'savior'.

[Tarxan]

i: legal information.

full name:
Dakota 'Kota' Sauveur 'Savior'
prefers:
'kota'.
a.k.a.:
'savior'.
sex:
male.
age:
twenty-six.
height:
six feet, three inches.
weight:
197 lbs.
build:
an obviously well-built mesomorph.
skin color:
brown.
eye color:
brown.
hairstyle:
he really just wakes up and leaves it as it is.
abnormalities:
n/a.
d.o.b.:
august 18th, 1993.
p.o.b.:
bordeaux, france.
ethnicity:
french and caribbean.
race:
black.
sexuality:
boy and girl kisser.
religious beliefs:
a highly inactive catholic.
political beliefs:
n/a.

ii: up close and personal.

looks:
(i cba to do a description rn.)

actions:
a typically quiet male. very reserved and keeps to himself. the way he felt was often conveyed through his facial expressions and gestures, rather than anything he could say. for his face, he'd often look neutral. relaxed to a point where it seemed unnatural.. and intimidating. though the times where he expressed himself, it would mostly be positive. his smile being the most notable of his expressions, like a ray of sunshine.
voice:
in the rare times he would talk, his voice would be deep, but comforting.
(i'll finish this later r rr r r.)

what he carries:
his med-kit. - highly mandatory in case of emergency due to his place of work, the hospital.
peach treats. - enjoys the snack.. more than he probably should. and keeps more than enough on hand just to give out to other people.​

fashion:
usually dressed between the line of formal and casual. semi-formal, they call it. turtlenecks and open blazers are his go-to outfit mains.

pastimes:
meditation & mixed martial arts.

concerns:
minor social anxiety. - he has this, sure. but it's not that much of a concern due to him not choosing to talk often anyway, and he can keep his emotions under control.

boosts:
communication. - according to those that have talked to him, he's told he's very easy to talk to. though this may be true, he doesn't do well in very large groups.
taking leads. - seeing dakota do something like this was a very rare sight on the daily. he only does this for one of two reasons; one being that someone is being harmed. emotionally, mentally, or physically. the second one being simply that nobody else around him chooses to do so.

faults:
shutting down. - he has the tendency say very little words if not remaining completely silent when he's not.. "in use". it was almost like you'd think he were a mute. a.. "does not speak unless he's spoken to" kind of man.​

quirks:
stretches too much. like. obnoxiously. also hums a lot under his breath.

family:

not by blood, but very good friends with the concords. refers to them as family.
​

iii: how 'savior' came to be.

august eighteenth, 1993; 01:04.
[unable to decipher.]
a baby boy was born. the doctor that held him looked defeated.

august twenty-first, 1993; 18:43.
setting the scene. it's a cool, breezy, relaxed afternoon in bordeaux. a man differs heavily from the current layout, rather distressed looking. not in a panicked way, but in a mournful one. a bundle of blankets was held in his arms. he stands at the front desk of a dimly-lit facility, conversing to the other man in french. the assumed father sounds rather emotionally "dead" as he asked multiple questions about the facility and it's services. a few questions, a few answers, and some information entered into the receptionist's computer later, the man at the desk picks up his work phone. he'd say something short, before hanging it up. moments later, a woman seemed to be dressed as a nurse arrived at the front desk. she'd greet the receptionist, then the father. the man holding the bundle of blankets would shakily hand it over to the woman, a faint coo coming from it.
he was holding that same baby.
the woman would nod with a smile, in attempt to bring up the father's spirits. she ultimately failed, and his expression remained the same. that same.. "dead" look. the father said something brief. there'd be a silence, the only thing disrupting it was faint talking from other rooms and the occasional cellphone ringing. the father's head would fall. the woman responded quietly and sweetly, bowing her head shortly before raising it again. the man at the desk would break the silence that had started up yet again, doing a motion with his hand. the "nurse" would nod before walking off with the infant. the father would say a singular word to the man, before walking out of the facility.

august twenty-third, 1993; 02:21.
several sirens wailed in front of a hospital, panic and tension in the air. nearly every officer on sight was on alert. within the hospital, emergency response units seemed.. distraught. 3 dead. 6 injured. the body they focused on was found on the ground floor, within the lobby. he had a direct stab in the abdomen, laid in a puddle of blood.
it was the father.
according to closed circuit television playback, the father exclaimed several things as he rampaged throughout the hospital with a pocket knife. more specifically, the nursery floor. saying things pertaining to blaming the doctors that worked there. further into playback, after authorities were called, the man would dash to the general lobby. the father stared directly into a camera nearest to the front door when he halted. he'd exclaim one more statement with tears in his eyes, before ending his own life right there instead of escaping. checking the documents of the hospital, the man would have a history of suicidal tendencies and irrational mood swings. the oddest thing though, is that all of those actions became no longer present in 1986. he was never reported to the hospital since then. it baffled everyone at the scene. for that night, and weeks to come.

[backstory in progress, keep posted for more updates.]

 

[Jesso]

very cool beans!