Prince of Hate

Introducing the Prince

Marco was born on December 13th, 1969. Born in the kingdom of Ariases. His cruel father, Jacob Mitchell, also known as King Jacob IV. His neglectful, sadistic, self centered mother, Marissa Mitchell, also known as Queen Marisa II. Marco was neglected by his parents his whole life and he never got along with the other kids, he was nice at first but the cruel behavior everyone treated him with made him isolated and depressed, he usually looked mad. He had fluffy, curly mullet hair that was brown, beautiful, tired eyes that were green-ish hazel-ish. He had beautiful, caramel skin with black painted nails. He wore a black shirt with 3 white buttons and a white collar on the shirt. Black jeans and a black jean jacket and grey shoes. His wardrobe was mostly grey, white, and black due to his style and he wore dark colors to blend in. He didn't like being seen, he suffered from ADHD, PTSD, Social anxiety, and depression. His mother and father made him depressed and gave him the PTSD. The PTSD also came from watching his little brother get hit by a car, his name was James. James sadly did not make it. James was around 5 when he got hit and Marco was 8. Marco didn't have any friends, sadly. He was awesome at drawing, but that was never acknowledged. Today was September 16th, 1983. Marco was now 15 years old. He woke up and looked around, then he rubs his eyes. "Mmm..." he grunts. His dog who he named Regalo, meaning "gift" in Spanish. Regalo was the reason that Marco was kind of mentally stable. "Morning Regalo!" He says while smiling. Regalo's tail wags with happiness as she jumps on him. Marco laughs as he pets Regalo. "Love you too buddy..." he said while chuckling softly, he had a soft voice, like it came from an angel. Then, the maid walks into his room, she was really sweet to him but she wasn't a communicator. "Good morning, Prince Marco." She said. Marco slightly smiles and Regalo gets off of him. "You can just call me Marco, Angela." Angela smiles and nods* "Alright...well your mother told me to tell you that breakfast is ready..." Angela said with a faint voice, she usually would cut out the majority of what his mother would actually tell Angela to tell Marco, Marco already knew though. "Thanks..." Marco replied. He gets up from his bed as Angela walks out. Angela was a woman in her mid 30's who was very sweet. She had known Marco his whole life. Angela had straight, dirty blonde hair with hazel eyes and milky colored skin. As Marco sat up, Regalo, who was a white, pit bull terrier, jumps off his bed and goes to find her dog toys. Marco gets up from his bed and looks in the mirror, chuckling. "My hair is a mess..." he said to himself. He grabs his brush and brushes back into his curly mullet, then heading down for breakfast. His father was being the usual cruel person he was, was sitting on a throne as he had 4 different people paint his portrait, and his mother was drinking wine first thing in the morning. His mother, Marissa, had blue eyes and brown, straight yet fluffy hair and milky white skin. "Ugh...Little brat..." Marissa mutters under her breath. "Whatever." Marco said as he goes to sit at the table. Today's breakfast was just toast, eggs, bacon, and French toast. After he ate he went back to his room and got dressed. "Man...I kinda wish that I had someone by my side, it be nice." He said to himself. "Angela and Regalo are cool, but I just..." he sighs. He pets Regalo and puts his shoes on before leaving the palace, he left a note for the other maid, Veronica, to feed and water Regalo. When he leaves the palace, he's greeted by the same looks as usual from everyone in town, nobody ever bowed down to him, he didn't care, he just kinda wished that he wasn't always greeted with glares and dirty looks. Little kids usually were scared of him, he was like 6'3 at 15, but really he was what they called a gentle giant. But no, people wouldn't try to know him, and plus, he had social anxiety so regardless it was hard for him to communicate with others anyways. He goes to his usual place where he'd sit under a comfortable tree and read a book. All was going well until a kid came up to him. The little boy looked around 9 or 10, he was 4'9 and had blue eyes and blonde hair, his skin was caramel colored. "Excuse me, sir." The little boy said. Marco froze for a second before speaking, his voice was faint due to his anxiety rising. "Y..yeah?" Marco replied. The little boy responded with tears welling up in his eyes. "I-I can't find my mom." Marco felt bad for the little boy so he closed his book and stood up, smiling at the little boy. "It's alright, I help you find her...can I know what she looks like?" Marco asked. The little boy nods. "She's tall, has blonde hair and green eyes, and she wears a blue dress with flowers." The little boy said, describing his mother. Marco nods. "Ok, come with me, I'll help you find her." The little boy nods and smiles, wiping away his tears and following Marco. "So, what's your name, Mister?" The little boy asked, walking besides Marco. "Marco, my name is Prince Marco, but you can call me Marco or Mark." Marco responded. The little boy smiles. "Cool! My name's Conner." The little boy said. "Nice." Marco responds. The two walk to find his mom. About 25 minutes later they found Conner's mom, and Conner runs to her smiling. "Mommy!" Conner says while running to her, his mother picks him up and smiles. "Where were you?!" His mother asked worryingly, noticing Marco standing in front of them. "That nice man right there helped me find you!" Conner said as he pointed at Marco. The second the mother saw Marco she gave him a disgusted look before turning away. Conner didn't notice it and waves goodbye to Marco. "Bye Mister Marco!" Marco smiles and waves bye. "Bye...." Marco looks at the book in his hands before heading back to the palace. His father was ordering around the maids, yelling at them, Marco, being the sweetheart he is, stood up for them. "Dad quit yelling at them for the love of god! They are just tryna do their job!" Marco shouts. Jacob, Marco's father, slaps him across the face. "Don't you dare tell me what to do you horrible mistake!" Marco rolls his eyes and goes up to his room, tears welling up in his eyes. "God, I hate him." He sighs, his dog, Regalo, was peacefully sleeping in his dog bed. Marco goes to his bed and lays down, then falling asleep.