Killer of Killers

Skaar rarely got to travel in the day. The night when he was up and about, it was when his father was sleeping and gave him the opportunity to sneak out -- so, really, it was his only chance. As he walked around the park, sipping at his juice he’d brought from home, enjoying the stars and cool breeze, he was surprised to find himself nearly attacked. By magic, of all things. He’d told his father that magic was a problem here. 

He dodged expertly, though the ball of energy did scratch along his side. It was healed by the time he landed thanks to his mother’s old power surging through him. Green eyed darted towards the other and his broadsword appeared in his hand. “You dare attack me, puny human?” 

When Skaar came almost skidding towards him, he tweaked the blast on the device. “Not so much magic. Repulsor tech borrowed from Tony.”

FULL NAME: Skaar. Banner is added for paperwork on Earth.

ALIAS: N/A.

DATE OF BIRTH: Late 2017.

AGE: Four-years-old. Appears late-teens, maybe early-twenties.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Sakaar. He doesn’t despise it, but he has no wishes to return.

OCCUPATION: 'Student’.

MARITAL STATUS: Single.

SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATIONS: Unknown. He hasn’t explored that, yet.

GENDER IDENTITY: Male.

RELIGION: N/A.

TWO :: RELATIONSHIPS

THEIR PARENTS : Skaar speaks to his mother in his head from time to time, and he cares for her deeply, but he doesn’t know her on a too-personal level. His father, he’s becoming closer to as he’s taking care of him on Earth and helping him adapt.

THEIR SIBLINGS : He has a brother, Hiro-Kala, who he only remembers briefly, but misses greatly as his twin.

THEIR SIGNIFICANT OTHER : N/A.

ANY CHILDREN ? WHO IS THE OTHER PARENT ?: N/A.

ALLIES : Their father is technically the only person he knows on such a level. 

ENEMIES : None, at the moment. He’s bound to make enemies.

THREE :: ON THE SURFACE

HEIGHT: 5′3. 6′6 in Hulk-form.

WEIGHT: 105 lbs. 400 lbs in Hulk-form.

EYE COLOR: Green.

HAIR COLOR: Black.

BODY BUILD: Slim.

PROMINENT FEATURES (SCARS, FRECKLES, ETC.): Grey skin.

GENERAL HEALTH: Healthy as an ox. Eats like one, too.

FOUR : IN DEPTH

HABITS: Bad habits are probably sneaking off from his father, and good would be his dedication to his training.

ABILITIES: Hulk-form, summoning his broadsword, old power.

HOBBIES: He enjoys learning a bit more than he lets on, but he isn’t going to give his father the satisfaction.

MORNING ROUTINE: He has a lot of energy, so as soon as he’s awake, his training starts and it usually doesn’t end until he drops into bed.

NIGHTLY ROUTINE: He enjoys trying to read human fairy-tales before bed.

SKILLS: He’s a skilled fighter.

FIVE :: MISCELLANEOUS

SURVIVAL STATUS : He survived the snap and showed up not too long after on Earth.

THEME SONG: I’m Just A Kid -- Simple Plan.

DESERT ISLAND: Skaar hasn’t really seen any movies, so plots for a movie-friend!

STRENGTHS: Determined, hard-working, prepared.

WEAKNESSES: Temperamental, reckless, hard-headed.

MBTI / JUNG PERSONALITY TYPE: ESTJ.

GAME OF THRONES HOUSE: Lannister.

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor.

his knuckles are caked in blood but there is no longer any evidence of a fight, the wounds healing before they could pain him. his anger usually got the best of him and for now logan was hanging outside a bar late at night, smoking a cigarette watching the crowds pass — what he’d give to be anywhere else, god maybe even back in the cold canadian winters would be better than this. at least it was quiet. being the infamous wolverine got very old, very quick.

The way his father described a bar had been very misleading for Skaar. He’d managed to stumble his way in. Not many, he would come to learn, had the guts to say no to a grey-skinned... thing. No matter the age they looked. It was more likely he wouldn’t be engaged until the cops arrived to arrest him. But, he hadn’t gotten that far. It was a lesson for another night. They’d given him a drink. It was disgusting and had him throwing the bottle offensively away, spitting it carelessly atop the counter. Now that got him grabbed and thrown out.

He was ready to fight as soon as he hit the ground. He rolled and stood up, glaring at the burly man who’d been the security for the place. But, his mind was suddenly distracted by the smell hitting his nose. He turned towards the second offense for the night, eyeing the man with the fired stick between his fingers.

“That... stinks,” he claimed boldly, dramatically covering his nose as if the man had been blowing it in his face, which was not the case. 

Skaar hadn’t even covered a portion of the city around him. Humans were so fascinating. They were small and cared little for proving their strength. Some had powers, others were oblivious. The ones who stared at him in wonder and freight were among the oblivious, he reckoned. Most avoided him and he never approached them. He wasn’t sure how big or small Earth could be, and he couldn’t chance one of them knowing his father and word getting back to the man.

So, the words startled him from where he stood. Quickly turning and a small part of him fearing to see his father, he was pleasantly surprised to find a man who was definitely not his father sitting there. No one else was around, which meant he was either talking to Skaar or... someone Skaar couldn’t see. But, he’d be able to sense a energy-field for the last one.

He moved to crouch down in front of the man, bare toes pressing into the ground as he held himself up with them. “Are you using one of those gadgets to communicate with your kind far away?” he wondered curiously. 

Once outside and in a safe clearing, Bruce pulled a device to release a legion of various training bots. “I know you have fought these numerous times, but I have programmed these to counter your fighting style. Every attack you have done thus far could possibly be used against you, so you must adapt. Understand?”

Without waiting for a response, he set the bots to attack mode and stood back to watch Skaar’s moves.

Skaar reluctantly followed his father outside to the clearing. When the same strange, beeping beasts appeared, he almost groaned. Until his father explained the difference. He’d trained them with something else in mind, to provide a bigger challenge. His hand moved out and summoned his broadsword, sending it swinging across into one of the bots that came flying at him. 

Once that one was destroyed, his broadsword disappeared and he leaped towards a pair, slamming his fist into the ground. While it didn’t give the effect it would had he been in his Hulk form, it did create quite the break and send the two bots flying. Only to have one of them shoot rockets towards the break and send him flying back. 

He hit the ground, rolling a bit to land in front of his father, who he glared up at. “You didn’t say they had fire magic.”

“We can get you to training grounds now.”

Skaar gave his father a look at the words. He’d yet been able to explore Earth outside the walls his father provided for him. And, he was getting impatient. He was a formidable warrior. He’d been training for it since birth, even before he knew how to talk he could slay even the largest of beasts. He didn’t need training. He needed to learn his surroundings. He wanted to see what made this puny planet so important to his father’s puny form. “You’ve found me a worthy opponent?”

“Because you are not currently killing any beasts. You are among humans and you have to fit in.”

“Father, I’m grey,” Skaar found himself revealing the fact to the man for the umpteenth time. He wasn’t going to fit in here. He was of Sakaar, a prince of the planet. He would one day go home to rule. He was never meant to fit in on Earth nor make it his home. But, he felt something keeping him here. A strange feeling that he felt around the man before him. He hadn’t figured out what that was, yet, but he figured learning to be a human would help him discover a word for it. “Can I go outside now?”

“You have the zeroes and ones multiplication now. Twos are next on the list.”

Skaar wasn’t sure why he had to know all of this. His purpose on Earth had been made clear by his mother: he was to be a hero. Slay the evil from Earth, he was a killer of killers. He didn’t need to know that two plus two was four and seven times seven was fourteen --

wait, he was pretty sure that was wrong.

“Two times one is two, but two plus one is three. It makes no sense, how can something change so much because of one word?” he asked with furrowed brows. “That’s one whole more than before. If I kill a beast, there’s a big difference between one and two beast, why does times and plus increase the number by one whole slay?” he asked in distress. Which happened a lot. He wasn’t good with this whole... learning thing. “Why must I endure this again?”