COLE, zak dante

[Zak Dante Cole]

I go by (Ninja), and my time zone is (somewhere common). I found this site by (hoping on one leg and reciting the Gettysburg Address). You can contact me (personal message).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Zak “Fuzzball” Cole.

AGE:

Twenty-two.

GENDER:

Male all the way.

SEXUALITY:

Straight.

SPECIES:

Were-Meerkat. Yes, he is aware he’s screwed for life.

NATIONALITY:

Polski, Russian, Deutsch-American.

OCCUPATION:

Professional Snowboarder & Bodyguard.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

One thing that makes Zak stand out from most guys is his eyes. His left eye is a light brown much different from his right which is a light blue. One doesn’t have to squint their eyes to see the different color eyes that he has. Zak is much like any other guy in accordance to height. He stands at around six foot. Sometimes he’s a few inches taller, sometimes shorter; he will admit that his body is weird. Brown mocha hair resides on his head and it’s kept at a very short length. Nothing like a buzz-cut, but just short enough so that, to him, it isn’t annoying as sin. Zak’s skin tone is of a normal hue color, though slightly golden due to the sun and tanning that he used to do. The man isn’t too big nor too small, but under his clothing muscles reside. Broad shoulders, a six pack, and defined muscles await any man or woman for that matter, that tick him off. A fight to defend himself; his well-being or his honor, he’s come well prepared. If you look closely, you can see some scars across his body. Not a lot but just some scattered around.

CELEB CLAIM:

Adam Senn.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Most of his life he was called by his last name – which was also how he Army and other military corps announced one; by their last name. Zak responds to both his first name and last name. His middle-name that people who know him have given him, annoys him greatly. Anything to do with rodents, he usually gets a pouty face. Offended? Quite so. Zak, despite what happened to him, is quite the out-spoken man. He can be labeled as a jerk or an arsehole, but that doesn’t bother him. Zak’s a little tense and such from being a young killer, but he tries his best to leave it in the past and continue onto the future. He isn’t all a jerk though. Zak can be a sweetheart, but that would require him to be in a good mood and the situation needing it.

Censoring is something Zak will never do. He’s a blunt individual and says what needs to be said – despite it being mean or not. Why censor? There’s no point for him. He’s the kind of man to be that mama-bear figure to those in his inner-circle or cannot defend themselves. Personally, Zak is a wild child with common sense. He won’t disrespect authority to go to jail, but he will act when none is around. He can be an instigator and though he does start things, he likes to believe: I didn’t start it, I finished it. being hard-headed is both a positive and negative thing. It makes him more goal-orientated but difficult for him to accept something different than from what he believes. Once he sets his mind on something there’s almost no way to get him out of it. He is a loud mouth, but knows his limits. All in all, he is a little wild and rude but once one gets past that, they would see someone better.

LIKES:

Luke-warm weather, short people, winning fights and arguments, American-made stuff – for it’s just better, women that wear ‘the pants’ – he likes a challenge, having his alone time, having free-time to do whatever he wishes, eating, exercising and staying in shape, showing off, being in America.

DISLIKES:

Authority, cats and dogs (if untamed and unfriendly to rodents), foreign cars, Africa, his birthday, the full-moon or anywhere close to it, getting lost, taller people, women that take the ‘princess – pamper and spoil me’ role, running out of toilet paper and food, missing his shows, paying bills and taxes, having to deal with a guy that thinks he’s all ‘muncho man’.

SECRETS:

He tries his best to keep the whole Africa-senario to himself. Sometimes it slips out as if to make a point, but he really hates going into detail or mentioning it. After all, what kind of child that was forced to kill talk about it? He kind of has a crush on his step-sister… Heh. Also, his were-Meerkat-ness is a big secret. He hates it.

FEARS:

Somehow having to go to Africa, being eaten when he’s in a Meerkat state, losing (fights, friends, excreta).

DREAMS:

That Africa somehow blows up into oblivion, to be popular and famous, to have a hot wife that fits everything he’s looking for (he can be picky), to somehow lose his were-Meerkat-ness.

STRENGTHS:

Strength itself – Zak doesn’t have muscles for nothing and doesn’t flaunt them for nothing. Stamina and agility; he can go on something for long periods of time without being tired – same with him dodging anything; Zak is a quick little man. His mouth; it can either get him what he wants or get him into trouble. Determination, stubbornness, persistence, and goal-orientated; he will never give up and always try for his goal.

WEAKNESSES:

Mean; Zak tends to get the last word and speak his mind with his rude and blunt comments, and thus that makes people judge him and gets his friends to a lower number. The full-moon or anywhere close – due to his were-Meerkat side, he has to change with the full-moon, but due to his small size, sometimes he changes for a few days instead of just the full-moon; so anything that’s almost full is a risk for him. Partying; what can he say, Zak loves to have fun in any sort of way. Family is a big weakness for him in any given situation. Food – like any other guy; the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

MY past isn’t… Anything cool. I’m quite sensitive about it and it isn’t a funny matter at all… But you need to know, don’t you? So I’ll tell you my tale…

I was born in the month February 29th, 1988. Yes, a leap year. Lucky me… Sarcasm noted. Anyways… I was told I was a noisy little thing. Red in the face, hands flailing constantly, and my mouth forever crying. I was annoying to say the least, but my mother loved me dearly. She was a sweet thing, my mother. She had the deepest blue eyes, much like my own, and her smile just seemed to quiet me down. I knew my mother even in the womb, and I just loved her. And my father also, despite him being a little hard on me. It’s a guy thing… To be hard on their only son or any boy born into the family. I learned quickly as a toddler. Learning wrong from right, hot and cold, when to shut up when I was being spoken to. All that junk. I was a smart little devil. It was until I got into school that I kind of changed. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was still smart and stuff, but that ‘good boy’ side of me was kind of… Depleting. I don’t know why, maybe it was because I was surrounded by thirty other children and thought of that as a challenge for attention? Whatever it was… I was kind of the loner.

It wasn’t until around fourth grade I was pulled out of school and started to be home-schooled. I did the same grade wise, but I seemed more relaxed and less stressed. Maybe it was the overwhelming feeling of having to compete? Well, whatever it was, in a few months of being on a ‘team sport’ that feeling seemed to vanish. It wasn’t long after that when all hell broke loose. A lot of the time my father was absent from the household. He was a doctor but part-time or something… I don’t know. But he always went to Africa for about a month or two at a time every year. Sometimes a bit more. This time, however, he decided to take his wife and I along for the ride to help out people over there as well as for me to learn more. it was a wonderful experience, though I won’t lie; going on that plane and arriving at what I thought was a deserted wasteland was a bit scary but I overcame that feeling. I made a friend with a little kid about my age named Samson. His skin was darker than mine and it was so weird to me at first. After a week, we were inseparable friends. As my father helped out in a building treating Samson’s people, I was outside playing and learning more about this place called Africa. At first it was amazing to me… Until that one day.

One night we were sleeping in the same room on the floor with other African Americans. Or well, I was. I wanted to sleep with Samson. My parents were in a much nicer house. But anyways, this was the second time I was sleeping with everyone and sadly, it was the last. In the middle of the night when the starts even failed to light the sky above the shroud of ebon, they attacked. The rebels across the river. There were a lot of them but they left this section alone, until now. In the middle of the night they destroyed a lot of cars, a lot of tents… They killed a lot of people… But just the adults. I was about eight or so at the time, maybe nine, I don’t fully recall… But they took me. They took a lot of us! They slaughtered Samson’s father and this nurse that helped father with some medical stuff… They were just killing the adults. The man on horseback grabbed my wrist, and yanked me up on the horse with him. Samson… I don’t know. The last thing I saw was fire in the distance and more men on horseback…

I… Really hate talking about this but… The next day was the worst. I have scars from that day. Us children… I don’t know why, I didn’t understand the man and his translator didn’t do an all too well job, but I was given a gun, an AK-47 to be exact, and was told to shoot this one man that captured. All of us had a “turn” as they said. Us children… Were basically in this army. We were sent off to kill other “tribes” and “rebel groups” that opposed ours. This was where I got… I guess when I got more mean, so to speak. Where my personality hardened into more of a jerk-form. It was either be cold or be dead. I have no idea what happened to my parents, but this new life was the only one I had.

Life was… Very rough then. I was stuck in this society of children killers for years. It was shocking I didn’t die in less than a year…. I was scared inside, so scared. I got cut, whipped, and stoned (not actually stoning, but just had stones thrown at me) a lot… I was somewhat malnourished, but I survived for years until they came… When I was around twelve or thirteen… They were part of some rescue group or something and they managed to steal some of us children away. They saved us… The few that they could. I won’t lie… I am very grateful that I was one of those children that they managed to save. After a month or so I was brought back to America. I still remembered my name and everything and I told these people everything I knew and what had happened. I had my old identity back but… No one would take me in. My grandparents were too old and my uncle’s, well, they couldn’t support another mouth in the house. So like a lot of other children I was put up in a foster home.

These people were nice. Mary-Jane and Ozzy Sniper. They were cool people. They had a child of their own, a son named Christopher, but I was the new edition into the family. Chris and I went to the same school for a little bit until he was accepted to a University some states away and moved off, leaving me alone with the “parental units” for the time being. I stayed for about a year there until I got transferred or well fostered to another family; this one much suited to my liking: The Payne’s.

They had a son some years older and a daughter my age. And boy was she beautiful. I won’t lie, I got attached to her quickly. Guess you can say I had a crush on her. In high school, first year, I immediately grew attached to the sporting field. I was partaking in more gym activities as well as literature and government classes than anything else. Though my favorite was gym. It wasn’t until Junior year that I made a record in the school. I was a part of the Track team (or cross country, whatever you wish to call it) and part of the Boxing team… And it was in the Track team I set a new record. I did that run in a second and about four milliseconds quicker than the original. And boy, did that make me proud. It was good to be in shape.

In high school, my academics were good. Some classes like math I didn’t do so well, but the ones I favored and took pride in I excelled. Like with most of my class, I graduated and got my diploma. Without hesitation however, I immediately went to a community college for two years before transferring to a university that worked with the college and had this 2-for-1 program installed. I stayed with my foster parents during college. And during college, my need for adrenaline rushes still was in my blood. Nearing the end of my 4-years of schooling, I have been snowboarding in North Dakota as well as in some parts in Maine, Michigan, and Canada for competitions. Hey, cold weather is awesome and I have an awesome time. Though I wish I could do more, I didn’t stress myself out. Graduating school, I was soon taken aside and filled a contract with an agency. They saw I was in shape, I had potential, and I knew what I was doing. So after I got 2 jobs with them as a bodyguard I finally moved out and got my own apartment, though close by to my foster parents and Ambrosia. Every now and then I go in competitions for snowboarding (since I’ve been labeled a professional thus far), but most of my time resides in New Jersey, mainly Essex where I live; being a personal bodyguard to those that are in need of one.

FAMILY LIFE:

Mother; Debra Cole; were-rat; assumed dead.
Father; Clark Cole; were-jaguar; assumed dead.
Step-mother; Santana Payne; gifted; alive.
Step-father; Richmond Payne; gifted; alive.
Step-sister; Ambrosia Payne; gifted; alive.
Step-brother; Kanji Payne; gifted; alive.

OTHER:

Though he is a were-Meerkat, due to his small form, sometimes, just sometimes, he turns off-full moon. Sometimes he turns a few days before or up to the full-moon. Call it his genetics whacked up and him being very small.

Though he lives in Essex, New Jersey, Zak is a traveler at heart and often leaves his home in New Jersey to pursue adrenaline rushes around America and sometime around the globe. What can he say, he loves to have that feeling and push himself to the limit and point of break.

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