The Bloody Heir

An independent and original character based in the X-Men universe, diverging from comics and movies — this portrayal shall contain graphic subjects, while holding some gritty material, please proceed with caution!

the beast's anatomy

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

— Stephen King

made by @disgracednomad

Nature or Nurture?

Tales spoke of knights, their heroic deeds and various acts of generosity, all in the simple pursuit for goodness to overcome evil — that nefarious force, which had guided individuals of more questionable moral composure. These stories, however, were far from the truth. Not everything was good and evil, black and white. These accounts had neglected to mention those shades of grey, encompassing the very edges of those sides.

Where some saw light, darkness had rumbled below the surface and obscured that truth.

At birth, Salvatore Creed was promised that life much alike many children, albeit lacking one key feature — his father. This wasn't necessarily bad, there were many single parents and while outwardly everything seemed well, there were cracks beneath that very surface. Salvatore's mother held overtly strong disciplinarian upbringing, in ways to not only enforce her rule and withheld him from leaving their household, as proclamations of the evil that laid outside and wished to pluck him from those maternal arms. Despite growing beneath his mother's schooling, Salvatore had excelled in art, which amongst many subjects, had been the passion which helped this boy through the days where no escape could be seen.

Years escalated, allowing for this toxic atmosphere to bubble and eventually, as her son grew into puberty, that's when things unravelled.

Unlocking another buried secret.

One moment his mother was slipping out to get food, the next — he stood, blood now coating those smalls hands as eyes, straining until the new senses which swiftly overwhelmed this boy, fell upon claws, which protruded from where those nails had once settled. This, however, was not the only change, as his mouth opened to unleash harsh screams, fangs which reflected the heritage hidden. When his mother returned... She looked him, not as her son, but some monster. The beast which haunted those dreams, finally accepting that she, after all these years, could not save him from the caged animal. In the following hour, she collected several items and placed Salvatore inside her car, driving for miles, without speaking, eyes never turning to the child, weeping rather uncontrollable degrees, just focused ahead. Those long hours went by, until her car halted and engine, finally fell silent, still while Salvatore remained in the screaming panic, unsure what had been happening, especially to his body. Wrenched from the car, then brought past looming trees and creaking twigs, until they reached this forests center, where his mother brought that plan into action.

Placing her son at the largest bark, chains were used to interweave and bind him down, cruelly placing several padlocks through those links, locking his form down.

The last...

Salvatore tugged at the very chains, screaming and in that moment, in this very small passage of time, those features, his mother's, held nothing... No sadness, or even regret. Her back turned, never once looking back, in this one, small moment, Salvatore was met with that crushing reality — she wasn't coming back, as the very woman, who brought him into this world stepped away, screams poured from those lips. Those did not cease, even as her form vanished and the car's engine, all but distant memories, his voice echoed until lost, broken by this betrayal, cutting deeper than any wound.

Abandoned, left to perish.

Inevitably, tales spilled, from the households and farmers who neared that very forest, most shrugged of as drunken gibberish, spilled between foolish men. Whilst they could be explained away, unbeknownst to these neighbouring folk, hushed stories managed to capture the attention of certain individuals. Darkness had fallen when trucks parked around the forest's perimeter, brought with one truck for transport and containment of their target — having heard many tall fables, portraying some heinous beast. Livestock had been slaughtered, trees covered in claw marks and became blatantly clear how this 'being' had been rather ravenous, even eating trash. Eventually moving through those tall trees, their presence had not gone unnoticed, quite the contrary.

Their intrusion had stirred this solitary being, stepping into territory belonging to that 'beast'.

Another mistake made.

Patrolling through, their guns and tools held tightly, passing unwittingly as they quickly made another error, one regretted instantly. Their silence was cut short, from one of those tall and rather looming trees, something pounced down, attacking before these men had any chance in reacting. Fast, agile and slashing through clothing, causing quite the mass panic. Unable to capture sight of their target, many ended up being wounded and one, rather unexpected, mauled viciously, loosing several fingers in the process. Chasing aimlessly, doing their utmost to stop these barbaric attacks, which rendered many incapable of continuing — not dead, but unable to finish this mission, while those who remained unscathed, fueled solely on adrenaline and fear, pushed further until they discovered the monster's den making their own trap. When it arrived, in the hurl of tranquilizers, their target was hit repeatedly, enough to normally kill younger cubs. As their lights loomed, they were brought to the startling realisation.

There was no beast, not in the normal sense... Just some child, no older than twelve.

Target secured.

The Institute were versed in people of varying mutations, mostly abandoned and left with no purpose, but to simply die — stepping in, now sheltering them from their certain doom.

Giving them another purpose.

Memories of his time there was... Bare. Now standing tall, having matured and learned on the confines of their secret location, Salvatore had matured past those days where hunger and loneliness taunted him, replaced with some newfound appreciation. Not only was he saved, they had taught him about 'Mutants'. Upon discovering this rather shocking truth, answers could be seeked and grant further revelations, allowing to fully understand those attributes which made him an outcast to most. That knowledge had been obtained from books, art and written thesis which explored the mutations, written by some of the very people working alongside him.

Elevating further than mind alone, they helped not only talked through his 'powers' and X-gene, desiring to offer much more.

Amplifying them to further degrees.

There'd been certain procedures, not all that could be remembered — one of these experimental tests had resulted in Salvatore becoming infertile, though attributed this as his body altering, changing into something more. Artificially enhancing him, their goals began to present itself. These procedures had began resulting in various little changes to his mutation, most notably how his claws and fangs could be retracted, so easily, leaving him appearing quite normal, in comparison. Another change, most notably, was the veins which now bulged beneath his eyes, causing some of their scientists to marvel at such alterations. Furthermore, tests were escalated and pushing to see the limitations, where improvements could be made, causing extensive sessions which could last days at anytime.

Upon results, Salvatore was swiftly inducted into their 'elite' squad, one of the most secretive and highly skilled group, solely established to aid The Institute.

Or, so they proclaimed.

Valued, not only as one of their most skilled trackers and individuals proficient in obtaining intel, Salvatore had found his calling, working on covert missions and finally, helping to repay those who saved him from death. Three years dedicated only to serving The Institute, helping collect locate little hidden villages or track scents, all for some goal — which, like most, hadn't been made abundantly clear. However, Salvatore was never apart of the extraction team, their own tasks remained classified and of the utmost importance, everyone kept such information private, yet still working cohesively together. Easily done, for trust was held throughout and each was held close, eventually leading to them bringing the English mutant along to their newest extraction mission.

Blinded by loyalty, or duty, truths were incoming and their message did nothing but reveal old, still open, wounds.

Events unfolded like normal.

The first and very last time he'd work alongside these people. At first, everything played out normally; night obscured their entry, silently killing anyone nearby and as time passed, began locking down around this target. For this first mission, Salvatore was sent ahead and swiftly told to locate their target, securing this final task before leaving. Moving swift, enhanced senses accurately brought him to the residence and after killing any inhabitants, until locating their target... However, for the first time, ever since being taken from that forest, regret quickly began to fill every inch of him. The Institute held some nefarious plan — but, this had been the first time he'd come to learn that blatantly, ultimately leading him to disobey orders.

Fleeing the infested village, taking what had been seeked and leaving no trace behind, Salvatore Creed was now officially another enemy of The Institute, successfully disappearing.

Albeit, short lived, in reality.

Leaving abruptly, with their property? Such actions hadn't gone unpunished, quite the contrary... When they found Salvatore, The Institute made sure this mutant wouldn't forget this vital life lesson anytime soon. Ripping away what life had been formed in their absence, brutally beating and impaling him to the very spot, escape inevitable as that identity burned around him. Despite his swift disregard for their rules and hospitality, these individuals, who once worked alongside him, had allowed him to live, with the knowledge of what was stolen from him. Broken, any chance of retaliation was squashed through their violent acts, leaving Salvatore hollow and with the knowledge they'd be back, giving one whole week to escape, their parting gift.

Alas, they ensured his name was known — wanted for various crimes, none which were made public, forcing him underground, hopefully to perish.

Once more, alone and broken.

In his absence, complacency began to grow and fester, blindly moving onwards without preparing for the repercussions of their own actions.

They were deceived.

Much like Victor Frankenstein was haunted by this looking shadow of his creation, they too had been stalked — observed from afar, each meticulous detail and schedule learnt, memorised, whilst unwittingly waltzing to their own demise. They had already displayed the ace up their sleeve, now torn away from him, in several ways, what was left to lose? Nothing. Not only sealing what light had absolved his sadism, but they had forced him to witness and observe, which left only malicious events upon the horizon. Slowly, bodies soon began to pile upwards, the level of sheer brutality and mutilation escalating whilst most were left assuming these were wild animal attacks, or, at least, pretend they were. Ferocity which didn't match up, especially considering the locations where these bodes had been found. The most perplexing one had been one of these individuals, who was locked inside his apartment and, by all accounts, was left there for months, during summer which caused some drastic decomposition.

The Institute suffered, both mutants and scientists fatalities, no warnings would save their operatives, while their shadow seeked one answer, which had been posed before death.

None knew, besides the dead.

Free of their control, Salvatore Creed became some mere shadow, one which haunted those who stole and robbed what little serenity was found, seeking to gain his own vengeance, whilst atoning for his own sins. From those foundations, which had crumbled and been levelled to dust, something else emerged, that began another struggle. One between man and beast, the internal conflict which had once swayed in the latter's favour. Despite how closely that side grew, Salvatore still held control and dominion, able to hold those chains which mentally bound his beastly impulses, which only caused more rising deaths. Ensuring no innocents would be harmed in this conquest for retribution, driven solely to inflict damages upon those who wronged him and not enact harm upon those who've done no wrong.

Never again, that was his silent promise.

Too many had perished, those who did no wrong and were still punished, wrong place, wrong time, much like most of his life.

The Institute had used and abused their hold, no more. Absent from his life, Salvatore finally found some ability to seek answers and think for himself, finally seeing the world off their leash. Restricted to designated areas, now finally seeing that which had been refused to him — finding prejudice against mutants, acts which perpetuated this growing conflict. This growing hatred and fear was vast, but everyone was entirely different... Not all homo sapiens were evil, unlike the stereotypes some had projected upon them. Living his nomadic life, his presence was often fleeting and seeking somewhere never too close, not wishing to be discovered. Instead, Salvatore Creed wanted to live below that radar, evading the attention of unwanted individuals and seeking answers which had haunted his existence, each seething beneath below that surface, festering until answers were found.

Travelling to seek further details, more than just about his mutations and The Institute, but instead seeking details about that long since absent father.

Victor Creed, aka Sabertooth.

The Bastard Son

biographical information

Full Name: Salvatore 'Sal' Creed.
Alias(es): Subject 10 (Ten), Nate Demerest, Francis Cotton, William Pratt, Kurt Straker, Bill Weir, Robert Gray, Krueger, кровавый тигр ("Bloody Tiger" in Russian), The New York Ripper, Beast with the Yellow Eyes, The Shape, Monster.
Date of Birth: Classified.
Place of Birth: Classified.
Nationality: English.
Species: Mutant (Homo Superior).
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.
Alignment: Complicated .
Residence: None (Currently Known).
Occupation: Artist/Painter, Wanderer, Vigilante; Former Institute Operative, Assassin, Test Subject, Solider, Interrogator.

characteristics

Ethnicity: Caucasian.
Eye Colour: Blue-Green.
Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde.
Height: 5' 11" (1.80 m).
Weight: 170 lbs (77 kg).
Body Type: Lean, Athletic.
Unusual Features: Retractable elongated canine teeth and razor-sharp claws, along with glow amber irises that only appear when displaying his mutations.

appearance

Upon first glance, Salvatore holds quite striking and delicate features, not belonging to someone from his vicious past — portraying quite the different outward facade. Those eyes, of all things, was the first feature strangers noticed; dark blue eyes, that held green highlights throughout and added some depth, plus dimension, blending into one shade. Curly, dirty blonde hair had been cropped, maintained whilst the smallest layer of stubble remained, holding faints gingery hints and due to Salvatore's pale complexion was made easily visible. Mostly attributed to his diet, intense training and through heightened metabolism, has gained a somewhat lean, but well-built form, almost leaving many underestimating that male.

Across his pale skin, Salvatore holds three distinctive tattoos; a blue tiger, upon the right bicep; feathers breaking off into birds, travelling from his upper left arm, until gracing below his collarbone; finally, his simplistic triangle, upon the right shoulder blade. Each holding some unspoken meaning.

These are mostly covered by his casual and more relaxed clothing style, normally consisting of shirts, jeans or jackets — darker shades often played some part into Salvatore's overall aesthetic, forming that basic foundation. These are mostly covered by his casual and more relaxed clothing style, normally consisting of shirts, jeans or jackets — darker shades often played some part into Salvatore's overall aesthetic, forming that basic foundation. With these basic details, there were some additional accessories, mostly several leather bracelets and necklaces, holding several small pendants, obtained through his travels. However, when required, either to seamlessly go unnoticed or appear normal, there will be some attempt in blending in. Wearing suits, normally only when situations or events require such refined appearances, prefer simplicity, over rather extravagant designs, which held no interest.

However, there are some noticeable changes while using his powers.

Irises visibly shift from his natural shade, growing into the luminous and intense amber tone, veins bulging around those eyes, growing prominent when entering into this state. The second blatant change is his nails; retracting out, capable of growing into long and sharpened claws, splitting the skin surrounding these natural weapons. Canine teeth are capable of fully extending, growing into harsh points and display Salvatore's more animalistic mutations, bestowing quite the eerie appearance.

personality

Fierce, driven, compassionate, bold, elusive, skilled — there were some of attributes easily associated with Salvatore Creed. While suffering an egregious upbringing, the male had matured into someone who has been haunted by his past and actions which harmed the innocent. Despite this blow, Salvatore can often be quite sociable and confident in conversation, showing his intelligent nature, whilst engaging with those whom he may meet. Scrutinising, proving picky with whoever is chosen to speak with or simply avoiding scaring some random individual. Further reflecting on his more protective side, to those who have been often mistreated or suffered at the hands of others, forcing him to take action, only when needed.

This often leads to necessary violence.

Normally, living in the nomadic lifestyle, Salvatore finds solitude and peace to his prominent paranoia, that commonly echoed through his mind, causing some mild need for relief. Finding tranquility in the oldest and most engaging hobby for him: art. Whether drawing or painting, there is some control ultimately found in this media, finally gaining some power, even over something so small. Trust issues leave him solely relying upon himself, unable any weaknesses or vulnerabilities to be viewed.

Loneliness being one of many which lingered to him, forced by the nomadic tendencies and untrusting nature towards others.

Impulsive, vindicative and holding an intense temper, one which has explosive results when unleashed, Salvatore has tried to overcome his more negative emotions, failing at times. Conniving, revengeful, cruel and unforgiving dealing with those who have wronged him, going to extraordinary lengths in enacting his plans, whilst seeking retribution. Obsessively driven by this desire to gain control, inflicting pain and suffering with little regard for their screams, growing closer to that animalistic side, which remains caged. Below, lurked his inner beast, one which sunk to basic and survival instincts, mercilessly eviscerating anything which threatened him, much life his own father. This 'feral' nature proved less willing to offer mercy, fueled by unbridled rage and fury, triggered only when pushed to extreme lengths.

Those occasions proved rare.

Powers

Enhanced Mutant Physiology: Born with the X-gene, that genetic trait which only manifests at puberty and ultimately develop powers far beyond average homo sapiens — these normally appear in varying states. Salvatore inherited his father's more animalistic mutations, bestowing the skills and capabilities which made him more dangerous than most may assume. However, due to The Institute's experiments, some of his powers have been heightened or nullified, to some degree.

- Regenerative Healing Factor: Primarily, Salvatore's more prominent power is that accelerated healing factor, allowing damaged or destroyed parts of his body to be regenerated, much faster than ordinary humans. Unlike them, however, this form of healing allows for severed limbs to be reattached and thus, knitting back together, without any noticeable changes. Able to eject bullet from wounds, regrow flesh in mere minutes or even less, depending upon the sheer injury taken, varying.

• Decelerated Aging: One of the most miraculous properties gained from that healing factor, was prolonged lifespan and slowed aging, extending his longevity — whether wanted or not. However, the full extents and possibility hadn't been explored, due simply to those forgotten memories, attributed for The Institute's experiments, aware physical aging stopped at his early thirties. Despite this extension, the length of his lifespan remained unknown, even to himself.

• Contaminant Immunity: With healing accelerated, his mutations have enhanced that immunity system far beyond normal standards and resistance to poisons, viruses, diseases, pathogens, parasites, bacteria, or most drugs. Incapable to grow even inebriated, metabolism far superior than normal humans and while superior, there are some strong formulas that can take great effects upon his body, capable of knocking him unconscious.

• Enhanced Stamina: Able to battle toxins, Salvatore's body is able to resist buildups of lactic acids and fatigue, which may effect those movements — due to this, ignoring tiredness which strick most. Pushing that body further, for considerably longer and thus maintains greater endurance, physical exertion not truly effecting his form. Classified near metahuman levels prior to Institute fumblings, reducing the quite remarkable gift.

• Enhanced Durability: Originally upon hitting puberty, bones had hardened and became more durable, withstand extreme pressures before breaking, healing with relative ease. After several advancements, those capabilities were accentuated and left Salvatore able to receive multiple blows, all without succumbing. Despite the damages which may have been caused, shrugging off gunshots or punches capable of winding him, but still holds limitations.

- Superhuman Senses: As the secondary part of his Salvatore's mutation, gaining superhuman senses once hitting puberty and glaringly enhanced by his X-gene. While including his sense of sight, hearing, smell and taste — touch originally had been heightened, however this was eventually lost with time. These had formed his more animalistic actions, whilst further granting some power and ultimately could be used against him.

• Sight: Amongst those elevated senses, Salvatore's eyesight holds several extraordinary and impressive abilities, each bestowing some advantage in comparison. Capable of seeing in pitch darkness or viewing things moving too fast, more than average eyes could view. However, once entering 'feral mode', infrared becomes his sole vision and ultimately activates during nighttime, allowing for more intricate hunting.

• Hearing: Heightened by his rather specific mutations, hearing proved quite highly attuned and vastly fundamental when hunting, granting further control over his abilities. Not only hearing the faintest breath from nearly two hundred foot away, but even words spoken behind solid or even reenforced surfaces, with much clarity. Expertise which allowed control over this sense, not allowing himself to be overloaded.

• Smell: Highly developed and rather acute olfactory senses, granting Salvatore incredible mastery of scents. Whilst inheriting his father's remarkable gifts, smell had proved heightened and was employed during tracking, unable to truly escape. Able to lock onto specific scents, even if hours have passed and the potency had vanished, for most — Salvatore had stored quite the collection of scents, allowing him to identify properties specific for one individual.

• Taste: Amongst these elevated senses, taste proved rather instrumental in elevating both Salvatore's hunting and tracking, to unimaginable degrees. Capable of identifying the molecules, focusing upon one singular particle and sorting with his memories to locate people, utilising with his sense of smell. That alone made him quite efficient and one of the more skilled hunters, much like his father, developing this heightened sense first.

- Fangs: Whilst appearing normal, much like anyone else, another key feature of Salvatore's mutation is his elongated canine teeth, being completely retractable. Only becoming visible when utilising his more animalistic powers, whilst being able to pierce through flesh and bone, with ease, biting right through without much effort. Often used as his last resort or when control is lost, with devastating effects.

- Claws: Forming his most basic weapon, those claws were, much like those fangs, retractable and stronger than normal nail plates. Eviscerating clothes and flesh like mere paper, inflicting wounds which can prove quite severe, even holding the capacity to damage bones, on shocking levels. Easily tempered, his wrath normally ends with another being mutilated or much worse, depending upon Salvatore's mood.

- Enhanced Strength: Gained solely by mistake of The Institute's experiments, Salvatore's strength and raw power beyond previous extent, bestowing further potential. Strong enough to shatter ribs, crush bones and with those jaws, using fangs, dismembering victims with relative proficiency, though remains ground by some limitation. Unable to lift cars or buildings, restricting his aptitude with strength.

- Enhanced Speed: Another side effect began manifesting in Salvatore's sheer speed; whilst not moving fast than some speeding bullet, the male was capable of rushing and pouncing at incredible speeds, faster than most could react. This often comes into use between ambushing or combat, able to deliver swift, strong punches whilst carefully plotting his next move.

- Heightened Reflexes: While not entirely boosted like many, Salvatore's reflexes and reaction time have been slightly raised, this was often displayed during combat. Or, by combining senses, being ambushed. Reacting faster to attacks (whether dodging or returning them), catching falling objects and avoid bullets, though the latter can often be difficult, if not focused.

- Environmental Adaption: The most useful and often overlooked mutation was Salvatore's ability to adapt in extreme environments, outside of those forests he normally inhabits. Tolerating the lowest, arctic and intense heats, great plains of deserts whilst able to survive long periods without food or water, proving efficient despite those surroundings.

weaknesses

- Excessive Damage: Despite his remarkable healing factor, Salvatore's cellular regeneration has some limits and can be slowed, if continuous damage is dealt. This can overload his ability and leave wounds barely healing, slower while leaving some danger to this stamina, which can be utilised. Alas, this can backfire is precaution isn't taken before hand.

- Telepathic Attacks: With barriers holding back specific memories, Salvatore is still prone to psychic assaults, which can bypass all defenses and inflict unseen damage. Between forming intense hallucinations, stopping all motor skills or unleashing his more primal side, thus leaving him no longer in control, loose from that leash, that depended upon said attack.

- Sensory Overload: One of his more prominent Achilles' heels, Salvatore's enhanced senses had been rather susceptible to being overwhelmed, using various means in disrupting any planned attacks. Often, prolonged bouts can cause unconsciousness or intense confusion following these encounters, normally disrupting his balance, weakening his form. Alas, times to recover depend solely upon the severity in such blasting of senses.

- Memory Issues: Due to various tests, minor little advances and vast surgeries, Salvatore had lost quite the large portion of his memories — resulting in many blank spots, blocked beyond psychic walls. However, should they be broken or used against him, this may ultimately comprise the mutant's emotional state, leaving deep wounds opening to unresolved tensions.

- Carbonadium: Holding quite the specific structure, had this metal been introduced, either through digesting or injured with something comprising of it, Salvatore's healing factor would be drastically reduced. Not entirely capable of stopping it, though slowing this regeneration down and thus leaves stamina, along with durability weakened, requiring to simply disappear while attempting to purge that substance.

- Decapitation: While many could be used in simply leave Salvatore vulnerable, it has been widely theorised that decapitation and separating his head, could prove ultimately fatal. However, there has been no successful attempts or even experiments into this, leaving said question open, for now, unanswered by those whom attempted to attack Salvatore Creed.

Writer's notes

this page is dedicated to small, important details which shall pertain to salvatore creed and pieces of vital information, which will help explain my interpretations, plus small deviations from canon material!

- I'd like to tackle the most important detail: this account will contain content that is rather sensitive for some. This warning should not be taken lightly, since I've been plotting quite the heavy themes. Containing scenes of a mature nature, including, but limited to; violence, graphic depictions of gore, abuse (verbal, mental and physical), attempted suicide, obsessive behaviour, bleak portrayal of vigilantism, discrimination, cannibalism, mass murder, war crimes, surgical torture and child abuse. So, should any of these prove quite triggering, I do implore you, do not follow this account, for your own wellbeing!

- When following, I always look at one key feature before hitting that button — writing. Now, despite the pretty layouts and presentation, writing is far more important for constructing storyline, plus conveying the emotions required to captivated, or remain emotionally invested. Like everyone here, it's my right to pick who I follow or write with, so please do respect this, merely as the decision made by myself. I will always try to write with people I'm following, but know that not every character or proposed storyline meshes together, which can lead to creative differences.

- Following from the previous point, I am however quite open to discuss or plot specific storylines, which may lead crossovers, which I greatly encourage! Writing in different with characters from different fandoms or verses allows for Salvatore's different aspects to be explored, which is quite challenging, but I honestly enjoy that. I'm willing to play him with slower healing factor, feral mode or even focus upon his fugitive status! I will say, however, I will not be portraying his past or wishing to reveal that, unless plotted with someone first.

- How shall I approach shipping or content following this? I won't, simply put. I often try avoiding this particular and focus more upon character development, without using another as some key or anchor in furthering that. Having been burned many times in the past, I don't really feel comfortable or all that willing to try again, so please know this before approaching. Now, with sexual themes? While yes, such could happen, I want to make this abundantly clear — that shall not be my focus, anything on those lines with remain selective and quite restricted to messages. Alas, I prefer when mixed with some storyline, instead of someone randomly dropping in.

- There are many details missing from Salvatore's backstory, this has been done on purpose and I hope you understand, I've done this to keep some mystery, since it'll help make his journey more intriguing. That information will hopefully be shown through solos, allowing myself to trickle details and little pieces before finally unveiling certain key revelations to his character. Whilst keeping things held back, I can share some details which weren't added to his background and I hope this further flesh out the main continuity, which I created to build the world around Salvatore!

• Sabretooth, Victor Creed, is dead — resulting from his climatic battle with Wolverine, Sabretooth's healing factor was slowed down and swiftly beheaded, shortly after.

• Salvatore has received several psychic barricades, all which seal away large portions of his memory and has left him unable to remember specific events.

• The Institute continue to hunt Salvatore, publicly outing him as some dangerous and ruthless fugitive, alienating people while holding back his mutant status.

• However, they have passed his details to G.A.M. (God Against Mutants), an elite group of Christian fundamentalist, inspired by William Stryker's Purifiers, who also track him down.

• His most prized objects is always carried in his duffle bag, which is always safely stored and protected from anyone attempting to steal it, no matter what.

• Holding no affiliation with X-Men or Brotherhood of Mutants, Salvatore has remained under the radar, surviving without anyone finding him, without being outed.

- With the possibility of there being fight scenes, I'd like to make one thing abundantly clear: I will push for Salvatore to always walk away unscathed. Whilst his healing factor negates the chances of prolonged damage, I want fight scenes to be equally matched and written — without making Salvatore seem unbeatable. Let's make them brutal, but know I'm more than happy to have him receive much damage and should we discuss, I can tailor it to your preferences!

- Salvatore's 'feral' mode is highly inspired by the behaviour of tigers and further inspiration, this rather similar to Wolverine's berserker rage, whilst holding differing traits. Slipping into this state, there is struggles gaining control and returning to stop himself going too far, descending further into this ever faltering stability, returning to those instincts. I'd love to explore this battle in burying his animalistic side and overcoming what Victor had become, whilst helping others despite being mutant or human.

- Patience is key; whilst I can often send replies out with rapidly, depending upon my mood — muse isn't always strong, so please know there may be times were they are delayed. However, I'll always ensure my writing partners are sent any updates, since keeping some line of communication is key and hopefully able to keep them in the loop, while replies are written. Know this, any form of harassing to get replies will result in being unfollowed. This is not something I wish for, so respect my time is neither unlimited or able to be squandered.

- Following all this, I wanted to tackle the most important piece: I am merely here to have fun. Roleplay isn't real, so we should all simply relax and just try to write some good storylines, without pressuring ourselves. We are all simply trying to create, escape and build the worlds for exploration, while avoiding this outlet becoming somewhat of the overbearing chore. Finally, any constructive feedback would greatly help improve my writing and direction for Salvatore!

so, we have come to the end of our journey — thank you for those who came this far and honestly, i hope to write with many of you! upon that note, i only wish this was all informative and helps with explaining my character!
J~