PIRATE, ZACARÍAS FLORES

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ZACARÍAS FLORES

[attr="class","about_1"]PERSONALITY

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[attr="class","about_1"]HISTORY / FREE FORM

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A sustained trickle sound seeped into Z’s eardrums.[break]
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Drip, drip, drip restless spheres slowly opening. Blurred rugged shaded cement came into view. A couple impulsive blinks followed. The muddy image became clear, including the sanguine liquid that continuously dribbled onto the surface. A puddle of the scarlet fluid had collected below his exhausted orbs. Breathe you stupid fuck crashed into his subconscious but each attempt became a failure. Collections of air began to rise towards his upper esophagus forcefully expelling blood from his rims. Splashes of the vermilion fluid flow onto the terrain.[break][break]

Excessive exhausted coughs strenuously discharge from Z’s entrance. His wrist shackled, and arms miserably restricted above his head. Rear arched forward, knees planted onto the rugged dusty cement. The strained overexerted coughs attracted the attention of the two characters who inevitably captured him. One inflamed sanguine sphere flowed upward towards the vibration of footsteps. Strained leather boots crashing into the harsh dirty concrete. Crunch, crunch, crunch two towering figures dawning the world government uniform and insignia.[break][break]

His memory was returning.[break][break]

Flesh was slit, and blackened during the characters interrogation. These shits were attempting to discover the whereabouts of Z’s father. Because of the profuse slaughtering the youth was given, he momentarily forgot. He hadn’t witnessed his father’s presence in seventeen years, so Z hadn’t the slightest suspicion where he coward to. Abysmal pitches intruded his eardrums from above. A feeble flinch from Z's facial features from the assumed marine’s speech. “So you little shit, have you wised up?” Spewing a substantial collection of saliva and blood from his confinements, he targeted the Marines weather beaten leather boot immediately following the inquiry.[break][break]

A substantial splash clattered across the three characters eardrums. The vermilion fluid and saliva concoction connected. Without any hesitation the Marine promptly bound the edge of his coated leather against the youths under jaw. The liveliness of the sailors appendage was astonishing. A subtle shrill whistle nearby the limb praised the Marines assault. Moments later the grizzled footwear smashed against Z’s addressed bones. His ebony fringe, and facial display whipping upward carelessly from the impact. Head throbbing as persistent agonizing coughs grudgingly bursted from his lips.[break][break]

“Your mother is gonna suffocate on my cock when I get out of here.” Teared through Z’s blood painted rims instantaneously after his excruciating coughing circumstance. Bloodshot sanguine spheres guided downwards viewing the ashen cement. The scarlet fluid sluggishly oozing from his lips. The interrogator's were getting nowhere, and they gathered such. One Marine clutched the sterling silver zippo from his pants pocket and nonchalantly snapped it open. A resounding click echoed against Z’s eardrums. Orbs gradually increasing with a distressing twitch. Fire, the one element that makes him uneasy.[break][break]

Fuck, shit, this fucker better not burn me![break][break]

Flick, the pitch of a flare being generated from the sterling zippo. The wicked stench of fumes recklessly slithering from the Marine’s apparatus made Z finicky. “If you touch me with that shit I’ll shove all ten of your fingers up your ass!” Spheres still glaring against the smokey terrain as the youth began faintly gasping. Sluggishly squatting the Marine directly viewed the victims raven strands. A repulsive tone creeping by his lips “We’ve gotta slowly cauterize your wounds kid. Consider it our parting gift, but don’t fret. You’re our only lead so we’ll see you again.” Z’s heart began rushing as the orange flare came into view. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The flame gradually encountered the youth’s ripped, and smudged flesh.[break][break]

Z succumbed to the immeasurable agony of having ignorant individuals cauterize his considerable wounds. Scars upon his entire figure from the incompetent medical attention he obtained. Nonetheless he awoke unchained but unquestionably followed by those soldiers. His first order of business was surely to drink, otherwise known as his remedial antidote. Though slaying those two individuals would come. Then judgement day was approaching for his father, along with the unethical world government.
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LIKES: alcohol, machinery, meat, music, sex.



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DISLIKES: boredom, rampant flames, rules, submission, vegetables, world government.



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OCCUPATION: shipwright



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PRIMARY ATTRIBUTE: spirit

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HEIGHT: 6.2ft