Venth, Fort, the shipwreck that takes you down

[Fort Venth]

Name: Fort Venth
Age: 20 (January 11th, 3552)
Gender: Male

History: Fort Venth was born on one of the coldest days in Venusian history. To say that it was cold period would be a lie, since even the chilly days on the golden planet are sun-kissed and too warm for most visitors and some of its inhabitants. And, during the quiet that day in the markets, his mother went into labour.

He was born the child of a former Martian sex slave and one Tonauac Venth, he was the product of his mother having asked for a night with the man she accredited with her freedom. She hadn't lived in the Venth household very long at all, but having just turned eighteen (and having been in the slave circle for so many years beforehand), she had felt herself ready.

Six months after that, Fort came wailing into the world. The first thing she made any comment of, before following Martian tradition and passing out for a solid three hours, was that he had the loudest set of lungs she had ever heard on a baby, of which, she had had a few. This was to be the only one who was still there when she woke up, swathed in a fresh blanket and quieted by his father.

His only sister at the time, Amina, demanded that he be named Fort when her opinion on the matter was asked - and, with all three parents agreeing that it was a good name, so he was from then on. The first few years of his life were spent in relative peace, with the boy who was born shortly after him out of Amina's own mother being named Cress. It took a while for the half-blooded boy to grow, his siblings passing him by quick. By the time he was five, he scarcely came up to Amina's shoulder, and nevermind how he fared next to Cress, who was months younger. He didn't let it deter him, oftentimes asking for roughhouse in the form of play.

He got along well with his Martian siblings, too, always aware that he was part them, part his father. His mother, though her health had long since begun to fail, was proud of him, turning into the social butterfly his older sister was around the house. He was certainly not quiet by any means, even then adapting well to the sounds that his heritage allowed him to make. He played best with the new children, however. Even at a young age, Fort took it upon himself to make sure that those former sex slaves being brought into their home felt welcomed and accepted.

Though he grieved the loss of his mother a year later, he did not allow himself to be destroyed by it. He was sad, of course he was sad. And he allowed himself the time to be sad, because, even at six, he knew that he was entitled that much. His father said that she'd had a hard life before. After watching other Martians die even younger, he could only be thankful he'd been allowed the time he had been with her.

When he came back from that event, he had gained a quiet to him, and a couple of inches. Though he was still loud in voice and big in personality, he was no longer absolutely wild. He seemed a bit more serious, responsible, especially when compared to the foolish son they'd had before.

He still played. He still helped his siblings as they needed it, and he still went to school and made sure that none of them got picked on (or else). But regardless, he powered on. He grew bigger than Mi eventually, and then a bit bigger still. He added in his need to burn off the too much energy he had with weight lifting and running, and built muscle like nobody's business. And through it all, he was just a pretty normal brother.

Fort remembers the day Tal came home with Amina as one of the best in his life. Though he didn't hug her (she seemed too afraid of him), he stood and smiled and introduced himself, loud as ever, and offered her a house tour. Or food. Or anything else she'd want. It was much the same when Han came in later.

Those two, though, they bonded fast and hard. Thick as thieves, he'd heard Cress remark one year, snide as ever. He hadn't bothered to dignify that with any kind of response, simply smiling and continuing on with his brother. He was partially devastated when, as Mi turned eighteen, he left with her for Earth. He'd known it was coming the whole year, and made each of them a bracelet to take with them. He didn't expect them to keep or wear them, because facing facts, he wasn't all that great at making things - but it had been the only thing he could think of doing that wasn't straight up crying in front of them.

In their absence, Cress rose to be the driving force of the house. He had almost never noticed his slightly-younger brother before, if only because he kept to himself so damn much. But without Amina around to lead, it became a near-instant battle for dominance between he and Fort, a battle the latter had never intended to get into. As they aged, Cress became worse. Some of the girls around the house whispered rumours that he had touched them, stating that if they spoke up, they'd be sent back to auction. Some of the boys said the same. Fort had to watch them all harder, and as their numbers grew, that job became more difficult.

Stress aged him, immensely. He had his first need for an actual doctor's visit just before he was due to graduate from high school, going into cardiac arrest during a routine math class. His pill dosage was upped and he was, thankfully, brought back and ordered bed rest for the next couple of weeks. He still graduated.

He still failed to keep his siblings safe.

If you asked him to this day, he couldn't say, exactly, how he knew that the Alliance was right for him, or why they'd picked him when he (taking on Mi's job in her absence and combing the streets for those who would place well in their home) had been approached about joining. All he knows is that it became another part of him, a second life that happened to coincidence with things he already wanted.

And conflicted directly with Cress' announcement that he had gotten a Regime job a week later, under the guise of 'doing some right from the inside'. He hopes his parents saw through it - knows they must have seen through it - and vowed to throw himself into the Alliance harder still. He was new, sure, but he could still do something. The missions were little bit more dangerous than his parents might have preferred, but under the guise of hunting siblings, he found himself out and about more often than not.

College student by day, good brother by choice, and an Alliance spy, hitman, interrogator, whatever they pleased, by night. It was a difficult two years, doing all of that and keeping Cress under constant watch. Now, though, his world is changing again, just when he finally got the hang of things.

The Venusian House of Ten member, an aged woman, passed away three weeks prior to his sisters and brother coming home to visit. Two weeks before that, Fort was asked to assume her position. He accepted. Which meant? A move to Earth.

And that's how Fort Venth wound up living on his sister's couch.

Personality: Fort is a lot of what you would expect. He's large for a Martian, small for a Venusian. One would think that being torn between two worlds would make him a confused or suffering individual. Instead, as he would hope any of his family members or friends in the Alliance might tell you, it's only made him stronger. Though he needs to take heart pills, and be mindful that a solid hit to the ribs will break him, he's still sturdier than your average guy - and acts the part.

He likes to smile and laugh, though is primarily a fairly serious guy. He understands Martians and Venusians alike, and though he's never been to the red planet itself, he feels like he has been with some of the things he's heard. Communication is important to him - he believes that you need to ask to be told the truth, and be unafraid of poking around. It's important to never get complacent and just accept an antisocial Martian (or antisocial anyone) as that. Most people, he has learnt, will open up if you work on them steadily.

He's unafraid to take on challenges, regardless of their size. Anything that threatens his mission or family is met with the less-than-pleasant half of him, all boiling rage and muscle. The vast majority of people just meet an alright guy, willing to help a woman struggling with her groceries or socialising the new Martian kids at the house out on the streets of Venus, where he can keep a good eye on them.

He's sharp enough in school, but he's never been one to make the best grades. He likes intelligence, just isn't necessarily the most book-smart of people. But what he lacks there, he makes up for in common sense. Though he loves hugs and showing people affection, he reads body language well, and knows when to keep his distance. He's very non-confrontational, and actually kind of hates fighting. If he can avoid it, he will.

Do not take that to mean that he isn't stubborn or won't stand up for the things he does believe in, however. He isn't afraid to speak his mind, and he forms solid opinions of people very quickly. If he decides that you're a threat to his, see the above: you will be removed.

Fort loves animals, however, and would never harm them for anything. He particularly likes horses, though he's never seen them in anything but movies. One of his greatest aspirations is to someday have one of his very own. To do that, however, he might need to get a job. And between school, needing to move planets, and his position in the Alliance? It doesn't seem like that'll be happening anytime soon. Maybe he'll get a cat instead.

He trusts the people his family trusts, as a general rule - everybody else has to earn it. Trust is hard to build with him, but super easy to lose. That's probably important to remember.

Physical Description: Fort is big. It goes without saying that he's built far more like a Venusian than a Martian, since he's all muscle and height. Mind you, the teeth leave little question as to the other half of his ancestry, large and wolfish in his mouth (minus the four on top, and four on bottom in the very front, which he keeps filed flat). He smiles often, at least, he does around his family. That said, he looks like a pretty happy, healthy guy. Not much more anyone could ask for from him.

He inherited the tanned skin and pheromones from his father; the grey, almond-shaped eyes and black hair from his mother. He's an even mix of the two races, standing around 5'10". Though he's shorter than his full brother, he's certainly the tallest of the half-breeds roaming around the Venth house. He likes to maintain his body, because he's taken it upon himself to be a bit of a protector. The eldest in Amina's absence (the eldest that cares, that is), he spends his time getting the others comfortable in the outside world, acclimating them to the heat on Venus. His tan makes a lot more sense when you think about it that way.

Though he's not terribly fashionable, he does his best. He sticks to clothing he thinks his family won't lynch him for, and proudly advertises himself as a Venth with the ring on his left hand. It's the only piece of jewellery he'll allow himself to wear. Though his is just a simple chunk of two-finger silver with the emerald twisted into the side he keeps on his ring finger, he likes it. It's simple, like him. Still the two-finger ring of a true heir to the Venth family, but certainly not as lavish as those sported by his siblings. It's a lot like him - just kind of there.
Play-By: Taylor Lautner

Roleplaying Sample: Not this time, I don't think.
How'd You Find Us?: CREATORRRR. lololol it's Jade.

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