■ Height: 5' 5''

■ Weight: 155 lbs.

■ Eye-Color: Golden

■ Hair-Color: Blonde

Carnegie's body is somewhere near 80-percent cybernetics, fitted with metallic parts almost everywhere that matters. He is mostly a walking machine, having cybernetic arms, eyes, legs, and feet, and a cybernetic upper-torso. Though sensitive areas (such as his hands, feet, chest, and penis, for example) have been outfitted with a more malleable, bumpy alloy (where the tiny bumps are sensory receptors) to create the sense of a warm, skin-like texture, the rest of his cyborg-whole is hard to the touch. Fortunately, the material is smooth, like sculpted, metallic artwork, and fine enough to mimic the natural curves of his prepubescent body fairly well. Which introduces a problem: CJ still looks like he belongs in junior high school, or as if he is a freshmen-runt. However, he has an extremely robust, firmly toned, and very athletic butt, shaped through years and years of carrying and pushing and lifting and extending such a heavy, taut, and powerful lower body (mainly his legs), so he has that going for him. That, and his famous and endearing, sometimes devilish, grin.

Beyond that, it should be noted that he has a very fierce appearance. His cybernetic eyes always appear piercing, and his typically stone-faced expression doesn't help that much. He actually has to be careful what parts of town he travels through: There are people who would kill him for looking at them the way that he does, not realizing how cowardly and innocent he actually is. However, once he amps up and his expression livens, that fierceness works in his favor, drawing eyes to the beauty of his face and the wonderful, sharp, stunning, shocking contrast that exists between his hair, his eyes, his somewhat lupine features, and his raw energy. He has gotten many favors just by biting his lips at the right person, one of the few expressions that he has bothered to practice to perfection. (But he never EVER winks! He looks like a teenage lion cub preparing for chase when he winks.) Likewise, when he is sad, he fails to look very pitiful, instead appearing stronger than he actually is; sage, even, as his lifeless eyes appear to search the deepest mysteries of life.

Across his abdomen (which happens to be sharply defined and athletic from having to support such a heavy torso), he has a deep scar from the time when he was abducted by an enemy of his boss. Although it is one his largest and most apparent scars, he isn't ashamed of it because of the memory attached to it. The small scars that litter his stomach are the ones that make him afraid to remove his shirt, even though they may be barely visible from a distance. The last of his scars that is important to mention is the remnant of a superficial burn that stretches across 80-percent of what remains of his back, appearing like a birthmark. This is also a trouble spot for him, but a dead giveaway as to why he is the way that he is.

• stealing
• reading
• watching pretty people
• daydreaming; imagining better things

• stealing
• seclusion
• being ignored
• weakness

• talking too much when excited
• doubting himself
• he taps things; mostly when nervous or bored

• being alone
• failure

So, first things first: No one can miss just how flamboyant CJ is. He dresses in bright colors and sometimes awkward styles, and always speaks loud enough to be heard. It seems to contradict his willingness to exclude himself, but then, he never becomes too self-involved. He is an "out there" sort of guy; the first to suggest ideas, the first to say hi, the first to instigate events and happenings, even though he may disappear shortly afterwards. This is even more true when he's bored. He seems to be in his element when moving from nothing to something, and when moving from bland to better. At such times, he may even throw caution to the wind just to keep himself from thinking too much (mostly about himself.)

To that extent, it could be said that CJ is a thrill-seeker. And this is part of the reason why he steals. It's fun. Sure, it's dangerous and risky, but he's good at it. "God's gift" and whatnot. It is the only time that he feels feels powerful and truly in control, whether manipulating people or defeating modern technology. Sometimes, he even steals for no reason, just to know that he can, and hordes the booty for that feeling of possession. But he can never fool himself into believing that he owns whatever he steals. And as much as they make him feel him big, they also remind him of his weaknesses, his self-perception of unimportance, and of his lack of self-identity.

And it's there that you find the first pillar to CJ's personality: attention. He longs to be known, and seen, and wanted. Important, to somebody. When people look upon him with such want, it's the only time that he ever sees some sort of idea of who he is. To that person, he is Someone, even if Someone has to be someone other than Carnegie J. Mutton. People's opinions matter to him, and he can sometimes become obsessed with catching a person's eye if they seem impressive to him. This works in reverse, too, where negative opinions can drive him to petty feuds or revenge, or even crushing depression. If he feels slighted, he'll invariable try to make it so that you eat your own foot.

The second pillar to CJ's personality is depression. Apart from just being really hard on himself, period, he also has a wacky brain chemistry that makes life seem unlivable. And it nags him most when it's dark out and no one else is around. When he's in bed and has nothing but memories and ponderings to occupy his thoughts. In these moments, he loses himself to despair. And in the day, he loses himself to escapism. As long as he can be anyone else, or feel anything else, then, he becomes too consumed to remember such awful things as pain.

When CJ is nervous is when he is most often liable to flake. This is when he is most likely to exclude himself, when he believes that he can't be more than a gnat to a person. He likes to watch pretty people not just for poetic admiration, but because it's the only way that he can admire them. He is the type of person who will shut down over text if he starts to feel uncomfortable, who will leave you at the table on a date if he starts to feel incompetent. Essentially, where boredom triggers his boyish arrogance, nervousness triggers his crippling depression; and he doesn't like the feeling. Call him "scared" or "wuss" and he'll do just about anything to prove you wrong. Anything to feel accomplished enough to not feel like a failure.

■ Father: Jack L. Mutton, a well-known officer in the marines; hopeful that CJ is alive, but stopped looking.

■ Mother: Harley D. Jesterre, a well-known madame, former pirate; currently searching for CJ.

■ Siblings: A few on his dad's side, an older sibling who sails with Harley and helps with the search; two on his mom's side, both younger, both sail with her as a matter of parental mandate.

■ Other: He considers his Boss to be a father figure, and his three friends (two-best friends and a fourth, who is a newbie), who serve Boss in some capacity, to be like siblings.

For all intents and purposes, it seemed as if their boy would lead a happy life. Despite the nature of Jack of Harley's union, their boy was healthy. He came into the world with little trouble. Both his parents loved him, and he was never mistreated by them. Jack called him his "little nugget" (for his hair; after growing, it became just "Nugget"). To his mom, he was her "handsome boy", her "pretty little man", her "everything". She called him "Prince", just to tease his bashfulness; "Love", to reinforce her everlasting affection for him; "Tiger", to build up his will and confidence and personal strength. Granted, these were all retooled applications of her talents in seduction, but it was something that she was good at. And it worked. And perhaps, it worked too well.

For the second time in her life, she found herself falling deeply in love with a man (soon-to-be) who would leave her.

Carnegie was just a baby, really, when the "incident" happened. He lived with Jack, as was agreed, due to Harley's lifestyle. They both assumed it was better from him to grow up in a normal living environment. Jack, of course, barely had time to watch two children himself, so he left Carnegie's care to the nanny who had cared for his eight year-old son since his infancy. Unfortunately, the woman had given birth to a son since those days, a devil of a boy who she always made excuses for. Whose strange tendencies she always hid. She brought that boy into Jack's home, where he stayed after school and played with his best-friend (his only friend) Marshall, Carnegie's older brother, never doing enough to make anyone worry. There was just one time that he was caught playing with fire, when he burned himself "on accident". He was never caught again. At least, nothing could be proven.

When Carnegie came into the home, he upset the balance for many reasons. He was always crying, for one. He could hit the boys with stuff and laugh and get away with it. He took all of the nanny's attention, something that Marshall never did because the nanny mostly left them to their own devices. And that was the other thing: the loss of freedom. If Carnegie was asleep, the boys were banned from doing certain things or being too loud or going certain places in the house. At first, the boy tried to fix this by convincing Marshall to follow him outside, where they could do whatever they wanted, but Jack and the nanny both put a stop to that, quick.

And perhaps, to this extent, it can be said that the boy wasn't bad. He didn't necessarily want to kill Carnegie. He tried a peaceful solution, but the adults stopped him. So, he had to.

After his mom had fallen asleep, the boy used everything that he had learned about fire to torture Carnegie, before lighting the boy's room ablaze, leaving him in the carriage. That was his mistake, of course, the torture; but he had to see the baby squirm, to hear its futile attempts to scream through his hand. He wanted the baby to see who the real sun was, that he was the center of the world that they shared.

Jack was, of course, alerted. What the boy was too young to know was that he had chosen the day of Jack's return to hatch his plan. And though it was ill-advised, Jack saved his son, himself, ignoring the fire-team, completely.

When he entered the room, what he saw was his son trapped under a burning, wooden beam, from the waist down. He had fallen unconscious, but that was the only possibly positive thing about the scene.

Harley was at the hospital in no time at all, having asked her old crew for a favor. They had one of the fastest ships on the known seas, and were about as distraught as her when they got the news. It was there, at the hospital, that Jack and Harley received an odd speculation (a personal opinion) from one of the doctors: He pointed out the wounds to Carnegie's eyes and said that he believed them to be intentional, that the fire wasn't an accident. Jack fought the claims, not because he disbelieved them, but because he knew Harley.

But Harley knew him, too. And she probed him until he, for whatever reason, mentioned the nanny's son, the boy who played with fire. And Harley did the only sensible thing—she sought revenge. But, she waited to hear just how bad the damage was. She needed to know just how much pain she needed to deal. Once she heard that Harley would die, unless he became a cyborg, she knew what to do.

Reports came in, tying The Boy Who Played With Fire to the incident at the Mutton Manor. This discovery occured because, reports said, the boy burned his mother to death, which detectives assumed after assessing the boy's history, which turned up accusations from neighbors about burned pets, and complaints of smoke. All past incidents followed the one at the Mutton Manor, when he was first caught playing with fire by his mother. It was like seeing a history of paced aggravation before the inevitable snap. He was subsequently institutionalized for rehabilitation.

Only The Boy knew the truth. He remembered Harley's name, just as she had told him to, and never forgot what he did to her, or what she did to him. And never risked his life by telling anyone. And somewhere in his mind, he knew he didn't want to. He wanted to do to her what he did to her equally arrogant boy. He would give her the chance at full-justice that she wanted: He would find her, and fight her, but she would not to be the one to see victory.

He would burn her life to cinders.

Carnegie was five once his surgeries were fully completed. But it took months of rehab and targeted dieting to teach his body to properly handle itself. During these years, he saw less of his dad, having moved in with his mom instead, and by the time that he was old enough to really know who Jack was, he knew him only as a distant figure. And his older brother was harsh and spiteful for a good portion of CJ's young life. This changed, however, after Marshall, in an attempt to be mean, snooped through the diary that CJ kept for therapy. The first page that he saw said: "Why am I like this?", first line; "Everyone looks at me weird", third line; "It hurts"; fifth line, dotted with marks from tears. That was when Marshall stopped reading. It took him many months to admit what he had done and to apologize, and about as long for CJ to forgive him for reading the diary, in the first place, but their relationship changed for the better, after that.

CJ also had two important anchors throughout his life. No matter what, his mom and his slightly-younger-brother Maximus were always loving to him. Sure, Max would sometimes say the worst things possible whenever they had fights, but CJ was always thankful that he existed. Max, who had been born the year after CJ's accident, was just a year younger than him, and it helped a lot to have a peer to talk to. Plus, Max was more so on the popular side in school, and always tried to help other kids to understand CJ's condition. Which helped, a bit. Especially when Max would have friends over.

Still, there was always something empty about CJ. That something drove him to steal, first with Max, for fun. Then, once when his mom grounded him, he stole the dial to her vehicle. This was for vindictive reasons. He enjoyed seeing her stress over losing them and having to shift her schedule. But it didn't last long, and he gave it back.

Later, by the time that he turned ten, he had become a pickpocket of notable caliber. This was how he met Boss, by stealing from one of his employees. He didn't know that Boss was watching him, but he knew later, after he was kidnapped.

It was also after the kidnapping that Harley conceived her third child. Just like with the second, the third was meant to be a replacement for Carnegie. The ever-smooth Boss somehow guessed at this trait of Carnegie's mother's, and triggered once-neglected memories of Harley's behavior that caused doubt. He chiseled away at every soft spot that he could find until he had sculpted an ideal version of Carnegie, convincing him that he was so much more than his mom and dad and brothers understood. His potential, Boss said, was bottomless.

Eventually, after so much acceptance and patience was given to him, Carnegie decided to stay with Boss, where he knew he was wanted and needed and appreciated.

After eating the Bunshin Bunshin no Mi, given to him by Boss, he become one of Boss's, officially, and he has been ever since.

■ ^link Carnegie's Starting Four


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