Age * Location
07.03.2050 [37] * The Rookery
Role in Story
He's a security guard at The Rookery.
Goal
To keep his new family safe at all times.
Physical Description
Tony is a gargoyle. He has wings; however, he is only able to glide. His skin appears on the grey blue side and is tough to the touch. In reality it is incredibly tough as are his bones, making him great in a security position.
Personality
Occupation
Building security at The Rookery.
Habits/Mannerisms
Rubs his left horn with his left hand when he is feel insecure/embarrased.
Background
When Tony was young he lived in an abusive home. His mom was an alcoholic and his dad was always working and was cold and distant when he was around. When his mom got drunk she would smack him around and she had a habit of shutting him into his closet when he 'irritated' her. Maybe sensing his vulnerability, the kids in his school also bullied him and tried to intimidate him. A few times he tried to fight back, but his heart wasn't into hurting others.
At eight, his magic started to manifest and he changed almost overnight. By this time magic had been in the world long enough that everyone could tell what was going on. That didn't stop others from reacting though. As his skin started changing colors and the wings and horns grew, his school bullies started to back off from the physical conflict and move on to the verbal and emotional abuse; as did his mom. His dad walked out on them when Tony was nine and it all went downhill from there. Tony didn't like his mom very much but he felt responsible for her, so as she became more and more distant and spent more time passed out, he would cook and care for her. Then the money started to run out.
When he was nine and three-quarters, some men showed up at the door. They wore suits and looked clean and, well, rich to his eyes. His mom sent him from the room, but he hear her talking. She basically sold him to them for a year's rent. He wasn't surprised really, but something in him broke. He supposed it was his heart; the ache continued for years.
He went with the men with no argument. What was the point? He wasn't even ten, his dad had already left and his mom didn't want him. These guys at least wanted him enough to pay good money.
He ended up in a small barracks with four other kids like him. They had a variety of skin tones, and horn types, but they were all similar enough to him to be recognizable. They ranged in age from 7 - 12. There was Basil, the youngest, he was 7. Shasta was 9, like him. Trent was 11, and Andrea was 12. What followed was years of both training and experimentation. They were well fed and cared for medically, but they were also put through the ringer and tested. They were taught martial arts in a variety of forms as well as bladed weaponry and projectiles. They were given all sorts of tests. Since it was nearly impossible to get needles through the skin, they were often tied down while chisels broke open their skin so that samples could be taken. They were told it should be an honor to 'serve' their country by helping science to understand their special abilities. It still sucked and hurt. This went on for eight years.
One day, instead of their usual guards, men in blue uniforms entered their room. The 'operation' had been shut down. The kids, well, technically only Basil, Shasta and Tony were kids, were to come with them. Great. A new facility. They were transported on the ground and when they got there they were ushered into a room with windows; sunlight streaming in. There weren't even any bars. A woman walked in.
She told them that what had been done to them was awful and immoral. She would never be able to make up for the time they had lost, but she promised she would see to it they were given great lives going forward. She said we would all get appropriate counseling [whatever that means]. She offered Trent and Andrea, as adults, training and/or employment for whatever they would like to do. She told Basil, Shasta and me that we would attend school and then we would be free to choose as well. She said if ever we needed anything we should contact her.
Now, twenty years later, I am still here. Now I am doing the protecting.
Internal Conflicts
External Conflicts
Notes
Tony Makes a Friend
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