Skar

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Hi, my name is WHAT?
My name is WHO?
My name is
Skander "Skar" Lovett



Claim to Fame: Lou Taylor Pucci

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Name: Skander "Skar" Lovett
Age: 21
Height: 5'7"
Gender: XY
Orientation: Heterosexual, maybe. He hasn't given it any thought.
Alliances: Seeker

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Likes:

• Cigarrettes
  
• Working
  
• Constant beat
  
• Magic

Dislikes:

• Challenges
  
• Silence
  
• Getting angry but does it a lot

Wants:

• Connections
  
• People to trust
  
• A lighter

Fears:

• Women [Cause of his mother]
  
• Abandonment
  
• Trusting people
  
• Old men in pink tube socks

Appearance:There is one word to describe Skar. And that's punk. His hair is black, in fact, his hair is blacker than black and that is due to the fact that he dyes it religiously. His original hair color is a light blond. It's always spiked upwards. He has a gaunt, thin face and menacing blue eyes that practically scream Mess with me and die. They are, in fact, so blue that they resemble a clear pool of water in a dark cave. They are always surrounded by thick eyeliner, which adds to his punk edge. His nose is upturned and small. He has well defined muscles and usually wears a t-shirt with a good band or some rebellion act. He cuts the sleeves off of his shirts, and wears faded jeans and converse. He always wears an old shark tooth necklace, for good luck, that he stole from some kid in grade school. On his left bicep is a tattoo of a bruised and bloody fist that represents his will to fight and tattooed on each his fingers are letters that spell out "Saint Jimmy".

Personality: Skar is a hard-worker. He will work and work until a job is finished. He is quite industrious, and can accomplish things believed beyond his abilities. He is instinctive and will follow what his gut tells him, and it has gotten him out of bad situations more than once. Skar is quite strong, mentally and physically, meaning that others who are on his good side tend to feel somewhat protected. He is affectionate to those he likes. He has an overly-expressive nature. Idealistic and inspirational, he is driven with a strong inner urge to be of service in some way that would uplift humanity as a whole, his humanity, that is. He cares for his close ones are his world. Even though he may sound good, he isn't completely. He had his dark side.

Sometimes when he remembers what both of his parents did to him (we'll get to that later) all the rage builds up inside of him. He has an emotional intensity that is hard to control. His dark side is cunning and sly, often conning people to do what he wishes, but it is also violent and deadly. Skar has anger management issues. He can become very angry and the simplest of problems and start ranting. At first. But as he got older it progressively got worse. Soon it was a punch or a kick, which led to fighting. It got so extreme that he had to go to therapy. He's had several therapists, all quitting after he got done with them. His experience with intellectuals gave him a great example. He mimics their actions and way of speaking to make him seem smarter than he is. His years in therarpy taught him how to manipulate, the blade cuts both way. In addition to his anger management issues, he has abandonement issues and a fear of women, all having stemmed from his childhood. He's interested in magic.

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Mother:Nicole Lovett
Father:Gerald Lovett
Siblings:None of Blood
Family of Note:Ryan Sean. Former Brother.
History: Skar's life was sad from the beginning. His parents didn't nor ever did want to have a kid, especially not one like Skar. He was the wound that tore them apart, and the scar that reminds them of what they lost. The hospital refused to name him scar, and so they chose Skander instead. Skar became his nickname. He couldn't remember a time when someone had called him by his real name. His parents were entrepreneurs, they started their very own business: Mr. And Mrs. Lovett's One-Stop Shop. The name said it all. You could buy anything from beer to... gasoline. So it wasn't the fanciest store nor the most original name, but they scraped by. Until they found out they were having a baby. So the baby was born. And as he got older, the more Mr. and Mrs. Lovett hated each other. Soon it was time for Skar to start school. They registered him for kindergarten at the local school. Which wasn't half bad, except that it looked as if it had been deserted for twenty-five years, the teachers looked like they'd rather be anywhere else in the world but there, and all the kids were sick, starving for a fight. It was the kind of school where if you don't do what the mean kids tell you to, you're dead.

When Skar turned five he became the messenger between his parents. They were never in the same room anymore. It didn't take long for Skar to get fed up with this nonsense. He screamed, threw a tantrum, tossed furniture. Ever since then, if his mom or dad asked him to tell the other one something, he would get mad and start yelling. Soon after, if he heard one thing he didn't like he would become infuriated, sometimes he would even try to start a fight. His parents hated him for this, for ruining their already ruined family. But still he hated them more. He went to the school nurse, who told him he had anger problems, serious anger problems. His only outlet was magic. It was his interest, the only thing that wasn't completely terrible in life. He practiced in secret. No one could know about his only source of happiness. Surely they'd take it away. The year after that, when Skar was just six, his father left him and his mother. They had no idea where he went. So the store became Mrs. Lovett's One-Stop Shop. Now you would think this would make the daughter and son bond closer, but it did just the opposite. Somehow it had gotten into his mind that she had chased him away, the only fatherly figure he had. Gone.

But their lives went on and they continued hating each other, bickering everyday. Until one day his mom got drunk and she did something terrible. She sexually abused him when he was nine years of age. It scarred little mister Lovett for life. And that was not the end of it, she harassed him everyday. Every night, with closed eyes, he'd curl under him covers, whisper his magic words, and open his eyes, but never once had he dissappeared. He gave up on magic, because magic had given up on him. He never told anyone. If someone were to find out, she would beat him. Everyday Skar Lovett thought about ending his life, but he never did because he always thought, What if this is all just a dream? or Maybe tomorrow will be different, but of course it wasn't. Until one day, when he was fourteen, he had gotten home from school and found she was nowhere to be seen. He found a note on the fridge that said, I love you, Skar. I'm sorry. This should have made Skar Lovett feel sad, or something similar, but it didn't, it made him furious. He went on a rampage, ripping the letter to shreds and throwing it into the fire. He went around the house screaming profanities and destroying anything he could get his hands on. But an idea had struck him, one that had never occurred it him.

He would run away.

So that he did. He ran from an empty and broken home. No one to miss him. He had no idea where he was going simply because he was going nowhere. He changed his name to Skar. Never again would he be taunted with the Lovetts. He slept on the streets and ate out of trashcans. He had hit the bottom. The only thing he had was the clothes on his back and his name. Skar. He had no past now, he lived in the present, and the future was his. He was the graffiti he drew on the, and no one could stop him.

Except low-life thugs. He was surrounded by them one night, seven of them, and they all had weapons. They said they wanted his money, but he told them truthfully he had none. But of course, they didn't believe him. He was going to be dead in less than an hour. The only weapons he had was a pocket knife and a smalls pile of fist-sized rocks at his feet. He managed to throw one at them and they laughed before they went in for the kill. One of them, the leader, had him at gun point. He saw his life flash before his eyes, and it was awful. Rage was building inside of him. No one could do this to him. And that's when he saw the knife strike the leader. Seeing his chance he grabbed the gun from his limp hand and looked up to see a tall, imminent figure. Later he found out his name was Ryan, Ryan Sean. He pulled the trigger of the gun, it was aimed at a thug approaching him. Nothing happened. Turns out the gun had no bullets. Well, he still had to do something about the thug, so he did what any guy would do in this situation. He slammed the hilt of the gun as hard as possible onto the man's skull and heard a a satisfying crack as the skull cracked beneath blow. Skar and Ryan fought side by side that night and defeated every one of the thugs. Ryan became Skar's guardian, closer than a brother to him. They lived together, making a living off of Ryan's guitar playing. But there was no way Skar would allow that. He too taught himself how too play an instrument, the drums. At first he started off with a few garbage cans and their lids, but a few months passed and he had enough money to buy his own drum kit: Mapex drums and Sabian cymbals. And this is how they got by.

But one day, Skar came home after a gig, and Ryan wasn't home. He wasn't at the restaurant where he often worked, either. Skar waited until morning, hoping that maybe he was just working late or getting a drink at the bar. But in the morning, he was still nowhere to be found. And it dawned on him that his brother, his one fatherly figure, his hero, had dumped him. At first he tried of the old techniques his old school guidance counselor had taught him, even breathing, focusing on the happy, but it only made things worse. "You're such an incompetent idiot Skar, did you really think it would last forever? He's just another parent who can't stand me. I must really be awful," he told himself. The self loathing got the best of him and he decided it'd be best to take it out on the drums. Boy was he wrong. The hate and the sorrow combined together and once he destroyed his kit, kicking holes in the bass drum and more unimaginable things. "GAH!!" he collapsed onto the ground and lay there the whole night, hoping this nightmare of a life would end.

The days that followed were worse. Ryan was the thing he had loved most and now even he had abandoned him. He would have practiced the drums, his second love, but those too were taken from him by his rage. That night he took the gun he had kept that night so long ago, the night he had met Ryan, bought bullets with some of his gig money and robbed a bank. Yes, a 15-year-old boy robbed a bank. And he loved it. He hid from the cops that night. The next day he robbed another bank, but this time, a cop was on the crime scene. Skar did what he thought best and shot the guy in the leg, then ran, because he did steal something. No one caught him. He did this 3 years, and ended up robbing over a dozen banks. At first, his crimes were crude and rudimentary, but over time he progressed and perfected it. He took up magic again, not for the love of it, but for the need. His tricks came in handy with his new found hobby, bank-robbing. One night, coincedentally his birthday, he was a little too slow and a cop shot him in the arm.

It was the worst pain he had ever experienced in his life, but he continued running, determined not to give in. But he was painstakingly slow and the caught him easily. He was imprisoned, he had to serve a term of four years. It was easy. He did the same thing everyday: sit, refuse food and sleep until absolutely necessary. He had his own cell because once they tried to room him with someone and he bit their throat out. But, hey, they were the ones who made fun of his history. It was his fourth year, and he was refusing food again. He looked through the bars to see something that only occurred in his nightmares now: Ryan Sean. He was only there for thirty days, but Skar made those thirty days living hell. He cried until there were no tears left, he screamed profanities until he had no voice and his throat almost killed him when he talked, he glared until he had to blink. But it seemed like it was over before it started and everything was back to normal: sit, refuse food and sleep until absolutely necessary.

His time was over. He was a free man. A changed man. He moved to a small town called Noatak, Canada.

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Talisman:
Description: Pitch black fur, brownish muzzle. Skar is not a big bear, but what he lacks in size, he makes up in swagger. "I'm big where it counts."

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Your Experience: On and off.
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