Post by Kitsune on Aug 24, 2007 20:35:01 GMT
THE ACTOR
[/size][/b]Name: Kit
Age: Sixteen
Means of Contact: Darky and Shoe already have them
Role playing Experience: Eight years, silklantern, neopets and other minor forums
Your Activity Level: Eight/nine
Other Characters: To be submitted
THE PART
[/center][/b]Full Name: Tuomas KIT Sehn-drachen
Nickname: Kit, or variations of it
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-nine
Date of Birth: 12th December, 1979
Mother: Anya-Marie
Father: Tuomas (Senior), Sehn-drachen
Siblings: One half-brother: Stefen, two sisters: Marie and Katherin
Sexuality: Homosexual
ON THE OUTSIDE
[/center]Appearance: Though he is tall of height, you wouldn't place Kit as tall. He slumps when sat, stooping often in his seat. To further add to the deception, he walks doubled over, as if with an irritable stomach. Though if one were to extend a hand, and tilt up that feminine chin, one would see no pain in those eyes. Clear grey eyes, often clouded by fear, Kit is a broken person, and it shows in his bearing. He is lean, though his muscles have gone to waste over the years. Once physically strong, Kit is no longer a danger to anyone.
As on the day he arrived, one year ago, his uncut hair remains bound back by a scrap of leather, polished to a shine by the grease. Kept washed now, the red strands stick to his forehead, plastered there by nervous sweat. Standing out like fire on snow. Almost permanently, Kit's skin is blanched, as if he had sighted a ghost, though in truth, all his ghosts are in his past. Always barefoot, unless it is insisted, Kit is almost unaware of his missing toes and the affects they have on the stomaches of others, his last three and a good portion of his left foot missing. He walks with a limp, having gained the injury long ago, it never did set right.
ON THE INSIDE
[/center]Personality: Like a puppy when spoken to, Kit hangs onto every word. He is not often aware of his surroundings, or he ignores them, not caring where he is or who is around him. Fond of music, which he no longer has, Kit spends much of his time tapping on metal, tapping on padded surfaces, anything to make a sound over the quiet murmuring of conversation that he ignores. He is not antisocial, but he is not social either, making little effort to converse with older people, though he often forms attachments to younger patients.
His actions speak louder then his words, Kit is often the one to extend a comforting hand to those who seem distressed, though he does not often understand. He is quiet and nods often, a contrast to his rages. During such rages, he cannot be quieted, throwing anything within reach, cursing and wailing. It is during these times that he remembers his past actions, and they send him spiraling into despair. Dark thoughts override his calmer self, wishing to do himself injury. Though years have gone by, the marks of his actions scar every inch of exposed flesh, a chunk gouged from his nose.
Likes: Music, manga, language classes, books.
Dislikes: Small children, most video games, sport.
Habits: Upon waking, the first thing he requests is a cold shower. He taps his foot often, and breaks into song when nervous, though not often around people.
Quirks: During more emotional instances, Kit lapses into broken English. He cringes at loud or sharp noises, often visibly cowering.
IN THE PAST
History: Born in a village to the west of Bonn, Tuomas grew up in a fairly calm atmosphere. The majority of the population was made up of the elderly, and along with his sisters (and later, his half-brother), only two other children were present. With Tuomas's luck, they happened to be female. With no masculine companions, the boy grew up in his father's shadow. Tuomas Senior was a bodyguard by profession and soon took his son under his wing. By the time Tuomas Senior formed a contract, his son was eight years old- old enough to make the move into the city.
Once settled into Bonn, Tuomas was immediately thrown into education, learning to read and write. However, Tuomas had always been a quiet child, and so did not form any lasting relationships with other children. With education came training, in hope that he would also one day form a contract. At this time, Tuomas took up his middle name, dubbing himself "Kit", and a half dozen years later, he dropped out of school to take his training further.
At sixteen, he was hired by the local mafia, against his father's wishes. The young Kit was thrown into a world of violence, drugs and trauma, with little room for movement. Eventually, sickened by what he saw, Kit fled- forming another contract in Leipzig.
Kit was among three hired to protect his contractor in the Alps, during this time, his past caught up with him and he took a shot to the knee, protecting his master. Lost in the snow, it was days before the party were found, and in this time, Kit lost a portion of his foot to frost-bite. The time in the snow frightened him, being twenty-two at the time, this near death experience drove him on the path to madness.
During his mafia-like service, Kit formed one brief romantic relationship, this being with a man dubbed Fio. Fio was killed in a fire, in which Kit lost all his personal belongings. This was an emotional set back for Kit, who was starting to learn to be open about himself. Due to the unhappy event, Kit was made a shadow of his former self, bitter at times and quiet as he ever was as a child.
Relationships with Parents: Practically non-existent, his father is supportive, though distant. Kit lost his mother to suicide.
Relationships with siblings: He knows little of his half-brother, though his sister Marie is a major rock in his life.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Role play Sample: Note: This is from a prison-type setting, representing Kit's younger life, and how he used to be. It is a fair indication of my style of writing, and how he will be written during his more lucid moments. Please inform me if it is not adequate.
"Sneaking? Of course not! It's called prowling." The man corrected himself, straightening to tie his hair back as he prepared to patrol. Naturally, the light of the moon leeched away the colour, dulling the red strands into a bitter grey, almost black in shade. He grunted, satisfied as he looked in the mirror. A hand held mirror. Anything larger might get smashed in one of his rages, though fortunately, such irritable moods were much less common then they had been previously, but it never hurt to take precautions. Speaking of precautions, Kit had armed himself with the usual instruments of his trade, a pair of handcuffs, clinking muffled by a stout belt, a can of pepper spray at the other side, and last but not least, his knives. Strapped to his shins, the knives rarely left his person. Not that he expected to use them, of course, but it never hurt to take precautions.
Stretching, he moved to the window, looking out over the grounds. A glance downward informed him that he could survive the jump if it was necessary, a glance at an upper window opposite informed his that it's inhabitants were awake. A female guard would have to deal with them, of course. It would be improper for a grown man to walk in on gossiping girls, even if they were not yet into their adolescent years.
Another grunt, and Kit was out of the door, 'prowling', heavy footed, through the corridors and out into the grounds.
The magic phrase: In a world as big as this it's not hard to feel alone...
