Zacharie Martin

Name: Zacharie Martin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian (French)
Height: 6'3 (193 cm)
Weight: 154 lbs (70 kg)
Birthday: October 16
Bloodtype: B+
Family:
Father - Maël Martin (Deceased) [41]
Mother - Claire Auclair [45]
Likes: Cigarettes, Performing cigarette tricks, Getting to sleep in, Taking things off of corpses, Trench knives, Bouillabaisse, A cat a befriended in a back alleyway that he named "Chou-chou", Men with a lot of confidence, Profiteroles, Older firearms, Classic music (Symphony No. 9 in E Minor is his favourite)
Dislikes: "No smoking" signs, ****, Loud people, Root beer ("People drink that? It tastes like cough medicine."), Commitment to relationships, Miyamoto's singing, the Eiffel tower ("What a gaudy thing."), People standing in his blind spot while talking to him, Toxic masculinity
Sexuality: Homosexual
Kinks: Dominance (Wants to be held down and fucked. He's a bottom through and through)

Bio: Growing up in Île-de-France, Zacharie's life was rather usual yet still modest. Born the son of Maël Martin and Claire Auclair, Zacharie didn't know his mother for most of his childhood, instead being raised alone by his father. Though raised is a rather strong word, Maël spent most of his days at work, having little to no time to interact with his son. When he did have free time, he spent most of it drinking until he was a useless drunken mess. Often times, his overworked father would take out his aggression on him, beating him for seemingly no reason. Though Zacharie didn't care too much, in part due to the fact that he was born without nociceptors, even if he did feel pain, Zacharie's mindset about the situation would still remain the same. It's just the way it is. It mattered not if his father reduced himself to a piss-covered drunkard every night; that was the life he chose to live. What mattered most to Zacharie was that he was still himself. He didn't have too many friends during his school life and was considered a bit of a loser by other kids his age. He'd be targeted by bullies often, though he was far from a victim. The school boy fights he'd get in would turn out rather brutally, all things considered, with Zacharie getting really beat up due to continuing to fight until the bullies got bored of beating him up. Most other students looked at him as a freak due to his inability to feel pain. But hey, that was just what they thought of him; it was their choice to think what they wanted to think; what mattered was that he was still himself. He wasn't particularly good at school work, having difficulties learning due to being unable to pay attention during lessons, and finding sitting at the desk and mindlessly listening to people ramble on and on to be rather pointless. To him, it was annoying to listen to someone tell him what to do for eight hours a day. Because of this, his teachers looked at him as a troubled student, constantly getting into conflict with other students, having low grades, and often disregarding what the teachers told him to do. But that was fine, for that was just who he was. One day, when Zacharie was ten, he heard a knock at the door of his home. The person at the door was a cop who was there to inform him that his father had passed. There wasn't anything too grand about the way he died—stabbed to **** perhaps by some other drunkard—that he accidentally pissed off and left to bleed out on the curb. Rather disheartening, all things considered, but there wasn't anything he could do; that's the way his father met his end, simple as that. Without his father around, Zacharie was required to live with a parental figure and was put in the custody of the mother, who had originally abandoned him. Though, from Zacharie's perspective, she wasn't really his mother, not out of disdain toward her but simply because she wasn't fit to be a mom. She was far **** to him than his father, but often much more distant, even more hands-off than his father was. All things considered, their relationship was less that of a mother and son, with more roommates and two friends that happened to be related. She'd spend most of her days clubbing, doing ****, getting drunk, and having sex. She was a real party animal that probably needed him to look after her rather than other way around. Sometimes she'd come home late and he'd have to make dinner for them, something that she appreciated. Honestly, to him it, this was just fine. That was just how his mom decided to live her life.

Because of his mom's hands-off approach to "raising" him, Zacharie eventually decided to drop out of school at the age of eleven, having grown tired of it. Zacharie would spend most of his free time wandering the streets, where one day he encountered a group of boys around the same age as him. They were a bunch of dropouts, a group of mischievous troublemakers who liked to spend their days doing whatever the hell they wanted. Zacharie thought that they looked like a good waste of time and decided to join their little gang. Starting off as the runt among them, Zacharie quickly adapted to the environment he found himself in. He grew rather close bonds with those boys, even getting taught savate by one of the older boys who happened to be a tireur (savate practitioner). It was quite enjoyable, all things considered, though Zacharie didn't feel as if this would be a permanent lifestyle and that there was something else out there that he should be doing. He Zacharie grew older; he went through puberty rather quickly. By the time he was fourteen, he looked as if he were already a grown man. Originally, his gang wanted to use this to their advantage, using Zacharie as a way of scaring off other groups or using him to buy **** since he looked like he was eighteen years old. Though Zacharie had other plans, while they were out getting a fake ID for Zacharie to carry around, Zacharie decided to go a step further and get fake credentials for everything. Why? In order to join the military. He had figured that since he found getting into fights rather exciting, perhaps the army would be something that was fun. Since he had not told the other boys about this, Zacharie's decision to leave was rather controversial, but there was nothing they could do to stop him since his decision was his and his alone. But Zacharie would soon come to regret this decision, as going through training was hell, not because of the physical intensity of it but because he had to deal with some asshole constantly barking orders at him. Why did it matter how well he made his sheets or if he did them at all? Why does he have to run a specific number of laps in this period of time? Clean the toilets just because you said I had to? In all honesty, it was beyond annoying; he just wished he could get to the fighting already.

All things considered, though, even if he was considered difficult by his instructors, he was considered incredibly talented, passing any physical and combat test with flying colour. He destroyed most of the records that had been established before him, and he was eventually recruited into the army. It was finally time to fight...And it was beyond boring. The fighting was alright, all things considered, and he even gained some scars from the experience, but the time between the fights was mind-numbingly boring. Just more orders. Do this, do that. Honestly, when he thought about it, the combat he was engaging in was rather pointless. These weren't his fights; if he were to ask one of his hire-ups about why they were out here, they'd probably make up some bullshit about "to do what's right for people and country" or "because it's the right thing to do," but really, the real reason they were out there was because some above them demanded that they be out there, and above them was someone else saying that they had told others to be out there fighting, and so on and so forth. A long chain of people barking at each other to do something. Damn, it was beyond boring. His comrades weren't any better; a lot of these people were there either because they either actually believed in the honour and fatherland bullcrap or because they quite literally had nothing better to do in their lives. The losers of the pack had no potential outside of this. It was rather sad; there was no desire to fight among them, just people listening nonsensically to orders like puppets. The people there weren't too kind to him either; they were always trying to prove something, like they had a chip on their shoulder. They found his inability to feel pain to be freaky, and they would treat him as if he were some sort of circus exhibit. Constantly asking him to perform cigarette tricks or having competition between each other on who could make him flinch. It all just made Zacharie want to quit, and before he could, he was discharged after someone managed to find out that his credentials had been faked. Fraud is a rather serious crime, though, due to his age, he got no more than what seemed like a slap on the wrist. Zacharie wasn't too big of a fan of being **** away, even if he wasn't having a fun time, and being treated as a juvenile delinquent wasn't something he was too fond of. So, when a second option was opened, he took it. But in all honesty, becoming a mercenary wasn't that much fun. Perhaps only slightly better than being locked away in a detention center or being in the military, but it was still more fighting, not out of choice but because some had asked them to. Perhaps it was even worse in some aspects since being a gun for hire meant that he was stuck doing the dirty work for some country or person and embarrassed to have them associated with them publicly. The fights he got into still had an air of dullness to them; they lacked the true excitement that he was looking for. Things would change when, while out on an assignment, his squad was met with opposition from another group of hired killers. The incident was met with the squad being entirely wiped out, with him being the last man standing and the only one strong enough to even keep up with them. It was rather impressive, really. Despite how small the group was, they had trounced them completely. It was enough to get him excited again. Rather than meeting his end like his comrades, the group took an interest in him and offered him a chance to either walk away or join them. He took the offer since the opportunity to get into fights with strong people sounded too good to pass on. Being an assassin wasn't too different from being a mercenary, though the fact that he had a choice in which contracts made it preferable. Not only that, but the comradery among the group was much closer. Thus, at the age of sixteen, Zacharie became the fourth member of the recently restarted Tranquility of the Extinct.

Personality: Zacharie has this mentality of just living life how you want to. And how he lives his life is rather carefree. He's beyond reckless, to the point where it seems like he has little to no value for his one life. But really, he just likes to live life on the edge. Perhaps it is his inability to feel pain that causes him to act like this, but it is more likely that his recklessness is just who he is. He's a thrill-seeker who loves to live life, just live life, and enjoy the moment for himself and for others. He does have this feeling deep down where he feels like he's missing something in his life, but he doesn't have a damn clue what it is, so he's not going to stress over it. To him, thinking about the past or future is pointless; thinking about why people act the way they do is unnecessary; what matters to him is the then and now. He's not a fan of **** since, from the many times that he's seen it, it causes people to lose all control of themselves, which he finds to be lame. Though he himself isn't immune to addiction, as he's constantly smoking, having started when he was twelve, He doesn't smoke to calm his nerves or anything; he just does it cause he wants to. Zacharie has a weird tendency to loot corpses of their belongings, mostly cause he figures that they won't have any more use for them. His jacket, dog tags, several hundred lighters, and some of the knives he owns were not originally his. While Zacharie is gifted physically, he's rather poor when it comes to academics. He prefers more hands-on learning and dislikes the norm in which things are taught in school environments. Due to the time he spent cooking for his mom as well as the time he spent doing kitchen duty for the army, he's a rather skilled cook. He isn't practically fond of it, but if someone were to ask him kindly enough, he would cook for them.

Personality (when clothed): He isn't too interested in naked women, it men where its at for him. He's more than willing to lend a helping hand if they need assistance, but more times than not he'll probably think whoever is naked is nothing more than a pervert.

Personality (when naked): Nothing much to be embarrassed about for him, though he'd prefer to be wearing clothes. Is fighting naked any interesting?

Physical Characteristics: Standing at a hundred ninety-three centimeters tall and weighing in at seventy kilograms, Zacharie Martin is a Caucasian male native to Île-de-France. The Frenchman has brown hair, which is styled messily, as if he had just woken up from sleeping. He has long sideburns—ones long enough to travel down his face and reach his jaw. He has a slender frame of muscles, forming a nice, lean build that is hugged tightly by his clothes. His body is covered head-to-toe with scars from how recklessly he fights. Burn, bullets, impact, slash, stab—he has all and every form of scar etched into his body. His most recent injuries are a tear going across the helix of his right ear, which keeps it in place with some bandaging and a few pins, and a gunshot wound to his right eye, which has left his entire eye destroyed and even tore off some of the skin around the eye, leaving part of his skull exposed. He covers this using an eye patch made of white bandages, similar to those that people wear after getting cataract surgery. The Parisian wears a dull green military jacket that is a bit oversized on him, an untucked grey v-neck tanktop, and black cargo pants. He wears a black leather belt around his waist, which has a massive silver buckle in the center. The buckle has the national bird of France, the Gallic rooster, embroidered into it. Zacharie wears a pair of boots that travel up past his knees and have metal plates welded onto the front and back of his boots, leaving a decent-sized gap from the side to show off the black leather underneath. The plates have scratches and dents, showing that they have been through a lot. There are belts wrapped around his legs, abdomen, and chest. Some of these belts have holsters and pancake sheaths on them, but a lot of them didn't seem to have much of a purpose other than hugging his clothes closer to his body and showing off his physique better. On his left hand is a black leather glove that lacks fingers for the pinky, ring, and middle fingers. And around his neck are dog tags that don't belong to him; he lost his pair a while ago and decided to take someone else's to go with the look. Despite only being twenty-one, Zacharie looks more around his mid-thirties. He'd be the type to grow a bit of body hair across his body, but he's cleanly shaved due to the amount of scar tissue he has, which prevents hair growth. He's most definitely going bald in the future; if male pattern baldness doesn't do it, it'll be the scars. Zacharie has rather long legs, an ass that is on the flatter side, he's missing right testicle after it was torn off by shrapnel, and his penis measures out to be five inches while flaccid and seven while erect.

For weapons, he carries around a Pistolet automatique modèle 1935S, which he holsters in one of the belts going across his chest, which is tucked into his pants, his shirt being used to cover it. It is worn over his left shoulder with a MAS-49 rifle, hanging from its own strap. A Lefaucheux M1858 is placed in a holster that goes across his left thigh. A MAB PA-15 pistol is hidden inside a pocket in his left jacket sleeve. For knives, he used two large trench knives that have twenty six centimeter-long blades. The left-handed blade has a darker handle with the word Maria etched into it, mostly likely being the name of the lover of its previous owner. Zacharie opted to ignore that and instead just went with that was what the knife was named. Both knives are holstered in pancake sheaths on the right and left sides of his belt. An additional trench knife is holstered on his right leg and has a shorter nineteen-inch blade. Inside the pockets of his jacket are a folding CAC knife and a butterfly knife. There is also a Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife sheathed on his chest. While out in public, Zacharie is mostly unarmed, though he does still keep the belts on. He has other weapons besides these, but these are part of his typical arsenal.

Relationship with male Sam: Due to Sam's scarfetish, he's immensely attracted to Zacharie. Zacharie is recuperates those same feelings, though do his inability to commit to a relationship, his feelings only stay as attraction rather than something to act upon. Sam also can't act upon his attraction toward Zacharie due to him not being able to find himself falling in love with a killer. Nonetheless, Sam still finds Zacharie to be cool as hell, the coolest person he knows in fact. Zacharie think Sam is pretty cool as well, he gets to do things like eat dinner with his parents, hang out at the mall with his friends, and geting into love triangles. Relationship with female Sam: Sam finds Zacharie to be hot as hell. Why did he have to be gay.

Additional Relationships:

Chengxuan Han: (Mutual like) In the West, we have a man who is deadly with any firearm he picks up, and in the East, we have a man who has mastered every single Chinese martial art. Of course, there is nothing but respect for each other; they both share that love for fighting. Though Han's desire to battle is to learn more because he loves being around people, fighting strong people is the best way to find all sorts of interesting people out there. Zacharie is more of an adrenaline junkie, loving fighting strong people in order to spice up his life. Han's not too big of a fan of how Zacharie smells, though, since he's clearly smoking. When they hang out, they'll watch cheesy action movies to get a laugh.

Kallaicone Aruthan: (Mutual like) While Kallaicone isn't too big of a fan of how reckless Zacharie is with his life, the two don't butt heads with one another. Kallaicone has tried to teach Zacharie a bit, given the latters lack of formal education, but the Frenchman has declined the offers due to thinking he's missed his chance by now. When one isn't around, the other typically acts as the co-leader of the team.

Miyamoto Kanae: (Mutual like) The whole serial killer thing doesn't bother Zacharie too much; just how they decided to live their life can't **** them to be any other way. Zacharie is impressed by how strong Miyamoto is, finding their strength and the way they fight similar to a **** of nature—something truly unstoppable. Miyamoto finds Zacharie to have an interesting colour; a life without pain paints an interesting perspective, creating beautiful colours from within him.

Menna Asghar: (Mutual like) He finds it a bit odd that an intelligent young lady like herself found herself part of a team of assassins like this, but it doesn't bother him too much. He is intrigued by her weapon of choice; he doesn't understand it too well but still finds it cool. Menna finds him to be a bit strange and isn't quite sure what to think about his living in the present mindset, but she still enjoys being around him. He's good company.

Lillain Hayden (Nuetral on Zacharie's part, dislike on Lillian's) Lillian calls this man f****t every time he walks into the same room as her. Zacharie doesn't care too much; he finds it pointless to waste energy on someone so loud. He's rather embarrassed by her since she makes scenes while in public. Whenever she acts out or tries to overstep her bounds while in private, Zacharie will load a round right between her eyes just to put her back in her place. If she really says or tries to do something out of pocket, he'll dump an entire magazine on her, though he tends to restrain from that since it's a waste of ammo. This only really pisses Lillian off more than anything, but it does act as an effective distraction from what she was originally doing.

Yolotli Camacho (Mutual like) These two get along surprisingly well. Neither are the type to enjoy being bossed around; they enjoy being free and not having to do what others say just because that's the order around these parts. As long as they can be true to themselves, that's what matters most. Though Yolotli tends to be far more aggressive with her ideologies and desires to liberate others from having this subserviate mindset, Zacharie believes instead that the way people act is an active choice and that there isn't a way to change them, for that is just who they are. Additionally, these two have the best synergy when it comes to fighting.

Crystal: (Mutual dislike) Crystal's personality clashes with several students across the entire school, Zacharie is no exception with her liking how carefree this man is nor the fact that he was school dropout that was attempting to get a high school diploma. She also isn't a fan of him smoking around school premises. Zacharie finds Crystal to obnoxious, she reminds him of his drill instructor and the reason why dropped out of school in the first place.

Alena: (Mutual like) Alena is a tad bit jealous; she walks around with the scars on her face and hands covered in order to avoid the looks of pity they bring upon her, even having to put up a front in order for people not to question it too much, yet for some reason Zacharie, who is far more disfigured than she is, walks around with his scar in full display. She wonders why he doesn't receive the same maddening looks of pity that she does; perhaps it's because of his history as a solider. But it does make her hopeful that one day she can walk around and be her true self without having to worry about the looks people will give her. Though she does think he wears his scars better than she does, they make him rather attractive in a weird way. Zacharie thinks Alena is pretty cool, that she's a person who really knows how to live life, not knowing that she suffers from depression.

Eve: (Mutual like) Eve finds Zacharie to be a work of art, each of his scars telling a long story that can be unraveled in the smallest of details. She wishes to carve a full-body statue of him. Zacharie thinks that's a pretty cool idea, though he wonders for how long he would have to hold a pose for that. It seems a bit tedious, does it not?

Zoe: (Mutual neutrality) Zoe doesn't interact too often with Zacharie, but she does find him to be a bit scary given how damaged he looks. Zacharie knows who Zoe is but has to be reminded about who she is on occasion, not remembering her name from how little they interact. He finds her to be pretty cute with her little note book of drawings. A person who is brave enough to not hold back and be themselves is also appreciated.

Introduction chapter: You Find Crystal and a Frenchman