Tassos; Taurean

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Name: Taurean
Alias: Tassos
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: Six even
Weight: 140
Sexual Preference: None
Occupation: Test Subject
Weapon(s): A gun
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye color: Sandyx(Scarlet)
Piercing(s): Nipple piercings.
Wings: None
Tattoo(s): On his wrist is a bar code, and on the small of his back is the head of a bull with the words "Recreated a Taurus" above it.
Style: He likes black coats, and is often seen wearing either a trench coat, or a black coat with bright light blue lines going down the sides of it.
Powers/Abilities: He has two separate abilities, and they are basically the center of many many other powers. Such as, the sun is the center of the universe(one of many), and it has many planets that form around it. That's basically it for him. Now, his first ability is a type of Poltergeist type ability, and around that are several different others, that I will not get too into here. The second ability, well, you'll have to figure out on your own. (^_^)v
Personality: Basically, he is an ass. Your basic gang leader, or something like that. He is a prick, tries to stay distant from people, goofs on those he finds worthy of his companionship, tries to protect his 'buds'/comrades, and most of the time succeeds. He is a little messed up in the head, having lost his mother to a hoard of hunters to which he himself had riled up by eating one of them. The only thing left of her he has is her book, and he cherishes it like it were his own heart. If it is damaged, he becomes even more vulnerable than normal, loses his train of thought, and is basically a bit dramatic about things. He hates change, and so will either restore things to the way they were, or will just avoid it all together. Tassos loves his real name, but since his mother gave him the nickname he has now, he has adopted it as his forename, and so is bent to have everyone call him Tassos, and if they don't, he snaps on them. He tries to distance himself from his 'friends' and comrades, simply because he wishes not to involve them into his life, nor does he wish them to know the REAL Tassos. He's none too pleasant to be around, a lot less bearable than he normally is. He is somewhat easily hurt, having his food taken away from him, having his mother disrespected by ruining her book, stuff like that, and so tries to avoid such things by hardly saying anything that would lead to such things happening. He points out the bare truth and does not show any mercy when saying it, even when he is directing it to his friend(s) or comrades.

History: Abandoned by his father before he was born, he was instantly the man of the house; with such title comes great responsibility, one being taking care of the females of the house. He did this fairly well, taking care of his older sister and mother, forcing them not to work so much when they had just gotten home or were sick, or something to that degree. Tassos had been like that since he was capable of walking, such a sweetheart, and still is(you just have to dig REALLY deep). When he had just turned thirteen he got a visit from his father, come to wish him a Happy Birthday after thirteen years of not even wanting him. Of course, Tassos did not like that too much, and especially when he found out from his sister that he had molested her from time to time when he lived with the two women. So, he took it to this man, a mere sperm donor for all he cared, and was smacked in the head when he confronted him. He didn't like that. It only took him moments to get the man on the ground, his fingers gripped into the inside of the male's cheek, tugging it clean from his face just to torture him a bit. He tossed it to a passing starved dog, grinning down at the sperm donor, phasing his hand through his back and gripping at his heart, spueezing it firmly and crushing it in his chest after making him suffer form his grip for a few moments.
A few years later he and his mother, sister already having moved away and gotten married, were on a hike, exploring the mountain that their new home rested on. When they had found a suitable place to take a rest Tassos took on the role of scouting out the surrounding area to make sure there were no sudden drops or any dangerous animals about, which there were few, so when he went back to the small rest spot he was horrified to see that there was signs of a struggle and blood on the ground where his mother had been seated. He hastily tracked her down. When he found her she was tied up in an abandoned house, beaten, bloodied, and damn near dead. He tried to get her down, desperately tugging at the chains holding her off of the ground, he was attacked from behind, smacked in the back of the head with a metal bat, then continually beaten with various objects; planks, bats, chains, feet, and even a whip until he was barely conscious and aching all over. They stopped before he passed out simply so he could watch his mother get murdered, slit across the throat with a dull and rusty cleaver that was found on the ground, so she was sawed at while awake, already crying out for anybody to help her. That's when he passed out.
He awoke a few hours later to see his mother nailed to the wall by her hands, naked and cut clean in half at her stomach. Tassos could not help but vomit upon seeing someone he loved so dearly mutilated in such a way. Of course, he had done this to many other people, tearing them apart limb by limb for food, but he never imagined seeing his mother in such a way.With but a simple sigh, the cannibal shook his head and got up from the ground, wiping at his lips and turning away from the scene, limping out of the abandoned house and phasing through the ground, using it as a way to get around so he was not seen in such a condition, nor was he caught by those men whom had killed his mother. Chances are, if he were to see them, he would attack them and get killed by them. He didn't want to die. If it was one thing he learned in all his childhood and his few years of being a teen, he knew that dying was not something you strive for, but living instead. Plus, he had a sister he had to take care of, his mother was already a quarter of her life away from Death, his sister still had a lot longer left to live, and so he wanted to protect her since he could not protect his mother.
However, when he resurfaced once more for something to eat, after many many moons of just traveling about aimlessly, he found himself in that of the grounds of a type of facility, obviously a facility that held all sorts of gifted children in it because he was instantly stunned by lasers that fired at him automatically because of his powers. He was hurriedly drug into the building by a couple of men in white coats, scientists, and was equipped with a collar that held a type of serum in a needle at the back of his neck, stunting his powers and forcing him not to use them. Ever since, he has been kept in the place as a test subject.
Other: Likes: Animals; Human Flesh; Spring Breezes; The fresh smell of the ocean; Snow; Being Alone; Fighting; Torturing others; Milk; Music; Writing; Reading and Literature; Exploring; Physical labor; New clothes; Dark colors; Pictures; The sounds of keys jingling, blood squishing through meat or muscle, the click of a gun, the tapping of keys on a keyboard, and well played instruments; His gun; Running; Traveling; Collecting various things(Certain types of books, weirdly shaped rocks, and a few other things)
Dislikes: Being starved; annoying kids; Most humans; The collar on his neck; being bugged continuously; Worrying himself over others since eventually they will be his meal; Fatigue; Snoring; Mornings; Deafening alarms in the buildings; Seeing people cry/sob;Tests; Losing fights(but it's not the end of the world); His friend(s) being hurt, so he does his best to try to help said person or persons out; and a lot of other things that I do not feel like typing out right now. e.e