Zacharias Giovani Marino
[Zac]

"I don’t need you to find resolve"

gender: XY
birthdate: 11 August 1990
age: eighteen
hometown: Tesla, West Virginia
heritage: his great grandparents on his father’s side were from italy. and so where his mothers, oddly, so he’s pretty much half Italian.

"no one can ever slow me down, I’ll stay unbound"

interests:

motorcycles, cursing in different languages, cursing in general, drums, speeding, die, daredevil, the letter f, favourites, being alone, aviators

disinterests:

math, the letter m, medicine, law, awards, egos, trust, honesty, fairness, ‘friends’, his inhaler(asthma)

fears&nightmares:

being broken, death, doctors

addictions:

nicotine (it’s a nervous habit) going fast, black coffee

detailed personality:
WARNING: Contains vulgar language

I don’t give a flying fuck what you think, okay? Get that straight right of the bat. I am me and if you don’t like me, then go fuck with a donkey. You want to know about me? Why? What good will it do you? God, fuck, nosy people. Fine, I’ll tell you something. I don’t trust you. I don’t trust anyone. Why? Because, moron, every single fucking person in this entire world is out to get something, and let me tell you, that something is not goddmn fucking peace. Those people that tell you otherwise, well hell, they're the worst of the lot. The fucking hippies think they’re doing the world good, like they are. They’re like every other lying shiniving son of a bitch of out there. Don’t think that’s fair? Well to bad princess. The world isn’t fair, or did your soft ass mommy forget to tell you that one? My world is my own. I don’t need fucking friends. All they want is your stuff, all they ever do is take take take. People think that friends are good because they’re someone you can talk to. Fucking morons can’t figure a damn thing on their own. People do not befriend you. You are only together for a moment, atoms and molecules that happened to crash in this big fucking chaotic world, and like the greedy motherfuckers they are, they take and then bam, they’re gone, easy as that. I’m not prone to think otherwise, no matter what you do or say, tinker bell. My life revolves around my motorcycle. god I love that fucking sexy beast. You wouldn’t’ understand, of fucking course not. Not until you ride one, and hell, it won’t be mine, get that straight. That’s my baby. The one thing I will trust, because motorcycles are fucking fail safe. All it takes is a little elbow grease and time to fix. People will tear you apart at the fucking seams, no thought about it.

I wasn’t always like this you know. With my high defences and my armour walls, my rude and crude attitude. I didn’t always throw people away like they were a disease out to rot my soul. God, I fucking swore I wouldn’t get into this. I used to be a good kid, I swear. This was before I was corrupted, before I learned the meaning of pain. I had always been so nice, a real gentleman, you know, even when I was little. I trusted in everything. God, I was the most gullible kid ever. It wasn’t even fucking funny. You could convince me of anything. I didn’t ever think I could be used, didn’t think that in anyway anyone would lie to me about anything. I was so naive. But happy, so happy. I look at old pictures and see I’m always smiling even when I didn’t know the camera was there. I was a real softie to, romantic and sweet. That kids gone now, okay? Fucking went flying out the door, tail between his legs. There's not a soft bit of me left, and no matter fucking what, you will not catch me like that ever again. I will not be fooled. That’s all I’ve got to say, so go fuck off.

"you get the same dark feeling and the same sad faces"

parents:

Giovani Kendrick Marino – 48, works at a car store
Stephanie Morgan Marino – 46, ‘house wife’

significant other(s):

Haven Rose Smith – 18

detailed history:

It was a rather ordinary day, August 11 1990. Nothing was to be remembered of that day. For everyone but the small Marino family. This was the day there one and only child was to be born. This was a remarkable day in their eyes. Or should have been. They were amazed yes, but not as much as every other parent that had gone through Tulsa’s small hospital that day. Zac was born late at night, and the staff was tired, so no one noticed the Marino‘s lack of enthusiasm for their son. Soon after he was born, Zac was taken back to his home, a small little bungalow that was falling apart at the seams, just like the family that lived inside it. Gio and Stephanie had never really planned on being parents. They were even unsure why they were married. The story behind them was simple. In high school, they fell in love, like so many others of their generations. They did what everyone else was doing, but both were not very smart. They forgot a very vital step. Protection. And thus, there was a pregnancy scare. They got married immediately, because in these times, and in this small town, it was still seen as wrong to have sex before marriage. But, six months into he pregnancy, Stephanie miscarried. The baby was gone. And so was the love. But, the small town did not find valid reason for divorce, and Gio and Stephanie were plain old lazy, so they they stayed together. It was a miracle they even had another child. No one expected it. But here they were, years later, both as lazy and grubby as ever, wasting their life away, with a new son.

Zac’s father hardly ever noticed his son. He meant well, he was just a little, well, a lot stupid. He worked at the local car garage, the only job a guy like him could get. He had worked there when he was young, and had dreams of going somewhere big. Years later though, he still worked there, in the same position. He was the one they all talked about. The high school drop out that would go nowhere. His mother was about the same. She never really had plans though. She finished high school, and then just dropped onto the couch and never seemed to get up. She was a chain smoker and wore to much make up. Anyone who saw her or knew her would never picture her with a son. So they were less then adequate to have a child. But the world works in strange ways, giving children to those who do not seem to want them while holding them away from those who want them. Zac was not neglected, not enough to be noticed by the law anyway. He was taken care of, just not always by his parents. they would often hire a babysitter, ship him off to family members, most of whom were also bums in the town. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, they say. It was a chaotic life for little Zac, but he didn’t turn out bad. He got to school everyday, and learned to support himself.

As a child, Zac was very different then he is now. But reasons for that come later. As a child, he trusted everything and everyone. He would talk openly to strangers. Of course it was always the senseless jabbering of a child that no one paid attention to, but he was still open. He was always happy and bouncy, not a care in the world. He could believe in the impossible, as many other children his age. This would carry on though. He never thought that he would gain harm from anyone, despite the circumstances he lived in. And not like he lived in a bad place, his parent never harmed him, they just, weren’t always there. Zac learned his values and morals mostly from himself, and the actual responsible grown ups he placed himself around. The town did not like the family, well the elders anyway. They called them a disgrace, said they were not out to better the town. No one hated little Zac though. He was too innocent, too sweet to get mad at. And he wasn’t to blame for him parents. Better yet, he did not to seem effected by his parent’s way of living. He was hard driven in school, didn’t give up easily and coped with the constant change in his life. His early years were good, he grew up a happy child.

There is always the outside picture, the front every person puts up, the lies people tell to sugar coat things. Zac seemed like a happy child. He seemed perfectly fine. But really, he was rotting on the inside. He wanted a normal life like everyone else. He wanted to be like everyone else. He wanted this chaos to stop. He just wanted a normal mom, a normal dad and a place to live that wasn’t infected by bugs and mould. He wanted to come home to a nice suburban home with a loving mtoher to give him a kiss on the forehead and a fatehr to teach him everything about being a mad. It burned Zac in a way that would not be healed. Fourteen years of this life past. A world of chaos with no rest, no sanctuary. It was all for a loss, it had no point. Zac was ready to give up hope. His spirit had been bent and frayed, picked at like a tough knot. He didn’t know how he could take it anymore. Salvation came then. In the form of a beautiful angle dropped to earth. The angel came in the form of a girl. Her name was Haven. She came in the fall of 2004, dropping into the small high school unannounced and unexpected. new comers in the town were rare. Haven and her family were scrutinized closely. The town soon gave up on the family as soon as they were declared normal and had no good gossip, but Haven was still watched closely in the school. Every student wanted to see where she would go, how she acted, who she would try to befriend, which clique would gain her acquaintance. But Haven never seemed to settle. Unlike everyone else, she slitted from group to group. Even her attire changed daily. One day she came dressed as a prep, the next a gangster. She never stayed the same. And what more, Haven always appeared full of confidence. She appeared not to be doing this out of insecurity, not out of desperation to fit in. She seemed to be doing this because she wanted to try on new skins, and because she was just that diverse. This wasn’t a cry for attention, this was just Haven. Zac was shocked by her stark confidence. Some people seemed to think she was a fake. A lot of Zac‘s friends thought this, that this was just an act. But he didn’t Haven was all real in his mind. Though she befriended almost every person in the school who genuinely liked her – because people either genuinely liked her or hated her, there was no in between, or faking – she never once approached Zac or his group of friend. In a school the size of his, it was hard to not pass by someone several times a day. One would have to go out of their way to not pass by someone. It was strange, though Zac had done nothing, he hardly saw Haven. He would see her sometimes, passing by in the halls, always with a different group of friends, spot her from afar, flitting from group to group. There were other times he would see her to, at the en of the hallway. Her baby blue eyes would meet his, and she would suddenly turn, sometimes almost too late to get into another hall, almost running from site. Haven confused him. She didn’t seem the type to hate without reason, but here she was avoiding him.

It took an entire semester to pass for Zac to work up the courage to talk to her. They were in the same class in the new semester. It was pretty hard to avoid someone in that situation, unless you skipped every class or dropped off. Truthfully, the moment Haven walked in, Zac was thinking she would just switch classes. But she walked right past him, leaving a trail of scent like that of a fresh spring day and sat as far away from him as possible. actually made sure, she sat in the desk that was as far away from his from any angle. It was so painfully obvious it hurt a little. One month into the semester, the teacher rearranged the class, and Haven magically got placed beside Zac. It was like some god up there actually cared enough to make this happen. She never talked to him though, not once. She would seat herself as far away as possible, her whole body tilted away as if in repulsion. It, again, made no sense. It took another month, close to when the seating would change, for Zac to talk to her. She arrived to class one day a little late, looking harried. As the teacher started with notes, Zac finally blurted out five words. ‘Why do you hate me?’ he asked her, his voice small. Zac was not used to being hated, he was unsure of how Haven would act. She turned toward him with the strangest expression on her face. It was something like happiness and anger and a little thought thrown in. She quickly said that she didn’t hate him, she never hated him. This sparked confusion, and led to a long long conversation, over hushed conversation in the classroom, scribbled notes and shouted words through the halls. Though they were interrupted constantly, they never stopped talking, never for the length of their time together. Every time Haven and Zac met, they would not greet, just pick up where they left off, and if they forgot, just start somewhere new,. This beginning led to the discovery of the fact that Haven admired Zac. She didn’t say at first that she had liked him, a lot, this came later, but Zac had an inkling. She had been afraid though, he seemed so perfect from afar, and she thought she would not be able to impress this one person when she had charmed more then half the school and the teachers. She, to, had thought Zac had hated her, because he never approached her, and so had tried to stay out of his way. It was just a circumstance of mis-read signs, misunderstanding and bad assumptions. They figured this all out and eventually came to the conclusion that they both had the same feelings for each other, each opening their hearts slowly, displaying their feelings for the others with hesitations. Through time, Haven and Zac started dating, happy as anybody could be.

Zac had never been with anyone before. He was young, he was inexperienced. Haven was just a year older then him, but she was so much more experienced. It didn’t matter though, not to Zac. He let himself fall quickly, unafraid of the consequences. All it took was a loving hand and an open heart and he was off his feet, head over heels in love. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t know any better. He felt no need to be cautious, no reason to hesitate. This was it for him. He had found the One with no broken hearts, no ugly messes. Haven was his and he was Havens. It was perfect. Zac never expected anything bad. Months past and he was in perfect bliss. Months past of their continuous conversations, of dates and late nights, of laughs and times forgotten, memories only captured and photographs, snippets of conversations saved on notes and on text messages. Haven and Zac were leaving there mark on the world, but had no idea how much he would come to regret everything.

It was the fall of 2005. Haven and Zac were approaching a year, getting so close to what seemed impossible. Zac had their anniversary all planned out. He was leaving for a wedding a few days before, and coming back the day of, he had made sure of that. The wedding didn’t last the whole trip though, and after some serious grovelling, Zac got to head home on an earlier flight. He was to get in around 11 the night before the date of Haven and his one year anniversary, and arrive at her house just around midnight. He was going to surprise her. He took a taxi all the way to her house, his parent still at the wedding. He walked right into the door, carrying bouquet of roses. He went for her room, his eyes shining, his heart thumping. Zac couldn’t wait to see Haven’s face. He walked straight up to her room, being as quiet as he could. He threw open the door, not bothering to knock. What Zac saw would be burned into his head for the rest of his life. Haven was lying on her bed, as expected. But some guy was in the process of undressing her, their lips attached in a fiery embrace. Zac stood there, stalk still, his heart feeling like it stopped beating. the sound of the door crashing against a table pulled the two apart. Haven looked over to see Zac standing there, and she frowned. The boy on top of her looked furious. He got off Haven, storming towards Zac, demanding to know who he was. When Zac didn’t answer, the guy turned toward Haven to explain. She had already dressed and combed her hair into place. Haven proceeded to explain that she did not know Zac ‘s name, but knew his face.. She said he was this obsessed stalker that was convinced that they were meant to be together. She said Zac had said he had a shire of her, a voodoo doll, and had been told by some God of Pies that they were meant to be. She’d gotten a restraining order when he had gotten a little to creepy and climbed up her laundry chute to see her, but he never listened. Haven was hanging of the boys arm while Zac still looked flabbergasted. The boy asked her if she wanted him to take care of the ‘fucking pervert’, but she declined. Haven stepped toward and whispered to him ‘sorry, can’t let my boyfriend figure out. You were good, to bad we didn’t get farther,” those were the last words Haven ever spoke to Zac before pushing him out the door and returning to her boyfriend. Zac left, his body numb. He dropped the flowers on the way down the stairs. He walked the entire way home, even though it was raining like there was no tomorrow. When he collapsed in bed, all feeling came back at once. His entire chest felt like it was literally being wrenched in two, very very slowly. There was an ache all through his joints and bones.

These events broke Zac. Tore him in two. Snapped what was left of who he was, who he could have been. What he believed, his morals and values had all been torn down, pushed out of the way. Zac hardly recovered from this blow. Personality is moulded like clay, usually over the younger years. There is a general shape provided by genetics, but environment has a role as well. changes to personality usually stop after a person has reached the teen years. It takes a large blow to even dent a personality. It takes an even larger blow to change the personality completely, to force a persons thinking around to something different. this takes time, but not in this case. All Zac could feel after the incident was pain. He would see Haven in the halls, in class, all over, and each time it was like a shot through the heart. his spirit was dead. He was nothing more then a limp ragdoll, left behind on the street by some thoughtless child, thrown away for a better model. Haven had been cheating on her boyfriend, with Zac. All he had been to her was someone that would provide a good fuck. He felt so dirty, so used and broken. He had loved her. How could anyone treat a person like that? It went against everything Zac believed in. He thought she loved him. How could she be so two faced? Zac tried to tell others what happened, but by now, not one person would hear a bad word about Haven. They all loved her totally and completely, fallen under her spell. So in the end, he was twisted to be the bad guy. Soon, everyone, even his best friend that had known him long enough to know he never would lie about this, hated him to the very core. Even teachers. He was mad fun of constantly, bullied, victimized. Teachers graded him harshly, called on him and forced him to stand in front of the class when they knew he did not have the answer. In a small town, word travels fast. People in the town of Tulsa loved Haven and her family. They had never been fond of the family, but now they had cause to hate the son as well. No one, not a single person was ever kind to Zac again. And so, as time passed, Zac gradually became hardened to it all. He grew tired to just taking it, tired of being a lifeless doll. Haven had taken from him what could not be replaced, his trust in others and his hope. He learned to never trust anyone, to never hope for anything, and least of all to open up to any single person. Zac changed then. He drove away from people, ignoring them so much, they started to ignore him as well.

Zac bought his first motorcycle nearly the second he turned 16. It was sitting on the side of the rode, a wrecked old falling apart thing, barely working, with a motor that sounded like a semi truck. It was cheap though, and Zac ‘s father knew everything about anything on two or four wheels. They worked on it together, a strange father son thing for them, but his father barely talked anything but the motorcycle. Though the thing was cheap, the amount of parts needed for it proved to make it expensive. every time thought they were good, his father would find another problem and tell him they needed another part. It was a good thing Zac had a job working with the one person in town that could stand him, or he would have not been able to afford it. After almost a year working on the thing, it was finally ready. Then Zac had to learn to ride it. The first time, he nearly flipped himself over, doing something weird that made the front tire go right up in the air. Though it scared him so much he didn’t go near the bike for a week, the feeling of all that power under his feet was not one he could shake. He couldn’t stay away. Everyday he would ride it, learning quickly, taking roads away from the town that hated him, planning his way out of here. His father didn’t talk to Zac much after the bike was done, but he took it upon himself to learn more about cars. He managed to get a job at the local car shop after he fixed a ladies car on the side of the rode and she insisted to the shop they had to hire him the next time they checked her oil and commented on the excellent condition of her engine. The guys there didn’t really hate him, they weren’t so small town minded as the rest. There were a few, but learned to avoid them. From this, he learned everything he could about cars. He was still the same, he never let the others feel like they were ever friends, this was a constant reminder, and most likely a thorn in their sides. He didn’t get buddy buddy with them, they were just co workers, all the time. Zac wasn’t about to fall for anything ever again. Soon, he gained enough money for a newer, faster bike. He never went for cars, he liked feeling the air push against his jacket, bending into the machine, turning with it. It was like he was part of the bike when he rid it. He’d driven a car once, but that was just too….bad. It felt wrong. He would always stick with motorcycles. Zac was able to disappear for hours on end to just ride his motorcycle on the roads around town. He never got lost, he always knew exactly where he was.

These long trips eventually led to the discovery of something strange. Zac was farther then he has ever been from town, heading down one long road, a highway that seemed deserted. Then, in the distance, he spotted another car. There was not a town for miles either way, and he hadn’t seen a car in nearly half an hour. The car wasn’t moving though. He slowed down, and when he could see he thing properly, he saw that it was stopped on the side of the road with a person sitting by the front wheel. When he got closer, he saw it was a women with her head in her hands, She looked up then, hearing him. She leapt to her feet and promptly started waving like crazy. When Zac ‘s bike reached her, he stopped. He wasn’t so cruel to leave her stranded here, alone on the side of the road. The woman started talking a mile a minute. She explained how her car had just died on her, with no warning, full gas and everything. Her cell phone had died, and of course, no car had come by, not once. She was stranded. She started to go on about how she knew he could probably not help, but maybe he could go get some who could. He stopped her there and explained he worked at a car shop and could take a look. While she was thanking him a million times he went to check under the hood. For a long time, Zac could not find the problem. The car looked perfectly fine. He had to check everything before he found the problem. This was bad. He needed special tools to fix it. He knew how, he just didn’t have a thing that could help. He turned to tell the lady that he couldn’t do anything. She looked so happy though, and he didn’t want to ruin that. There was nothing he could do though, though he hoped and hoped and hoped. Then, all of a sudden, as he opened his mouth, the car roared to life, making Zac jump back about a foot. The lady startled to, then suddenly screeched and attacked in a hug. She thanked him again, saying she had to pay him, but he refused and finally rode away. He rode a long while after, confused what had happened. First, it was impossible that the car started, because of what was wrong with it, that just didn’t go away. Second, cars just didn’t randomly start on there own,. There was a very specific chain of events that had to start with the key turning, or hot wiring. It made no sense. He got back after a few hours and went to the shop. He’d started to think that maybe he had done something just by willing it. was not the religious type, but this was just the only way to explain it.

It took several more months, but Zac finally believed that he was special, that he had fixed the car with mere willpower. He only fully believed after he saw it happen with his own eyes. His new bike had been acting up, and he found the problem. It was rather simple, a common problem with new bikes, and he could fix it with just a few tools, But instead, he knelt down by the bike, placing his hands on it, his eyes focused on the parts. He imagined himself fixing it, and watched as the parts started to do what he wanted them to. Then, the bike just fixed itself, everything moving just the way it would were he doing it himself. As a last test, he imagined what would happen if he were to turn the bike on, an under his hands, the bike roared to life. This was the day Zac found he could control vehicles. In the beginning, it was only things like repairing them and starting them, but he would soon find he could steer his bike while riding, and then, one day, he would learn that he could control vehicles he was not even in contact with, as long as he knew how they worked. This drove Zac to learn everything he could about cars.

This…specialty of Zac ‘s turned out to be extremely handy. Anytime a hard problem surfaced during a day of work, Zac would have it fixed before anyone else. This lead to him excelling in his career. He was promoted often, gaining more and more money. School wasn’t that bad, he was still ignoring everyone, and no on e bothered him anymore. They all just didn’t care anymore. Seeing Haven no longer hurt, and this bugged her, though never knew. She meant to break his heart, that was her specialty. She liked to see people in pain, from her manipulation. v Zac was happy, and this made Haven very very made. he was doing well in life. She couldn’t make up a rumour about him, people would see through that, think she was trying to hard to put a bad look on Zac again. So, she would try another approach. She started following him around. Haven was really good, she’d even doing it before they met as well, without him or anyone else even realizing. It was months before Haven ran into anything interesting. She was watching him work on his bike one day, it had been having some problems again, and this model was really bad for that. She watched as Zac looked it over all angles, watching from a tree outside, binoculars to her eyes. He them stepped away from the bike, and closed his eyes. Haven was confused, wasn’t he trying to fix it. She watched him, but then heard a clunk and looked at the bike. It was impossible!! But…she was seeing it. The parts of the bike were moving, without him touching them. She quickly got out her camera, and zoomed it. She shot Zac ‘s face, then the bike, catching everything. Then, the bike roared to life, rumbling happily. finally opened his eyes and smiled. He grabbed his jacket and helmet before speeding off. Haven smirked. She had him now. She had won.

When Zac returned from a short bike ride to make sure his bike was fine, he found a package on his bed. In it were a letter and a tape. The letter was written out ransom style, letters cut out from the newspaper. It said hat “They” knew that Zac was a freak, and had proof. It said they would reveal his secret unless he met them in the felids by the school at exactly midnight the next night. He watched the tape to find film of him fixing his bike. He was so screwed. There was nothing he could do, he would be ruined if this got out. So, the next night, he went. H waited around the fields, and at exactly midnight, a figure appeared through the darkness, covered by a large hoodie. When the figure reached him, it removed the hood. Zac was shocked to see Haven, a smile on her face. She greeted him, but he just glared, his defences risen. She pulled a tape out of her pocket. Then she started talking. She told him that he could not be happy, that he broke her heart, that he did not deserve to be happy. There was nothing he could do. She would show this tape to the world the next day. There was already a copy on the way to the local news station, and a bunch of other larger news stations around the country. shouted at her to explain, but then his words were lost in the midst of a car engine. Zac looked to see a large SUVs pulling up. Men in suites immediately jumped out. Before Zac could do a thing, they grabbed him and Haven. He was taken to the vehicles while Haven was held there. A person, a lady in a suit, stepped out of the car and headed toward her, pulling gloves of her hands. Zac didn’t see what happened to Haven before he was shoved in the SUVs and they were speeding away. He demanded to know what was going on, and to his surprise he was told. Everything. And so, this is all how Zac ended up at Lunar Academy.

other:
This is his motorcycle