Nevrok, Talon WIP

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CASE FILE: Alchemist/RIOTE Militant

"Am I part of the cure? Or am I part of the disease?"
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FULL NAME:
→ Talon Nevrok

AGE:
→ 33

SEX:
→ Male

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Central City, Amestris

RACE:
→ Amestrian

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ January 22, 1979

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HEIGHT:
→ 6'2

WEIGHT:
→ 180 lbs

PICTURE:
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DESCRIPTION:
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PERSONALITY:
→ Unpredictable and spontaneous, Talon is a man whose intentions can't exactly be guessed. He seems to be casual and calm but at the same time, he will be completely off his rocker at the same time. He seems to know what he wants most of the time, but then, he changes his mind just as quickly. Very fickle and indecisive, he's constantly looking for something to entertain himself. Whether it be ethical or not.. can vary day to day and minute to minute.

Socializing is a part of Talon's day to day life. Though he may seem quiet and reserved, he actually enjoys having a good conversation on just about anything.

Blatant

Extreme

Curious

Power-hungry
More, more MORE! It was something Talon always wanted. More power, more ability, more of everything. He has a constant want, a NEED for more. As a madman descends further into insanity, he seeks only more to feed his wildest longings. It doesn't matter what he wants, he finds his ways of taking it. Though most are through manipulation and false hopes, he isn't a foreigner to brute force and extreme measures.

Hatred

LOVE:
→ FIRE!!, humble people, conservative women, smoking

HATE:
→ Alchemist, skimpy clothing, high heels

DEEPEST SECRET:
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IDOL:
→ N/A

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HISTORY:
→ Born to an average family within Central City, there was nothing special about Talon. AT least, that's what they thought. The newborn had a long and hectic life ahead of him. One of a violent nature that would forever break apart the family at the seams. The years started as any normal. A boy that toddled about and learned of what was his life. The people around him affecting everything he said or thought, constant morals and rules that were flickered around at the whimsy of mom and dad. An average household with no real aspiration or motivation. His mother a woman who went through the daily monotony of smoking cigarettes and working at a fast food chain and a father that worked his ass off at his office job.

Every now and then a fight would ensue and the boy would witness the flung words that raged through the mouths of bitter hearts. How terrifying and annoying it became as he grew. Talon never enjoyed his parents' company. Though he never 'hated' them, he at times questioned if he even loved them to start with. They were a pain, a hassle and you had to form the right words or you would be without the desired outcome. A toy? A prolonged bedtime? They were all objects worth pursuing. He liked getting his way.

As Talon grew into a boy instead of an infant, he observed the more effective uses of consequences and what he could get away with. Constantly he would look into what his parents said or did. Their reactions to him, the way they reacted to his words and the ease that came with mending their minds. Slowly the boy grew to control his own parents. Though, then it was unintentional something as simple as getting the new toy he wanted had become a frivolous and well-practiced game. He didn't even need to put effort into it. It had all become a habit that accidentally was picked up. However, the question remained, where he had gained it from? The answer, was his own father. The controlling head of the family, always seemed to get what he wanted from Talon's mother. Even as the boy was supposed to be in bed, he could hear them argue and the way his own father would twist words and pull promises just to get the desired outcome. It was a game of wits in the real world and he knew damn well how to use them.

"Mommy pleeaasssee~" He had begged for his first train set. The shining lights and new track simply moistening his palette and made young eyes glisten. An eleven year old who desired nothing but that device that ran in circles on a track that never seemed to end. The woman looked down at the face of her son and couldn't help but groan. An expensive thing as such wouldn't own up well to her wallet or her paycheck, but the sputtering smoke out of her mouth told the answer 'maybe'.

"If you've been a good boy, then yes." She would say as she took his hand then led him off to the store as planned. Christmas was only weeks away and Talon could almost taste the plastic and metal mixed scent of new toy smell. Cold air billowing out of his own mouth that looked almost the exact replica of his mother's smoke patterns. He felt excitement and hope. He could almost see it dressed up under the tree with the ribbon and lace. So, when Christmas came and he didn't get it, he ended up doing only what was logical. He persuaded his family otherwise. Not touching his new gifts and even go as far as offering his own toys as sacrifice. It was a game, after all and sacrifice had to be done.

When he reached high school, Talon had barely any time. Between track and field and studying, he was thrown into only busy busy bee mode almost all of the time. His friends often sat and gossiped away as he read up on the history of Amestris and the world around him. There wasn't a time Talon wasn't with his nose in a book, or at least his parents would explain. Even growing into a young man, he barely had time to socialize or party. The ones he did attend, never ended well. The one time he tried to have fun and he woke up hung over the side of his couch with questionable fluid on his shirt. A few people scattered the floors and he hadn't the slightest who he was or what he was doing where he was. The pieces fell in place and he spent the next hour hurling in the toilet and regretting the whole decision.

In fact, Talon was so disgusted with HIMSELF, he sought to find a position in the reserves for the Amestrian military. At the age of seventeen (as soon as he could), he went forth and signed the paperwork. He wouldn't be in active duty until he was eighteen, after he graduated, but he was at least readying himself for it. He wanted the sturdy schedule, the routine and even the order that came with military.

A friend of his, lay there on his bed. Unconscious, drunk and the scent of smoke that lingered in the air was almost nauseating. A weak human who had been sobbing in Talon's arms the night before. Tears were nothing, the pain of his friend struck a nerve. Pity.. why was it there? "Shall I release you from this painful existence?" Talon had managed while his body idled up to his friend who stirred and gave quite the oddest look. A drugged look in his eyes while he slipped back to sleep. Talon, with no expression leaned in. His fingers traced the pulsing veins of the neck as they throbbed beneath the pads. He could feel him breathe, feel his life's nectar move in his body. A tapping of life's dance and too swiftly, Talon sunk his thumbs into the man's throat.

Startled, the drunken friend shot up and sputtered an array of random words. A knife was pulled and a strike lunged at Talon's face. The man, a bit taken back by the assault, lazily fell backward, receiving a rather nasty cut on his collarbone. His hands remained in his pockets, as Talon watched his friend swear a string of curses and stinging words about betrayal. Who had betrayed him? Talon had only tried to help. His mind slid into confusion and he grabbed his gun, firing two rounds into the man's chest. It took a moment, but as his friend lay bleeding, he swung himself over his chest and firmly gripped the throat one more. His thumbs pressed avidly into the throat bones, listening to them creak as he refrained from breaking them. A cough, a choke and a struggle later, the man slowly fell out of consciousness and not long later, his chest stopped rising and falling. Talon had nothing further to say as his friend gurgled and bled on the floor before him. Instead, he simply stood there with a quiet sort of smile. The power.. his first murder. It was kind of sloppy, but the rush he felt. It was an addiction that sent thrills into his spine. Gorgeous crimson on his floor puddled out under his new shoes, staining them red. This was true power.. this was what addiction felt like. Unfortunately, the satisfaction was only momentary and all too soon the thrill drained back to nothing. A high could only last so long, besides.. he was bleeding, anyways.

Blood trailed in footsteps as he walked from the room. A stain of crimson on his person and clothes drenched in the foul scent of iron. The eyes of a fellow member stared at him wide. "TH-THE FUCK COLONEL NEVROK?!" The voice bellowed. Quaking in his boots, the terrified man was simply appalled. Since when had Talon become such a dark man? But no- That wasn't the reason the boy was terrified, but instead, he was fearing his commander's life. "All that blood! Oh my god! Are you alright?"

Yes.. murder was escapable when your files were clean and nothing hinted at it. Self defense! They had declared. It had to have been self defense, the man would never kill for no reason. Yet, as Talon stood there, silent, he couldn't help but remember choking out the last breath of the comrade. Watching his bleeding body as he writhed and gasped for air like a pathetic animal, the begging eyes that turned to glass rather quickly. The power in it all. He could control how long a person lived and not even just by alchemy. The power of alchemy was just so overused and yet, without it, it seemed not even his true ambitions could be fulfilled.

The court was a jury of his peers, all agreeing that he wouldn't kill without reason, but still a crime was a crime. It was pure manipulation that let him off with a slap on the wrist, probation and a demotion. Afterwards, the whole thing was dropped, not to be brought back up or a long time. He was innocent! There was no way that Talon would have done such a thing, they all comforted him and apologized, sympathetic looks, while not even a glint of guilt flickered in the man's eyes. Smiles were the same, nothing changed. He laughed, he grinned as an innocent man. It hadn't happened, it was all a false accusation. He had never done it, never! His mind repeated the notion over and over, as if trying to convince himself more than anyone else, but he needed no convincing. He believed it with the majority of his own being. It was an odd moment, when people around him were so sad for him, but for what? He was treated the same annex the mopy 'I'm so sorry' and pitied glances he got. He didn't need it. What he really wanted was.. more of the control.

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