Jacob Darkholme.

Definitely not a fighter... When there's a choice. || Social Anxiety sucks. [ #King ]

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--His wait was almost over. @TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--but every day he could remember, he had prayed for it. Until @TheAzureMutant came for him, the streets of New York City were his home.--

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--keep himself warm.
Today, he was a mere week away from his eighteenth birthday. He had no idea @TheAzureMutant was being released,--

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--and an autograph. That's how he made his living... And it provided him enough to eat well, and buy a sleeping bag to-- @TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--years of his life living on the street, walking about guised as celebrities, charging twenty dollars for a picture--@TheAzureMutant

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--hospital and received the care he needed, and snuck out when the doctors weren't looking.
Jacob spent the next six-- @TheAzureMutant

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--an old man he saw on the street... That man was nearly two and a half feet taller than him. He stumbled into the nearest--@TheAzureMutant

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--and his assailant's throat speared. Jacob discovered the fullest extent of his abilities that day. He morphed into -- @TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--pulled a knife on him. The exchange wasn't long... But it did end with multiple stab wounds to his abdomen and shoulder,--@TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--at night. He couldn't. He didn't know what could happen to him, if he did.
At the age of eleven, his foster brother-- @TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--the house-- the bastard's son always followed-- and the woman abused him mentally and sexually. He didn't sleep-- @TheAzureMutant

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--How those people had ever been given permission to care for children, he didn't know. He was beaten daily by the man of-- @TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--different. Blue skin, yellow eyes... He was a freak.
When he was ten, he got placed in an extraordinarily abusive home.--@TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--long he had been alone...
Sure. There had been Foster Homes, with plenty of other kids... But he had always been-- @TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

Fifteen years, seven months, and twenty two days.
That's how long Jacob Darkholme had been without his mother. That's how--@TheAzureMutant

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--edge. @TenderIdealist

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--{ωну αяє уσυ ιи му нєα∂? ωнαт ∂σ уσυ ωαит fяσм мє?} These questions seemed reasonable enough... @TenderIdealist had him very, very on--

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

--violated like that in quite some time. He watched @TenderIdealist warily, fingers curled against the table as he mentally responded.--

[Jacob Darkholme. @BrokenChangling]

The sound of @TenderIdealist's voice inside his head was enough to make Jacob nearly fall out of his chair. His mind hadn't been--

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--his focus slipped. @TenderIdealist