Zidane Lupin Jeremiah Hector

Name (Surname, Forename) Hector, Zidane Lupin Jeremiah.

Gender: Male, Professor Oak.

Age: 29 years old.

Weapon: None, he is just a (ab)normal guy with a weapon that doesn't seem to have a soul.

Love Interest: None, the last love interest he had, as in girlfriend, dumped Zidane for some lantern jawed son of a millionnaire, and took half of his things, including his pet flamingo.

Appearance: Zidane is the kind of guy that when someone looks at him, thinks he is an average salaryman whom will not move anywhere in the world and stay in the totem pole all the way at the bottom. His appearance is meek, and further enhanced by his plastic sunglasses that are only there because he thought it'd make him look far more intellectual.

His face is riddled with wrinkles due to always frowning, and his forehead especially creased far beyond his intended age due to the angry glares he tends to give out. His features are soft however overlooking such wrinkles, and by soft, it is not true. In fact, it is course and rough due to the constant scowls and glares he tends to give out in sheer irritation of his work place, so constantly stressed, that he looks a bit older than he should be. That is offset by his rather more rounded and youthly outline of his face, his nose is thin and likewise his eyes are still not rumped with a lot of skin to make him look old. Brown hair covers his entire scalp, which is to say resembles a mop drabbed and just placed over his skull. It is rather soft and fluffy. His neck is well defined, those contours are that of marble tanned skin that becomes his complexion throughout his tenure as a human. His eyes brown and dull, not because he is earthly, but because he has found little to no spark in life besides pure sheer unadulterated hate for society's conformity in general. Things were going great for him, and now, his own appearance speaks of the woes to befall him so. His lips has a constant bite mark on it, white dust gathers on it as well due to how he grinds up his teeth into calcium powder, whereas his eyes are filled with HATE.

His body is covered with what would be described as a khaki suit, brown coat and all that with a tie to adorn around his collar. His shirt white, and he tends to carry a belt that is somewhat loose, not to hold up his pants since that is held up by suspenders, but rather to actually hold in weapons and whatever have you in the event he needs to beat the shit out of a rather degenerate profligate that dares besmirch his life even further than it really is, given how he has come to be down low on his lot. He has not let go of his past, and it shows just how much given the suit he wore is really months old, well taken care of, but still old, ever since he was fired from his job, and is found with nothing to do. Sentiment is written all over his choice of attire, but its no big deal either, since its made to fit his figure, and is comfortable as a result. He has spent half of his money to make sure his clothing are stretchy, hence it doesn't exactly constrict or chaff him in any way, which is typical of "hard" and rigid garments. His feet has rubber soles laden on it, as boots are worn underneath his pants, as well as socks. Complete with rubbery soles. It is black, and shiny.

His musculature shows his dedication shown to HATE, HATE. He has shown so much rage over how retarded the system is to him, and his dumb luck that just keeps getting him into trouble, that he figured to show things around as a result. He has decent muscles mixed with a bit of fat, since he hasn't burnt all of it away, or rather, doesn't want to, and rather his regimen is focused on cardio really. With ALL the time spent alone, he has all the time in the world to actually exercise to his delight. Which is to say a far cry from his former non-athletic physique in which he looked rather lanky, thin and slim. He stands 6' 1" feet, and weighs 174 pounds.

Personality: Zidane has been born to a rather unfortunate place, in an unfortunate century, to an unfortunate household. The equivalent to which he would be the bastard son of a nobleman, of this were the Medieval times. Appropriately, he is NOT happy about life, cynical, pissed, and finds little solace beyond material possessions and short term gains and sometimes, long term gains, in light of happiness he has been denied for so long. Time and time again life has been rough for him, which bred a rough character within him. Henceforth his attitude is rather more attuned to the Madness of Rage over all others as a result of his sheer irritation at how things when they can go wrong, WILL go wrong, as a result. Being whipped up by his peers, by his own kin, and finding no other place but acting as a stepping stone to others. He did not follow his old man's advice, and suffered ever since, having chosen a career as a salaryman in which fared no better than his high school days.

Bullied, beaten around, and generally pissed off, Zidane acts out with a volatile inner conscience, finding morality to have been nothing more than a restraint in a life long under the tyranny of others, as he finds his patience, once renowned to be saintly, and so is his tolerance, now waning on xenophobic levels almost, despite him not being a xenophobe. It is merely a metaphor, one to elaborate that he finds a hard time keeping his temper in check, and further more, his misanthropy rife and heavy, in check either. Boiled up and produced from almost three decades worth of abuse that any other would break down and commit suicide. He almost did too, except that one was fudged up, and he has been ashamed since he became a laughing stock for it in his former office place.

Generally Zidane finds little to no association with others, more boiled into his revenge complex with delusions of violence and grandeur, if not fantasies about planning out the sheer suffering of other humans having kindled his fire as of late that was long out. He can socialize well, sure, albeit in a sardonic light, making light of people he doesn't like, which is to say just about everyone, based on outer appearance than true values, AND, generally demeaning, insulting, and hateful. A bit hypocritical too in his conduct, finding contradictions and paradoxes in his mannerism that otherwise finds nowhere else. Hardwired into becoming paranoid around others since he truly does not trust their motives, rather relying on results, because of a life long spent being betrayed time and time again.

His motto is better to live a short and fleeting life filled with happiness and hedonistic joys, than to live a long and miserable one filled with agony. Which is to say shapes up his outlook as of recently. Fighting so hard to fix that is the mess which is his life so far by acting more and more volatile, that perhaps by acting as an instigator of change, there would be change within as there is without.

History: Once upon a time lived a tyke, whom never heard of souls, academy or the like, born to a foreign mother and father in the outskirts of Japan, only to be abandoned. Founded by a wandering hobo in Japan whom calls himself Paul, instead of some Japanese name, which was weird like that, perhaps a Wenglish instead of a Wapanese. Much fun was to be had as a result, between the two, and by fun, it was total misery, as Zidane was raised and taught Japanese, only to be used as an urchin, a thief, and a begger, using his studly looks to broker money during those days. And THEN just when he thought that life couldn't get any worse, he instead was found by his original parents, and ripped away from the hobo, which was to say good riddance, after a long search given the two are now married due to the baby being Zidane, which were years later, and this was during his early childhood.

He was later taught PROPER language, in the form of Belgian and English, and given a house instead of living on the road, subsisting on garbage. Now, he has been subsisting on actual food, and instead of being beaten by a malnourished hobo to actually get more money, he is being beaten by his parents for not being a perfect little child. What did he exactly do to deserve this? What? Being born into the world filled with the most ungrateful little shits around? DESPITE the fact that he is actually left with nothing to do on his own time? Granted he spends his spare time smoking rather than actually studying, at a young age too, which is to say the pattern that went on with Zidane Lupin Jeremiah Hector as a result.

He was later given over to a boarding school after much convincing, and the fact his presence wasn't wanted in the house, and this was the few ways to rid of him to make way for his newest brother that seems to be getting more attention than him. Yep, a little tyke, a baby douche, got more respect than Zidane. He was LITERALLY on the bottom of the totem pole. EVEN the family dog had more rights and respect than him. It was rather ANNOYING AS HELL. Truly, are his parents the paragons of parenthood, truly is there no complications with their relationship, except there was.

So, during the boarding school, he studied there, SPARINGLY, and barely passed as a result. Only coming up on a B-, and that was only due to a bribe where he had to grease up an old hag's cottage cheese thighs as a result (a euphemism best left unexplored), which is to say it was GENEROUS to say the least, and that was only his overall. He has only excelled at P.E., and that's it. Everything else was average, but barely. He was bullied there a LOT, because he looked like he was a previous classmate that wasn't exactly pleasant, and everyone was convinced it was him somehow due to some insane logic that possessed them. Note that this all took place in Belgium where he was sent, instead of Japan, where he was founded by the hobo, and later taken to Belgium by his parents.

Next up, he went to college, since he was STILL estranged to his parents, and STILL they beat him up whenever they found him. Throwing many bottles, ornaments and whatever they can reach with their hands to use against him, since he seemed to have earned their ire after asking his parents why he was mistreated. Yep, they beat him up for the mere act of asking on his present condition which led to the finality of his face getting pummeled in, which THANKFULLY one of the few boons in life was the fact that he had an excellent cardio, and can outrun the rest of his parents due to years of practice outrunning them, not that they were a slouch either in sprinting after him.

College life was spent in relative anonymity, as he was just known as that guy whom was always there, than anything distinguishable, which was a relaxing thing as opposed to being stressful. He thought life was going to turn around, become something better now that he has blossomed into adulthood, joining the upper elites of education, and perhaps endowing his knowledge with the oozing pus of information that flows right through his grey matter. He thought perhaps he should become a salary man, and join a business, get a stable life, in lieu to the unstable and chaotic one he received. To be as far away from kin and pretty much anyone that may get on his nerves. DESPITE his father's insistence, in the one and only instance he has shown that he would be a parent, to join the navy. Though Zidane hates the smell of sea water, which is why he didn't become a sailor.

After graduation, he was scouted out by a sleazy tart of a harlot hussy woman, whom promised him great wealth for only a decade of work, that he would be sitting in his own condo and even gain a palatial estate, since the company he is working with has a promising future. Yep, as if feeding him all these golden white lies on a platter, rousing him into a delusion of grandeur as Zidane's arrogance got the better of him, and he joined the company. Signing a contract with them, which was his first mistake, and second mistake, was to spend his money he made, the saved ones he had from working a side job, on buying stocks into the company, and thirdly, becoming invested into the work, contributing and staying there for a decade.

During that decade spent, well, almost decade, or whatever ambiguous years spent in that company, Zidane was overworked, underpaid, and taken advantage of in many ways more than one. His fellow employees dumped their work on him, even though it was their work, he got yelled out by the boss and her hussy cohorts simply because he actually was nice to the customers, and gave them the benefit of the doubt, AND ultimately many promotions were passed over to the less dedicated and more incompetant idiots that were fellow employees, all of whom weren't as hard worked as he was. He was simply overlooked because the boss hated him. This went on for years and years.

It was at first a vague thing, something swollen filled with pure hate emerged from his chest, he kept it under control, convincing himself that maybe these things were only temporary and it'd only get better in the future. Every year that passed, he found it harder and harder to actually control his emotions, finding solace in partaking in Aikido to simply keep his temper and rage under control. It grew like a festering wound within his chest till one day, out of impotent rage, he struck his boss, left the building, and decided to HELL with society. Wandering around ever since as a result, finding SOMETHING to do which was easy, and maybe actually get his DAMNED RECOGNITION FOR ONCE in his entire sorry ass life that was long denied to him for the years he existed on the sorry mess of a planet. Also the moon pisses him off, with its happy laughing face, and so does the sun, so he has plans to erase those faces out of them because it annoys him. ANYWAYS, he re-assumed his role as a drifter, ready to fight crime, and live out his fantasies as a hero, or just get vengeance. Either roles work for him really. Also wanted by the police for assault, having missed about 12 subpeonas into the court and hearings, and fined as a result in his absence, so... he isn't pleased that his bank account, which was meagre to begin with, took a huge hit and he is almost penniless because of it.

Miscellaneous:

- Knows Aikido, is a red belt in it.
- Speaks Belgian, French, English, and Japanese.
- Former salaryman.
- Deadly with a controller, fear his combo abilities in vidya gaems.
- Hates everyone that took advantage of him.
- Has a sixth toe on his left foot.
- Has a mole underneath his eye, covered up by his plastic spectacles.
- Perfect vision, doesn't really need glasses.

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