Your Username: ChiyukiChan (Koda 
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Name: Pierce (After many failed attempts at constructing a last name, all of which eventually envolving Bolines, he gave up on the concept. >-> )
Nickname: He likes to imagine that when people think Pierce, they have some amazing, glorified image of an impressing smart-arse, but in all sad honesty he knows that if he has a nickname, it's something like 'that-guy-with-the-doors' or 'the-cow-halfer'
Type of Animal: Cow. Bovine. Cattle. Not even a bull. ;A;
What They Look Like In Animal Form: Due to his prettyful rainbow bangs, his cow-spots are rainbow-y. <3 When he was roaming aimlessly through the poverty-rotten rural areas, he got nick-named the "Gay Pride Cow". He was thusly hunted by the churches and has feared them since, making him touchy about hunters.
Age: Uhmm...Like, Seventeen? Sixteen? Less? More? He doesn't remember!! >< Oh, Gods! Nooo~! What will he do?! AUGGHGH! *You used: Age attack. It was very effective! You have sent Pierce into: Sudden crisis" -is shot-
Birthdate: *Pierce has the affect: Sudden Crisis--Skip one turn* (Somewhere around June, in the twenties, he thinks. >->
Eye Color: Usually an oceanic blue, but often turns either brown or red, depending on his mood or will. >:]
Gender: Male...But...He IS a COW...So...y'know...WHEN he's a cow..Yeah... Just...Uh...Gods, y'know what? Just drop it...He's a guy...kinda... *You used: Gender confusion. It was effective! You have sent Pierce into: sulk* -shot more-
Hair Style: His bangs are really long by now, so the rest of his hair is, like, shoulder length. Or a little longer.
Hair Color: Black, but his bangs are rainbow coloured.
Full Outfit: Still mostly black, but with a little dark blue and purple. They're virtually rags, honestly. He's made some fishnets and made sorta sleeves out of them. >-> They don't do much for warmth, but they look cool, so he's fine.
Tails, Ears, Claws, etc?: Sometimes he can will himself to have horns and hooves, or simply make his fingernails as hard as hooves. If he is seriously uncomfortable, he grows a tail and it starts twitiching...terribly.
Weapon: Anything he can make. He used to only use his little dagger, but when he started using it to make things, he started making everything he could think of. His pockets are full of everything from doors to weapons to fishnets(more recently) to hairclips that he uses to tie back his hair when he's working.
Personality: He's a pretty nice guy, all in all. He'd give the world to make you smile, if he knows(by knows, I mean, if he has spoken even one word to you) or likes you...But he'd give his life for a grin or something to laugh at. "If you're not laughing, you're crying, and I have no room to cry. Not in this life" is his motto. He doesn't try to be mean, but sometimes he seems like his teasing is spiteful. He's pretty lonely under his smug grins and jokes. He's convinced that everyone he knows is his responsibility and it kills him if something bad happens. He adores art, and will try anything artsy so long as it entertains him.
Interests: Doors, the concept of 'sleep', hair-dye, sand, and wolves...Wall, and art. Making things with his hands. Reactions are fun, too.
Dislikes: Water, jerks, murderers, illness, cernivores, silence...
Fears: Since I love torturing him, he got to lose Maki(one of his fears), and she died slowly, and dying slowly was one of his fears. If he kept those fears any longer, he knows he'd go mad, so the only thing he's still afraid of is blindness...but he gained a new fear! Losing the group. :D
Past: AT birth Pierce was thrown into the slums to die, his mother screaming that she would not have a 'broken' child.
Miraculously found and adopted, he was then raised until the age of seven with his foster mother and her wife, who had originally been quite rich, but were forced into poverty by their families for falling in love with one another and being 'religious blasphemers' by being in love.
Soon, they, too, were murdered brutally in the sulms for the sake of their adopted child, both women begging til their last breath that their child not be hurt. That their forsaken child be saved, as they died in each other's arms.
He then ran and found then lived in an orphanage where he met Maki and her brother. The only ones who dared pay him any mind.
But one day, Kai, Maki's brother was captured by freakazoid creepers hunters and is presumed dead. His final wish was that Pierce protected Maki, who had a deathly illness. When Maki ran away, Pierce felt that he'd be betraying Maki's brother should he not follow her and keep her safe. He thusly returned to the wretched povertyby which he was raised, searching every slum and rural hell for the wolf-girl, who he found with the group.
Relationships/Crush: ...If you asked him, he'd galre at you for a long time, blushing terribly, but I'd say he likes Abby. :D
Family: No one.
Friends: He likes to prtend he's not completely hated by everyone, and that one day people will know his name. He has made a mental note that the group is his new family, and reguardless of their feelings, he considered them all his friends. :P
Reference Picture?: Uhhh...
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Geez! Pierce has such a LOOOONG past. >->
He grew up a little twisted and bitter due to his past, and it also made him a major supporter of gay rights. :) Yay for having two mothers!
Pierce -
Abby was now leaning entirely against the wall, and she sneezed again, "Bless you." I answered immediately.
"Thanks.." Abby coughed, then looked a little alarmed.
Gods, what did I do? I got her sick...! I felt like punching myself, but sighed. I felt her head softly again, "Abby, I really think you're sick. Come on, you should lay down and rest...I'll look after you, okay?" I insisted gently.
Abby began to shake her head, "N-no...I-I'm really okay."
I was about to object when I saw a large shadow loom at the end of the hall. It wasn't Zar...he had passed by quite a while ago. There was no one else that big...I let my instincts take over.
"Shit." I murmured softly, then quickly picked Abby up and swiftly ran into the closest room, closing and locking it silently.
I put Abby down on the bed, and was immediately standing with my back against the door. I stuck my head out the door, and my eyes were greeted with a large mountain of a man.
His eyes met mine, and he immediately charged me, pulling out a bat and grinning evilly. Shit.
I sighed, tossing my dagger and watching in land neatly, but deeply, into his heart, killing him quickly before he could say a word. Pitiful--I had faced lemurs scarier than him.
I flew back inside the room after watching the man fall with a large thud and seeing more shadows heading along toward the hallway to investigate.
Abby was looking terribly scared, and quivering on the bed. I didn't know if it was fear or the fever, but she looked badly shaken.
I hurried over to her and smiled a little, "Abby, listen to me, okay? For some reason, we're under ambush. Something is going on--I don't like it, and it looks like things'll be getting messy. You just need to rest, okay? I'll take care of it." I tried to look upbeat when I grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up. The truth was, I was worried as hell. I had seen this group, and some halfers weren't meant for combat, and these people didn't seem prone to fooling around.
Abby's eyes widened, "Pierce--What's going on?"
I shrugged, my eyebrows furrowing, "I really don't know. Just...Stay put, okay? You'll be fine." I smiled, then rushed out of the door, closing it inaudibly.
I looked at the fallen man. He now had three men hovering over him. They hadn't heard me leave the room, so they'd have no idea where I came from. They wouldn't find Abby. Perfect.
I faked a sneer, feigning fearlessness, and pulling a few wooden knives out of my pocket. Good thing doors weren't my only specialty.
"Oi, idiots!" I called nonchalantly, just loud enough for them to hear, "Over here." I waved as they looked over slowly, eyes crossing as they broke their brains trying to figure out where I came from.
Wow. Real Einsteins, I supposed.
I threw a knife into the center of one's throat, leaving him to writhe and fall in silence.
"Well?" I goaded, as understanding struck them and they got up, readying their weapons.
With a little shock I assessed them. One had a bat--Geez, what a shock. The other had a pistol. Oh...Crap.
See, after years of practice, I have adequate reflexes and can throw and fight decently...Dodging? Not so much.
I gritted my teeth, throwing two knives simultaneously at them, and watching one get struck in the shoulder and the other remain unscathed as the knife missed.
Ugh, this sucked! I was about to attack again when a few guards rushed by carrying a familiar face. I immediately recognized her as the girl who had always hung around Abby. Alissa.
They were taking her away. Why? What the hell?!
My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but yell out, "Alissa!" as the guards ran out of sight. I was about to run after them, but found a large, hideously muscled man on top of me, bat at the ready.
I avoided what must have been a lethal blow at my skull and stabbed him in the throat, and then heart for good measure.
I jumped out from under him, and was about to laugh when my left arm and shoulder got pierced with things that felt suspiciously like bullets. I looked at my arm. Yep. I got shot.
I stood there for a moment, wondering why it didn't hurt, but then staggered back as it hit me that, I was, indeed, in pain.
I yelped, but stopped myself from reaction any further and got rid of him as quickly as possible.
I stood, panting slightly. I looked at my bleeding arm...I'll be damned. I got shot. Twice.
It hurt, too. Just as bad as it did a few years ago when some jerk on the street by some wannabe mugger.
I tried to shrug it off, and rushed back into the room where Abby was resting.
I found her sitting up, looking frantically at the door, and relaxing slightly when she saw me emerge from the hallway.
Her eyes widened again when she saw my left arm, "You...You're bleeding! Your arm..."
I forced a little smile, "I'm fine, Abby. I've had worse." I assured.
"B...But, you were shot! Your arm looks horrible!"
"No, it doesn't. It's only a flesh wound."
"Pierce...!"
"Abby, I've got to go back out there, anyway, I'll be fine, okay?" I attempted.
Abby frowned, her eyebrows furrowing deeply, "Why?" she demanded.
"I saw Alissa get taken away by them, and someone's gotta get her back. I don't know what they're doing, but I've gotta help the group!"
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Hope that was okay. ^^;
Pierce is used to having to kill people, unfortunately. He's lived in the lowest of the low places in the world, and has picked up a few things.
Pierce -
"M...M-Maybe I should get going..." Abby said quietly, twiddling her indext fingers desperately and looking down.
My first impulse was to shout 'no'! And...Honestly, I almost did, "N--!! Er...N...Uh...I mean, n-no, please, don't go." I finally muttered, quietly enough as to not seem like a complete creeper. "I'm a bit...lonely." I chuckled nervously, hoping she wouldn't take me as weak for admitting it. I didn't look her in the eyes as I went on, "It's just...hard for me right now. I..guess, I need someone to talk to, or I don't know what'll happen..." I looked down at the floor, sighing, "The Girl who...died in the group...Maki. We were close, and...and for so long she was all I had..." I sunk my shoulders down, "Gods, I'm sorry, forget I said anything." I lifted my head and faked a tiny smile, "You can leave if you want to, Abby. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." I looked at the beige walls again...Well, they weren't quite ugly to me anymore...Just dull, and worn. Unappreciated by the rest of the color wheel, and made to look even worse with the charming golden lighting blaring into it. and making it think it just wasn't pretty enough to belong on a wall, and should just be torn down...
I was brought out of my thoughts by a warm, slender hand resting upon my shoulder. I looked up into two warm, kind eyes, "It's okay...I mean...It's okay to be sad. Death is hard on us all, especially if you were close..." Abby's face fell by a fraction, but then went back to comforting, "Did you...love her? Maki, I mean?" She asked quietly.
My first answer would have been yes. Forever. Something stopped me as I thought about it, though. I sighed, time for honestly. Not loyalty, for once, "Maybe...Toward the end, I guess I did...I always thought I did...ever since her brother had died..." I looked up pitifully, "But, I think..." I swallowed hard, "Now that I can think about it, really...It was just an obsessive protection. She was one of the only ones who had bothered to get to know me...y'know? I never payed her much mind until...I was right there when her brother died, and I feel like I let her down...I told myself it was love I felt. I told myself I'd never let the poor, sickly girl get hurt..."
I shook my head, "Not...really. I cared for her deeply, so much it hurt...But, I don't think it was love. It could have been, had I saw through my own obsessive need to be near her and save fer from the world around her." I smiled blankly, "I could have loved her if I had seen that that was exactly what she didn't want."
I sighed deeply, then smiled a little, "To answer you, no. I was obsessed with thinking I did, but in the end...I loved her like a sister, and I liked her so much that if I had gotten over myself I could have loved her for something more."
Abby looked at me sadly, then, out of the blue, hugged me, shocking me out of my stupor. "It's okay if you're sad, Pierce...You don't have to hide it. I mean...I'm here for you, okay? You don't have to suffer all alone."
I blinked, then blinked again. I was soon blinking very swiftly, and it took me a minute to notice I was blinking away tears. I scolded myself silently for my weakness, but then hugged Abby back tightly, but not tight enough to hurt her, I smiled, "Thank you, Abby. That means a lot to me."
I let her go and stepped back, smiling again, but looking at her, "Your face is still a little red...You're positive you don't have a fever, right?" I asked worriedly.
Abby felt her face lightly and it flushed a little redder, but she shook her head and smiled a bit, "No, I'm fine, Pierce. Promise."
I frowned for a minute, then grinned, "Fine, fine. C'mon, let's go to the lobby, and, since you've now heard my sob story, how about you tell me about yourself?" I gestured down the hall.
Abby blinked, and then smiled warmly, "Sure."
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Done!! XD
Sorry ya had ta wait so long Amestar!
The secret was revealed! :O
Pierce felt like he owed Maki, and mistook it for love--Don't get me wrong, he still loved her a lot, just...not quite the way he thought. ^^;
He's a guilty soul. ;
Pierce -
"You're...lonely." Hanatsuki finally articulated.
Had today been any other day, and I would've grinned and laughed it off. I thought about trying it, but then actually thought about it.
Ha, ha, ha--No. That wouldn't work.
I sighed, "Not lonely, per-say. More..." I thought for a minute, then sighed, "Alone, is a better word. It's not that I resent being alone or yearn for contact, as being lonely would imply...It's more that I accept that friendship and contact is beyond me, but wallow in self pity at that realization because I'm a cow and wallowing is about all we can do." I stuck my tongue out, but without real emotion.
Hanatsuki gave me 'the look'. Yeah, you know, that look that people give you when they want to tell you 'So, I was right the first time, you just don't like to admit it' but they don't say anything so that it adds to the, 'Are you kidding me' affect.
I shrugged, "Okay, I'm lonely." I admitted. "I...just need more time to sort out my thoughts, and then I'll be back to the God of Deceit like I usually am. Why is it bothering you, Hanatsuki?" I asked, leaning my back against the ugly beige walls.
Hanatsuki sighed, "Call me Hana, not Hanatsuki. And--"
"Really? Ya don't say...I think I sort of prefer Hanatsuki, myself; a hint of grace and majesty, not too feminine, quite becoming--I'd say most people envy a name like yours..." I had been looking at the drab, old ceiling, and when I looked down, I was greeted with an exhausted glare.
"Ah...Sorry, back to what you were saying, please." I'd wanna be named Hanatsuki if I were a girl...I pouted mentally, upset that changing subjects hadn't quite worked.
Hanatsuki sighed, "Whatever...I'm just saying, the group is here for you. We're all gather for a reason: we want to find Harmony. We want to be free of judgment, and we all want to be happy, I suppose...Isn't that what everyone wants out of life?" she asked me, her eyes insisting. "If you keep running away from it, you'll never reach happiness." was the girl's bottom line. She looked at me seriously. "We're not going to get mad if you try to reach out to us, you know. We don't bite...much." She gave a toothy grin.
I felt uncomfortable that this girl saw through my act. It's not that I felt weak--cause I always felt weak. It came with being the bottom of the food chain--It was more like...It was different for anyone to care about me.
I bit my lip and frowned. It seemed like almost everyone cared in this strangely close group.
I felt exposed, like everyone could see my soul, and it was awkward. Not unpleasant, just...awkward.
I sighed, moving from against the wall to the door. "Yeah...I guess you're right." I looked back at Hanatsuki and smiled a little, "Thanks, Hana." I emphasized her name and stuck my tongue out again. I opened the door and started to walk away.
"Wait, where are you going now?" Hana asked calling down the hall.
"To think." I lifted my hand and waved without turning around. "You've just made me rethink my entire stance on life with you guys--I need to sort it out."
I heard her huff out a sigh, but could hear the smile in her voice, "Fine...Good luck with that, then." I listened as her footsteps faded into the hall. Off to find her companion, Fai, I suppose.
I smiled a little. Good for her. Then mused for a minute as I realized that I may have created what could grow into friendship with that girl.
Weird...First Ice, now Hana. I doubted I'd have any friends, really. It's a wonder I'd earned two...
I sighed. I could talk to the group...Wow. I could talk to the group, couldn't I? It never occurred to me, I guess.
The group was made of people.
People who didn't hate me.
People who I could be friends with.
Gods, that threw my thought process for a loop.
I was about to continue my musings when I ran into a slight, recognizable figure, earning me a soft yelp.
I jumped back immediately and grabbed her arm gently to steady her before she could fall. Thank the Gods for my reflexes.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking at all! Are you alright?" I blurted out quickly, my voice concerned. I was so used to running into people, it made me jumpy.
Abby looked a bit confused, but smiled slightly, "Yeah, I'm fine, Pierce. Don't worry about it."
I realized I was still holding her arm and let go, "Sorry. Reflex." I explained. I grinned at her, "Seems like I always run into you when I'm lost in thought, only this time, it was a bit literal." I made a peace sign.
She smiled back warmly, "Hee...Yeah, I guess your right." she giggled quietly.
I grinned, enjoying her company, "Why are you wandering around?" I knitted my eyebrows together, "Aren't you gonna check out your room?" I asked, seeing as though everyone else seemed preoccupied doing something or another.
Abby seemed a little flustered for a minute, and laughed nervously, "I'm just exploring this place. It's really big." She explained.
I looked her up and down. She looked really...soft. Like, warm and welcoming. I hummed, it was odd...I had always thought of birds as cold, mean, and distant, but this girl was really...not any of that. She was more cute than anything, and she was far from mean.
I studied her face for a moment, "Hm...Are you okay, Abby? Your face is a little red. You don't have a fever, do you?" I asked, a little horrified as I realized that when she was helping me in the snow she could have gotten sick. Ugh! I was so stupid.
Abby raised her hands, blushing a little, "N-No! I'm okay...I'm fine, Pierce." she smiled.
"Well..." I sighed, a little unsure, "If you say so...I'm sorry if you do get sick though. You didn't have to help me in the snow." I apologized.
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I type so slow! DX
I hope I got Abby and Hana right!
Yay for Pierce's epiphanies! He's finally learning! XD
Pierce -
I thanked Ice and Abby again as we arrived at the old abandoned whatever-it-was. I didn't particularly care.
They both looked a little concerned, but I forced a small smile and shrugged. "I'm tired. Don't worry." my voice was hoarse and my smile unconvincing, but I didn't feel like perfecting my act today. I was too worn out. I handed Shadow's jacket to Ice and told him to thank Shadow too. I tried not to let it show that I was still cold.
I doubt it worked, but, oh, well.
I walked up to Sky quietly, instead of stomping around proudly like I usually did, I noticed that my feet made no noise as they caressed the ground. I guessed it would take a bit of time for my exterior pride to be perfected.
Pfft. Useless.
"Sky? I'd like a key to a room, please." I didn't let my eyes meet hers, rubbing my hands together absently. I was still so cold...Damn my inability to wear jackets.
Sky seemed to hesitate before saying softly, "...Of course, Pierce." and handed me the icy piece of metal that felt warm on my colder hands.
"Thanks." I muttered, before stretching and walking forward. I looked around, humming tunelessly to myself. As long as I didn't talk, I seemed fine.
Ice was with Shadow and looked content enough, so that was good...
Hmm...Abby was standing awkwardly with some others who I didn't look at long enough to recognize, and I hoped that she'd get along with them well. Maybe I'd talk to her later, she seemed nice...
Jake caught my eye, looking tattered and beaten, and being carried by the giant bear dude. I sighed as his eyes met mine and flickered with emotion. Fun, fun, fun, I thought sarcastically as I walked over to him. Might as well pull myself together before he got the idea that I was some weak idiot or that I was going to give up.
'Cause I don't give up. Ever.
I stopped a few feet away from him and gave him the damned best fake smug grin I could manage before reaching into my pocket and tugging out a small door. I tried not to let my fake smile falter as I tossed it at him, the door landing perfectly on his head.
I didn't bother looking at his face as dropped my grin and quickly turned tail, walking to the room that my key suggested I stayed in. I didn't wanna be near them for a few hours.
I sat on the floor after locking the door. I wondered for a minute how many of the group actually knew my name...
Pfft. Who knew.
I didn't know if I cared or not. I didn't care if I cared or not. Screw confusion, for the next hour I'll just pretend I dunno anyone who says anything and sneak away...
Maybe.
Okay, I wont.
But, let the record show that for a minute I thought about leaving. Sorta.
I sighed, laying down entirely on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
There were one million questions crammed into one word as I felt myself whispering, almost inaudibly to myself.
"Why?"
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Pierce, you drama queen. :<
