He's surprisingly a good cook as well as classically trained in music on the piano and violin, and unlike others, he is a man of honor. He won't provoke a fight or harm innocent people. He typically wont fight someone who is unarmed either...unless you cross him in a way deemed 'unforgivable'. Once crossed, he can be cold and ruthless in nature, it is near impossible to regain even a shred of trust with him. He can be mature beyond his years when he wants to be, and is fluent in many languages. There is much more to him than meets the eye.

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The rain falling was a bit of an annoyance. Moving a hand out from under the umbrella palm up to the sky, the blonde allowed a frown to form on his lips. He stood on the street, people seeming to currently keep their distance from him. Nothing new, he was the son of a man who was believed to currently be leading the mafia activity within this city. He wasn't alone either, a few steps back on the street, two men in black suits were following him. Bodyguards, his father's idea, despite his attempts to tell him he could handle himself.

Last thing he needed, was to stand out even more than he already did. A sixteen year old male walking down the street in a suit, fedora and eyepatch was a bit odd. Add the bodyguards and knowing the family name, it was more like he might as well be the plague around people. They wanted nothing to do with him. That was fine, it wasn't like he needed people anyways. They got on his nerves most of the time, little more than that.

He had been alone most of his life, outside of those who worked for the 'business' under his father, or the staff back at the house. It was kind of lonely, but it made him strong at the same time. With his mother having been confined to the bed now, it was getting even quieter and lonelier within the large house. So, he mainly kept to his studies and to himself. Moving his hand back under the umbrella, he'd slide it into his pocket. There was no reason to whine about it, he knew he would have to grow up quicky from the get go.

He wasn't going to stand around and whine about his life, if anything, he was going to take this and make it his. He would prove to his father and the rest of the world, that he was a force to be reckoned with. His frown turned to a small smile, the rain wasn't all that bad...it was actually kind of refreshing, cleansing the world around him. He knew he should be getting home, he'd only stepped out to go to the bookstore within the city. He'd needed something new outside of the library back home. A book tucked under his arm, he continued his path onward.