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~The Durand’s~Thierry Durand was born into a family of five brothers and one sister. He was the oldest and harshest treated. If his siblings did anything wrong or something the family would disapprove of he’d get the blunt and force of his family’s attacks. He fought it acted rebellious for a time but over the years he’d grown accustomed to the harsh beatings and verbal destruction that weakened his self esteem. Years past in his youth, he was bred into noble blood Versailles held it’s noble’s in tight line and he was meant to keep strong ties with the family. It only took a matter of time before he forced himself away from the family lines and set out on his own adventure.
~A new start~Thierry Durand escaped one night with a large sum of money escaping to the English isles. He was young but presentable easy enough to pass as a youthful teen surviving long enough on his own until he was captured and locked away. His memory is a little hazy from that time on but a few months later he woke up on Canadian soil. His face was beaten and bruised his clothes stained with blood. Thierry Durand, a fifteen year old boy, wandering the streets of Canada. That was until the Evan’s Family took him in. They were kind and caring, and he needed a lot of work. Manners in particular for the longest while he treated them as peasants and yet they never threw him out. Eventually Thierry felt guilty for not treating them better. Rain, his new sister, was a strange sort. But kind nonetheless always found a way to look out for him and keep him safe but he resented her kindness felt it left him weak. He could handle himself, he didn’t need help but deep down it felt good to be looked after, to be cared about.
~Spark and burn~Thierry and Rain were introduced to a camping trip something Thierry was less than excited about he was never much of the outdoors man but he’d read up on it enough to stay alive where most people would bash out their skulls looking for their last morsels of water, he felt he had a good chance and anyway to get rid of the guilt and probably Rain was good for him.
Upon their trip they were separated into groups. His tent he’d be sharing was with a guy named Jacques Seran. He had the look the charisma and everything that came into the mix.
Thierry knew this was going to be a rough week. The first night was something different he’d talked with Jacques and enough to say that the kid had something different about him. It wasn’t all about himself and some ideology of self gratification. In fact there was something deep to the man. Through that they became great friends, something Thierry needed very dearly.
Later on in the week the camp group split off. Luckily enough Thierry was placed with his new friend along with a few others; His "sister," Danielle, and Vanessa. The group set out on a canoe trip across the lake only to crash and grow seperated on the lake.
"oh shit I must be real fat right?"
"Very funny! Way to break the damn boat...now look at us!"
"Thanks I try" - small wink and walks off towards the island in a sure of himself tone , "maybe we should bundle together for warmth or something? you cold?"
*Swings head so her hair splashes him in the face and walks forward, chin up, in an equally cocky manner* "Don't be silly, I'm not cold." *wanders in the woods for 5 minutes....* "Okay, I'm coold, do something?!"
-follows at a close enough distance not to imply stalking- "Ok we'll do this" -slides an arm around her shoulder. "Better?" -small smile- "oh look!" points at a sunset conveiniently placed overhead
*tenses as he places an arm around her should, but then relaxes...smiles back at him* "Yah, thanks." *looks at sunset, then steals a glance at him* "Um...should we try to find our way back?" *snuggles in closer for more warmth*
"Sure..." -Walks for a little bit and steals a glance down- "You sure you don't want to get closer?" -adds in a playful laugh to imply his joking nature-
"Hmm?..." *Notices what he's looking at* "Hey!" *punches gently on the shoulder* "My face is up here!" *pushes him away and walks in a rage...falls down a muddy hill...get up* "Oh hey, I found the campsite!!"
~Separate roads~High school was over and from this point on the friends had to take their separate ways. They had to spread their wings and take a new direction with their life. For Thierry it was hard enough, his high school career was made up of his endless studies. They kept him away from his home life, it’s not like it was hard because it wasn’t its just his pride would not allow for him to ever seek happiness for being around them. He paid for his schooling on his own, a fine prestigious military college with all the perks. Within two years he was shipped out to active duty. What times they were in, when the young fought and died, luckily in this story he didn’t die.
~Blood Sweat and Tears~Thierry was shipped out to Panama at this point in time he was still in regular communications with Vanessa and the others back home through postcards but little other than that and they rarely came just about once every three weeks. The jungle’s were hell and eventually became a death zone for many a friend of his as he trekked the long voyages about the guerrilla entrenched marshlands. Two years and he’d gotten nowhere; the military’s efforts were for naught as they went searching for something powerful. Power was all they were after at the cost of human lives.
Finally they’d found it, the ruins of an ancient Mayan relic. On the canvas it was printed in the text: 2012. The impending doom was upon them and Thierry for the first time since his youth felt doom approaching upon him. Behind his flanks stood some fifty troops ready to take him to his court marshal for setting eyes upon the relic.
‘LIVE’ Came and airy breath from the relic.
Thierry awoke from a dark sleep two hundred miles away stained in blood running at top speed through the jungle.
~The pieces come together~Thierry Durand was now twenty-eight a good six years since the incident as he returned home. No letters this time just the familiar smell of pine in the driveway as a beat-up Black Camero rested in the driveway of the Evan’s house. He however wasn’t home he was off at the lake where they had all met. He waited there till they all decided to make a school, something low-key for him and safe for the others now the only way was to get funds.
Thierry walked into the bank early Thursday afternoon. Within thirty minutes of his arrival he was surrounded by policemen and a sturdy armed General holding an execution license in his hand.
“Now you only have two choices here.”
Thierry chose his life and got the school, though not quite the one he’d bargained for…
~Teaching....fun~Thierry had never been a very good student so he'd never expected himself to be a very great teacher; so rather than build upon what elder teachers had taught him in the past Thierry resorted to his own criticizing cynicism that slowly decayed his students minds. Though they learned it was from aback, lurking away at the back of the rooms. It wouldn't be long before the military once again intervened in Thierry's life. Their forceful bludgeons took Thierry once again away from all he knew. Now once again out in the world he was granted a head master's position at the newly made Public High School #774.
~So it begins....again~As Thierry starts again, far more broken then before he settled out as the newest addition to the school, the watchful eye of the military force beading down over his neck.
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