Bannaconni, Jacob

[Jake Bannaconni]

hey, F O X X !, lets go already!
but people call me Foxx, Foxxy, Kali, Silver, Daisy, Red, Roxxy, umm...yeah that's it.
you can find me [e-mail]
you found us at I made the site.
i play Liza 'elizabeth' Solmen

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« name Jacob Bannaconni-no middle name-
« nickname Jake
« gender male
« age 25
« species Leopard Person
« group Rancher
« job Rancher
« sexuality Straight as a board

why does it matter what i look like?
i'm beautiful...right? don't you lie to me

« hair black
« eyes greenish yellow
« skin tanned and muscles
« scars do I even have to say it? COVERED
« tattoos hell no
« flaws if I do you wont find out
« height 6'4 maybe I don't check
« weight 160 as human and who wants to try and weigh me as a leopard? That's what I thought

aren't i a nice person?
even though i'm a bitch in person?

« likes
revenge
being left alone by the press
exploring a new property he's bought
coffee
being in control of everything
ruining his parents
being right
sex
scaring people
making women crawl back to him
« dislikes
sleep
Disloyalty
Things not going his way
His parents -or as he calls them, the 'enemies'-
being pestered about his life by the press
jerks/bitches/assholes/pricks, ect.
knowing that he'll never find his soul mate
his other half
being a wereleopard
his whole fucking life it goes on
« goals I already have everything
« secrets Hmmm... he's a wereleopard for starters?
« fears He wont find his soul mate other wise, nothing
« annoyances A damn hell of a lot of things
« weaknesses Nothing I'd tell you
« strengths Revenge, his job, withstanding pain, a lot more.
« turn ons Hot body, clean, moaners, clothes that hug their skin.
« turn offs Sluts, women who crawl back to him for more, poor hygiene, playing hard to get when they clearly want to be caught

so you know me
do you like what you know?

« parents Cathy and Ryan Bannaconni
« siblings nope
« kin who knows?
« pets nope, he's got cattle and horses though
« hometown LA, California
« heritage American, South American, Wereleopard
« history(note:: this is almost word for word from Christine Feehan's Book 'Burning Wild')

First Year

His environment was warm and cozy. He wasn't alone. He could hear the other-his sub-conscious self- inside him, whispering soft little growls and encouragement. The need for freedom, the promise of a life that would be better. And then squeezing came, hard shoves, the walls of his cocoon closing around him, twisting in waves to push him out, to expel him from the warmth of his home into cold air and bright lights. At once scents assailed him. He couldn't sort out all the different smells, but his subconscious could. Blood. People. Hospital. The other remembered scents when he didn't.

He felt hands on him, shaking him, poking, a sharp prick. He pried open his eyes and looked around his new environment.

"My god Ryan, he looks like a skinned rat. He's so ugly. He's skinny and useless to us." The voice was resentful, filled with loathing.

He understood the words, or maybe the other did, but he knew the woman was talking about him. He looked like a rat. And a rat wasn't good, not if that voice meant anything.

"Shh, Cathy," another voice cautioned. "Someone will hear."

"We can't take it home with us."

"We can't leave it here," the deeper voice said.

"On the way home, I'm finding a Dumpster," the higher-pitched voice hissed. "I'm not getting stuck with that ugly thing."

"Don't be ridiculous, Cathy," Ryan said. "We can't take a chance that we'll be caught. We'll take him home and hire someone to look after him. You'll never have to look after him. You'll never have to see him."

"This is your fault. Daddy warned me not to marry you. He said your genes weren't strong enough to produce one of the special ones. I didn't want to get pregnant and have that thing growing in my body, but you insisted I had to carry it. Now you deal with it."

"Fine. I'm naming him Jake, after your Grandfather." There was malice in Ryan's voice. Your father never did think I was good enough, and he won't like having my whelp named after his father instead of him."

"Name it any damn thing you want, just keep it away from me."

The hatred and loathing in the cold voice gave the infant-named Jake Bannaconni- chills, but he refused to cry.

Second Year

The sharp pointed shoe caught Jake in the stomach and he doubled over. He should have been faster. He had the reflexes. His subconscious warned him, but he had wanted to be held, had gone looking for her. She was his mother, after all. The mothers on the television and out in the play yard held their sons, but she kicked him hard, her voice screaming for Agnes.

"Get this horrid brat out of my sight. Ugly little rat." Cathy yanked him up by one arm, held him dangling in the air to beat him with her stiletto heel, smashing the shoe into him over and over, his face, his belly, his groin, his thighs, anywhere she could land a blow on his squirming body. Rage and hatred fused together on her cold face.

Deep inside, he felt something wild unfurl, and his fingers curled under as did his toes. The other hissed to him, cautioned him: Take it. Let her hit you. Hide what you are. She wants what you are. Hide. Hide. He breathed away the fire building in his belly and the itch running under his skin.

Mommies weren't like this on the television or in the movies. There was no cuddling. There were no hugs and kisses. Slaps and kicks were all he would get from his mother. He watched her on the television sometimes, at the parties and fundraisers. She looked so different, smiling for the cameras, clinging to Ryan's arm, stroking his face as if she loved him so much. But behind closed doors there was cruelty and hatred and deceit from both of them. Over time, they taught him to separate fantasy from reality.

Fifth Year

"We absolutely can't keep a governess, or whatever you call that woman, who beats the crap out of our kid. She put out cigarettes on him," Ryan complained. "There are burn marks on his hands. Sooner or later one of the tutors will see and report it."

Jake stayed quiet, very still. He'd perfected the art of sliding silently into a room without their knowledge and listening to the conversation. Most of what they said was still over his head-discussions about business and taking over companies- but he understood the basic truth that lay at the foundation of everything. Money was important. Power was important. They had it and he needed it. Agnes wasn't putting cigarettes out on him. Cathy was. Her lovers did sometimes, just to please her. She could make them do anything she wanted no matter how cruel or humiliating. He knew them by sight, by scent, and someday he would ruin them. Money. Power. That was what they had and he needed.

"Nobody cares Ryan," Cathy said, annoyed with the conversation.

"Someone is going to see those burns and a reporter will get a hold of it. We'll be front-page news." Ryan swung around, pointing a finger at her, his voice hardening. "I'll lets you do what you want within reason, Cathy, but you aren't going to ruin us with your senseless little games."

Cathy stabbed her cigarette into the tray. "Realyy?" Both eyebrows shot up. A crafty expression crossed her face and Jake's stomach tightened. "We might get great publicity, Ryan, if we can work it out right. Our little boy beaten and abused by a trusted member of our household. Tears in front of the camera, me leaning on you. We photograph so well with each other. A close up of our child in the hospital looking frail and broken. We could run with that for a long time. I could set up charity events for battered children, it would open up more possibilities for us getting more press."

"Agnes would be prosecuted and put in jail. She knows a lot about us," Ryan said.

"Don't be stupid. If we do this, Agnes will have to disappear."

"Cathy you can't be serious."

"Don't be such a sniveling coward, Ryan. Do you think I'm gonna let her talk to the police? Or the Press? Hardly," she said with a roll of her eyes.

Ryan looked at Cathy with something feral and predatory in his eyes. "We have a pretty good arrangement, my dear, but perhaps you need another lesson in respecting your husband."

Jake felt his heart hammering loudly. He'd never considered his father to be dangerous, but that look, that small movement, just a flexing of muscles, showed that beneath the seeming apathy, Ryan was every bit as cruel as Cathy, or even more so. He'd given himself away.

Cathy pushed a hand threw her hair. "No, no, of course not, honey. I'm sorry."

She was genuinely afraid. Jake, hidden as he was, could scent her fear permeating the room.

The tension drained from Ryan and he forced a smile, but his eyes were flat cold. "How are you going to keep a kid from talking?"

Cathy visibly relaxed, and, even in the shadows, Jake felt the impact of evil. "He wont talk. I can guarantee that. I have to plan this very carefully. We need a few warning signs, somethings we can have on record that we discussed with the doctors, expressed our concerns, but no one can substantiate." She rubbed her hands together. "This is good, Ryan. Maybe that skinny little rat will be worth something to us after all."

This was not good for him. Instinctively he knew something wrong was going on. He took his eyes away from them to peer down at his hands. The burn marks glimmering ever so slightly in the tiny bit of light he had. He'd let her and her lovers burn him. He'd let her think he was a weak little rat shoved in a room with no one to love or to love him. Well the last part was what was happening, but he'd learned to slip away and listen in on conversations, like right now.

He had to be smart about it. Mark himself to remind himself of this occasion. He had to beat them with his brains. When he was certain he was finally alone, he got up and found his way to his room, pulling out a knife and slowly drew it over his thigh, making the first of many marks to prove to himself, to remind himself, that he had deliberately taken their punishment, that he had allowed it.

Sixth Year

Jake watched helplessly as Cathy and Ryan killed Agnes. They took tremendous pleasure in it. And they hurt her for a long time before they killed her. He was tied up and forced to watch as they systematically beat her to death the woman who had raised him. Agnes had been cruel at times and apathetic at others, but at least she'd taken care of him. He knew what was coming next, because Cathy had told him what would happen to him. She'd smiled when she'd told him.

When they were through beating him, Jake spent the next two weeks in the hospital, and he never onces denied the allegations brought against his former nanny. She'd disappeared after viciously beating their son, Cathy and Ryan claimed.

They faked everyone out. Supporting fundraisers and hitting air time as much as she could. Everyone believed her, not because of the evidence of Jake's body, but because of her money and her power. She could manipulate anyone she wanted. He needed those skills now.

Eighth Year

Cathy was nervous and upset. Jake Fenton, her grandfather, was coming for another visit. He always insisted on talking alone with Jake. She obviously despised that idea.

They would talk long hours about nothing and everything. It was the best moment so far.

Tenth year

Jake discovered information on stocks. Ryan was extremely intellegent and adept at finding other people's weaknesses. Jake spent his time learning about sex, muscles, stock, money, power, and everything. Building up his one man army right under his parent's noses.

Thirteenth year

"He's useless Cathy," Joshia Trent said as he pushed at Jake, who fell over purposefully. "I told you not to try to have kids with that gutless wonder."

"He's no better than your child I hear," she growled out.

"At least she'll be able to bear whelp eventually," he said.

Jake disappeared when Trent dismissed him. He hid nearby to listen in intently.

"We need a shifter," Trent said. "Someone who has the nose and cunning to figure it out."

A shifter?! At last Jake knew what they were after. He had to find the meaning, figure out what it was.

"Maybe we should give it a try?" she asked smirking to him alluringly.

"Not if this is the kind of whelp you produce," he said, Joshia Trent pretty much bolted out the door. Jake's subconscious hissed at him as the door nearly slammed all the way back into Jake. Jake backed up. Cathy stalked out of the room. Angrily she looked at Jake. She was fuming mad. She went to kick him but he dodged her accidentally, and much too quickly. That sent her aflame and Jake was gone before she could get another chance.

"What did he say?" Ryan asked.

"Useless! Utterly useless!" she growled out and stalked off.

Someone gripped his pajama shirt in the middle of the night. The tight masculine grip was his father's as he and Cathy walked him down to the cellar. Tying his drowsy, but now full aware, body and began to cut and torture him.

"Enough," Ryan said after several hours of torture. "ENOUGH!" Ryan said to Cathy and gripped her arm that held a knife. The knife sliding deeply across his chest, but not deep enough.

Cathy jabbed Jake once more before leaving with Ryan.

Jake grabbed his knife that was stuck in his shoe and cut himself loose. His muscles contorted. The itch increased as something moved under his skin. His fingers ached, his knuckles throbbed. He looked at his hands where knots formed, thick and aching, along the backs of his hands. The pads of his fingers hurt. His body bent forward and he went to the floor. He found himself on all fours, head down, jaw painful. His muscles contracted and locked, and once again his body contorted. His face felt funny, his jaw elongating, his teeth bursting through his gums.

Another sob escaped him, but it came out as a rumbling growl. Tawny fur burst threw the pores of his skin, and darker rosettes sprang along his back and legs. Roped muscles rippled beneath the pelt while his skull widened and thickened. Wildness rose in him and he recognized and embraced the gift, no longer afraid of it. He accepted his other half, opening himself so the other could consume him.

The leopard lifted his head and scented the air. He could hear the whisper of voices, smelled blood and evil, and he knew in that moment that he was ten times more dangerous than the two upstairs were- that he was capable of killing and that they had created a monster, never realizing what they were unleashing with their hatred and cruelty.

Jake shifted, falling naked to the floor, his back screaming in pain, hot tears flowing down his face, sobbing for the little boy he should have been and never would be. Afraid for what he had become and what he might do. He reached up and gripped the mattress, pulling his fingers across it, leaving long, thin tares from razor-sharp claws.

Fifteenth Year

"Jake? I don't remember so many cuts on you last visit we had," Jake Fenton said suspiciously. "And don't say you were being clumsy. You aren't clumsy."

"Don't worry about it. I have it under control," Jake said.

"Jake? Do you know about our ancestry?" Jake looked confused so he continued. "Back in the 1990 some of our ancestors joined an experiment studying the human mind and body. They were power and money mad. They wanted more of everything. They stole women from the jungles of South America and Africa. Believed to be leopard people. My wife and I were in it. But we didn't like it. My children have continued it. ...But we've bred some bad traits into this family. My grandparents had even gone as far as incest, but a child was born dead with that and they stopped. But we have bad traits in us Jake. Don't let hate and power rule you," Jake said.

Seventeenth Year

Jake Fenton was dead, and Jake felt like the only mourning man. Cathy and Ryan waited hopefully for the little money they believed that Jake Fenton had left to be read to them in his will.

Jake sat silently in the darkness of a corner in a chair. Jake Fenton had left two construction companies outright to Cathy and Ryan and then what seemed to be the majority of hotels in a string of them.

But Jake Fenton also left Jake three companies, a medicine plastics plant that could barely keep it's head above water, a company called Unie-Diversified Holdings and a corporation that was a parent copany for several smaller businesses. He also included Fenton's Folly in Santa Barbra, California and also what seemed like the majority of Fenton's money. His parent's received money as well.

Eighteenth Year

Jake found Harmony, California to be a kind of Paradise. Jake was content with handling his business.


Twenty-Five Year

Jake had done something bad. He'd gotten Trent's daughter pregnant and now she was speeding in some car drunk with another man. Her belly too big to be full from food. The car crash had hit so fast Jake was there and pulling people out. He managed to pull Shana and a woman from the other car out but the cars had lit fire and there was nothing else he could do. Shana died and Jake was left with the child.

credits go to Foxx of caution 2.0

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