About
The Story So FarBirthday: June 24.
Height: 5'8".
Weight: 154 lbs.
Blood Type: B.
Origin: USA.
Fighting Style: Ancient arts of combat and martial arts.
Hobbies: Touring and blowing up bases. Because that doesn't sound like fun, right there.
Favorite Things: The hat he received from Terry, and his motorcycle.
Likes: Driving gloves.
Dislikes: People who are quick to boast.
Special Skills: 3-on-3 Pickup (street basketball), also cooking--mainly thanks to Terry.
Nickname: The Noble Scion of an Odious Bloodline. What a compliment hidden in an insult.
There once was a terrible man by the name of Geese Howard. Geese Howard ruled over a town, ironically named 'Southtown'; he was a terrible crimelord, and powerful to boot. However, this story really isn't about him.
No, instead, it's all about his son. What son, you might be wondering? Well, you see, Geese Howard was married to a beautiful woman by the name of Marie Heinlein--despite her younger brother Kain's disapproval to the point of disownment.
Marie bore Geese a son. You'd think this would make the man proud, wouldn't you, being a father? Who knows. Maybe, somewhere in that dark heart of his, he was indeed happy. Or, maybe, he didn't care at all.
What is known, is that Marie and her dear son were not with the other member of their family. Was it Geese's fault? Did he really abandon them, as his son believed? Or was there more to it? Perhaps for the protection of he and his mother?
Who knows. Again, this story isn't about Geese or his marital status.
Rock; that was the little blonde-hair, red-eyed boy's name. Rock Howard. His mother was the one who raised him, and showered him in the love that he so desired. He was happy in her arms. The city that they lived in may have held sad and painful memories for him, but when he looked into his mother's smiling face, it all seemed to disappear...
He liked to draw pictures to occupy himself. He didn't make friends easy; but it didn't matter. He was too shy to really care. He was all right, sprawling out on the wooden floor with crayons and paper, lost in a fantasy world where everything was happy, or spending time with Marie and helping her out as the 'man of the house' he was growing into.
When he was eight years old, the world he'd come to know was shattered. His mother passed away from an illness he'd not know she'd had.
As one might expect, Rock did not go to his father's care. Instead, he found himself thrust into an orphanage, alone and heartbroken that the only person he'd ever had was now gone forever.
Two sets of stories continually swarmed in the boy's mind: one, of his infamous father. He wanted to meet the man. He wanted to see him, to touch him, to know that he was real. And, he wanted to know if it was true, that he was whom everyone claimed him to be, the 'King of Evil'.
The second story? One of a great man, with unrivalled strength and heart, who could take on any bleak odds with a hearty laugh. Borne in this very town, no less. A man who, incidentally, he would later come to find out shared a similar past as he. He wanted to meet this man, too, that he so idolized.
Well, Rock sought out his father a little too late. Geese was dead, supposedly at the hands of the little boy's hero; Terry Bogard. Funny how fate sometimes works...
He did get to meet Terry. More than that, Terry took him in! Some question why this was: could it have been Geese's final wish of Bogard? Was it purely Terry's decision, either from guilt that Geese had taken his life after their fight, or fear that Rock would grow up to become just like his biological father? You'd have to ask Terry that one.
A deadly combination of Geese's blood coursing through his veins and Terry's training over the years have forged Rock's abilities to astounding levels despite his age--mid-teens. Now, through all of his hard work, he is almost strong enough to rival Terry himself. His abilities are either variations of Terry's own moves, or Geese's.
But fighting isn't the only thing Rock is good at. His cooking skills are superb, probably due to Terry's own lack of culinary mastery. --Someone has to whip them up their meals, right? They can't just eat out every day. Imagine the bill! In his freetime, he also amuses himself with shooting hoops.
The two 'wolves' usually don't stay in one place for more than a few months at a time, if even that long. Traveling, at least for Rock, just feels...right.
Whenever they do wander back into Southtown for what ever reason, one thing the Howard bloodline-carrier makes sure to do is visit his mother's grave.
To say that he doesn't miss her would be an outright lie. Still...his days with Terry have been nothing but happy.
--Rock may be good-looking, but he's shy around the girls--and rightly so. How much experience do you honestly think he has dealing with them?
--At the end of Garou: Mark of the Wolves, Kain R. Heinlein reveals himself as Rock's uncle. Not only does that make Rock half-German, it also leaves the door open for Kain to take advantage of the young man with the one thing Rock has finally moved beyond--the death of his mother. According to Kain, his mother is... alive? As you can probably guess, Rock is taken in by this claim--though its falsety is a surefire bet.
--One thing that Rock can't stand, is being compared to Geese; be it as his son, or as a fighter. He is constantly demanding that he is not 'that man's' son. He is, and to quote, 'no Geese Howard.'
--He is oft'times addressed as Terry's 'little buddy'.
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Big sister, I sorta fell off the face of the earth.
I'm back for now.
X Hey... O.x Scion? >_- Have you visited... mom lately? Oo0;; X
< Sorry for all the faces. Rock's kinda twitchy at the moment. >