Hercules "Herc" Maestro District 9

Our character here has long, straight hair that reaches his shoulders. Their color is very dark brown, making him look dark and dangerous. Almost saying "don't fuck with me!". His face is very pale and pretty lean. His cheekbones are high and think. His lips are thin and don't have too much color to them. His eyes are deep brown with slightly enlarged pupils that make you feel he may be watching your soul through those eyes. He wears rectangular shaped glasses since he's far sighted.

Hercules wears whatever rags he can possibly find. He usually wears a tan, dirty shirt that covers his torso and the long sleeves keep his thin arms warm in those cold days. He wears worn out black cargo pants that he found in the trash. They are too big for him due to the lack of food. He puts his pants inside his black boots that he looted from a house that he just decided to raid. He has a long string to hold up the huge pants on him.

If you were to look at him, you'd see that his entire body is very skinny. He looks like he rarely eats at all and when he does it isn't enough. His strength dwindles and it shows. His hair looks grimy and his skin looks very dirty. He has many scars and fresh cuts from fighting for food or defending from some random muggers who can overpower him.

Despite all the unfortunate events in his life (get it? You don't? Watch the damn movie!), our intrepid hero still manages to look at life with a positive outlook. He believes that his state could really be worse that it already is. Hell, his reasoning is that he could be dead rather than this. He finds himself lucky with every breath that he takes. He takes every little thing as a blessing and doesn't overlook any kindness that somebody may do for him.

The reason Hercules has very little food is because he gives all he can to even the less fortunate. Or feeds the rat that keeps coming to him to see if he has food. He thinks of it as a good pet. It hasn't given him any disease, so he likes it. He has a generous and kind nature to many people and hopes that perhaps one of them will save him from his unfortunate state.

Keeping in mind his good nature, our hero also resolves conflicts with his words, not his fists. Rarely will he use violence to stop something/resolve it. But when he does, the guy at the end of the punch may wish to buy a ticket to hell (we know that's where they be going!).

Alright, alright, I know you want to know "HOW THE HELL DID HE GET HERE!" I will tell you, but first I have to tell you why he's like this. Hercules was named after the Greek hero himself. His parents hoped that he would inherit Hercules's strength and virtue. They had taught him to stand up for the weak and always stand by your friends and never fight unless necessary. They worried for his safety, so they kept him at home unless he had school. He himself was an advanced reader so he was reading advanced books at a young age. He was considered a genius. But all of that infrastructure, all of that awesomeness came crashing down when he came from school on that fateful day.

November thirtieth, a seven year old Hercules came home from a nice day at school. He came rushing through the door to tell his parents all about his day, all the great things that happened. He had his first crush and got to know her. A little one, a very young crush that could have grown through the years like you hear in the books. But what he walks into is two corpses hacked and slashed. Blood all over the couch and the rest of the room. A hatchet laying not too far from the two bodies laying on top of each other. The knife right next to it.

A scream came out of the young man's lungs. His voice screeched so loudly it broke the glass cup laying on the rug. He ran to his parents, the ones who were killed. He tried to piece them back together, telling himself that it would all be alright, that he could put them together and they would come back to life. For an hour he tried to find everything, but the killer may have laughed at every attempt if he was there. The body parts were everywhere. He was covered in blood. He cried and cried for hours. He was hysterical with overwhelming sadness. Everywhere he went, there was the "ha ha ha ha" written in blood. He constantly told himself that it was a dream, a fruitless attempt. Eventually, Hercules left his home, covered in blood.

For the rest of his days, he was stuck on the streets. The house cleaned out and a new family probably moved in by the time he reached ten. For the rest of years he hid in the streets, under the garbage, and squandered for food. He never let go of the thought that it will get better and it could be worse. He knew if he gave up that one hope, he may as well be dead on the inside. At fifteen, he still isn't done with this horrible time. He hopes that he can still pull himself together. He is now seventeen and whatever comes, he knows he will overpower it.

This character is really unusual from what I read. Heartless soul after heartless soul. I wanted to change it up.