The Hound
Disciple

About The Hound

Biography:

I sort of guess this had to happen someday, seeing as most people never get a glimpse behind the mask unless they know me well. I’m Francesco, or Frank, and this is sort of my autobiography to date. I am not writing this because I care if you read it or not. . . I just have a friend, someone who doesn’t know it but really inspired me, someone I regarded as both mentor and family, and whose words touched me in a way. I am eighteen years old, and most definitely not an American citizen. I am, through a mix of blood, Brazilian, Italian, and Spanish, and the English language was something I learned about seven years ago when I moved to the United States.

I was born and raised in the streets of Sao Paulo, in Brazil, by a family that thoroughly loved me and taught me the meaning of understanding another human being rather well. My father is definitely a big influence on me, as from an early age he encouraged my love for reading and learning a myriad of different subjects. I may appear vapid a great majority of the time, but trust me, it’s just better that way. It’s worth mentioning that both of my parents are psychologists, so I got to learn a lot about the human psyche from an early age. Suffice to say, when you’re raised to look at signs you start seeing things you really don’t want to about other people.

Up to the years that I moved to the United States, I went to a private Italian boarding school, and it was there that my interest in fighting was cultivated. As far as most kids of my age went, I was rather careless and I kept away from making any lasting friendships until this girl by the name of Amanda and I met. See, back in my old school grades 1-12 were all located in the same collection of buildings, and it was common sport for the older kids to come and beat up the girls in my class. Sometimes when I close my eyes I still see what they’d do. Amanda and I grew nigh on inseparable, she became the best friend I had back then, and because I always had a pretty intimidating mug people tended to stay away from her. Another reason why I had kept perfect attendance.

In fourth grade, however, I missed class for what was about to be the first time. I had gotten really sick with a bad case of strep throat, and little did I know that it would change most of my views in life. Amanda, from what I gathered, was stopped by three senior goons who pretty much beat her up because she gave them lip. This happened on a Friday, October 16th if I am not mistaken. When I came back Monday, I waited for her by the oak tree. She never came. Waited for her at lunch. She never came. By the end of the school day, one of her friends approached me and told me what happened exactly. For the first time in my life I remember feeling livid anger, and for the first time in my life, I got in a fight.

I won’t bore you with details, but that was the first time I broke bones, and most of them weren’t my own. . . I hate fighting with a passion, but those guys did not deserve mercy after what they did to her. Later on I found out she was in the emergency room, and her parents had decided it was best for her to not return to our school, a decision I wholeheartedly supported. I never saw or heard from her again, but from that day on I became extremely protective of women everywhere. I still am, really, and I /hate/ to see a woman getting hurt because no matter what your dipshit excuse is, it doesn’t excuse the use of force.

One year later, my mother’s job gave her word that we were to move to the United States, and I looked at it with both dread and excitement. It sure as hell was a change in environment, and it was a humbling experience, having to start from the bottom and build myself up again. For a few months I knew no one and talked to no one, and it really helped me learn more about myself, which would come in handy on the later years when showered with offers for drugs, alcohol, and sex.

In life there are very few things that I hold sacred and dear, and when people mess with them or threaten to take them away I absolutely bare my claws. First and foremost is my family. My mother, father, and younger brother are the three most important people in my life because they are part of the reason I am the little monster I turned out to be. My mother, I am glad to say, just won a 7 month long battle against breast cancer. Those last few months were especially hard on the family, but I am glad she pulled through.

There’s not much to tell about me personality wise. I roleplay a lot, and I guess it stems from being a mutable actor in real life too, due to the years of learning how to build up psychological profiles and tear them down. I generally tend to be a very chill human being, and I crack a lot of jokes. A lot. As some people would say, I kind of lay on the romantic side of things, and I like to write poetry, essays, and even your occasional love letter. Bite my ass if you don’t like it. I’m currently taken by the most amazing girl in the face of the universe. I like learning stuff, and I am pretty open minded. I tend to not judge, but when I do it’s because I’ve thought it out. I have a lot of stuff to improve on, but I like who I am. People may have a problem with it, but it doesn’t bother me.

Location:

United States

Interests:

Writing, Reading, Swordplay, Aikido, Working, Law.

Occupation:

Student