Post by Kaylev Black on Feb 4, 2010 21:18:02 GMT -5
{ I CAN'T FEEL MY SENSES }
Kaylev Black ::
18 ::
Male ::
{ I JUST FEEL THE COLD }
Height: A very short 5"4 ::
Weight: 135lbs ::
Hair: Light chocolate brown and slightly curly. Cut and layered just above his ears. ::
Skin: Pale but not unnaturaly so ::
Clothing style: Basic shirts, jeans and the occsasional coat or jacket. Typicaly sticks with whats comfortable and whats affordable ::
tattoos or scars: No tattoos but many scars littering his body. None on his face but there are numerous scars on his wrists were he has and still does cut ::
Other distinguishing features: Eyes are a strange yellow-green color and seem to drag people in to thier depths ::
{ ALL COLORS SEEM TO FADE AWAY }
Powers: Telekanisis and the ability to sooth or play with emotions through song. He can put people into a trance or to sleep and, if angered or saddend enough, can casue consderable damage with sonic like energy all through his voice in song. ::
Lifespan: Stopped aging just befote his 18th birthday. Is not immortal ::
Faction: Stray. He doesnt really have anywhere to go or to belong. He has money but not obscene amounts and chooses not to spend it often ::
Race: Vampire. He was changed just before his 18th birthday and sort of left on his own to figure things out. This left more damage on his already unstable emotions and soul ::
Other interesting abilities/talents: He has a naturaly built in defense mechanism. Sometimes hes just to cute to hurt. He tends to unknowingly send out "calming" or "friendly" vibes when he is in danger or someone is angery at him. SO it pretty much make the perosn stop and go "Awww, how cute!" and gives them time or the option to rethink what they are going to do. ::
{ I CAN'T REACH MY SOUL }
likes ::
Dislikes: Violent people, Homophobes, Being misunderstood, snobs ::
Fears: Being abused, the dark, small spaces, deep water, fire ::
Dreams: To get over the past and stop beiong afraid. To find his other half, soul mate, true love or whatever you want to call it ::
Quirks: Loves to cuddle and has a slight obsession with touching, doesnt really like other people touching him unless he really trusts them, is in the horrible habit of cutting ::
General personality: He's typicaly a fearful person. He tends to keep to himself in small crowds. He like being around people but not really inertacting with them. He has the potentail to be a very affectionate and cheerful person if the right person comes along. He also tends to be pretty protective of his loved ones however few there are. ahes very quiet and is an extreme follower. He alomost never askes for anything and seem to always be giving. In short he is submissive to the all time extremes. ::
Other informative facts: He loves all things art and music. He loves to paint, draw, sing and play instruments of all types and cultures. ::
{ I WOULD STOP RUNNING }
Mother: Unknown. Died a few weeks after his birth. some think suicide and others think his father killed her. ::
Father: Nameless to him. Kaylev doesnt like to talk about him since he is and alcholoic and extremely abusive. Has gone as far as rape as well. ::
Siblings: None known. With a Father like his, who knows ::
Other relatives: None that he knows of. His Father kept him secluded from the rest of the family. He never met anyone of them ::
Hometown: London, England. He moved to the states just after his 18th birthday to escape his father and his past. ::
History: Kaylev was born and raised in London, England until he left for the states when he turned eighteen. His mother died just a few weeks after he was born in the bathroom of thier five bedroom mansion. When the scene was examined it apeared as if she had simply killed herself but after a closer examination it was clear that there was room for foul play which was suspected of her husband. The case was closed shortly as a suicide case since there wasnt enough proof to frame her husband.
Kaylev's father was already slightly abusive and an alcholoic before the death of his mother but after he got ten times worse. It wasnt so bad when Kaylev was younger. He was simply underfed and made to do any chores and other meaningless tasks that he could accomplish on his own at that age. As he got older the work and food portions got worse along with the steady increases of physical and mental abuse form his father. By time he was ten the abuse had seemed to reach its high point and never really escalated past that point. The only thing that changed over the next few years was the steady onslought of sexual abuse his father had turned to.
Every night until he was seventeen Kaylev went and cryed himself to sleep after a long scorching hot shower where he practicaly scrubbed himslef raw. The feeling of slef disgust got to him and despite not have much connection to the outside world he knew what his father did to him was wrong and sick.
It was four months before his eighteenth birthday when his father crossed the line and did the aboslute unthinkable. He was drunk to the extreme and Kaylev wondered why he hadnt passed out yet. Kaylev was washing dishes when a couple doors slammed and he cursed himself for jumping. He should have been used to the sound by now but he wasnt and his jump casued him to loose his grip on the dish he was rinsing and drop it on the tile floors of the kitchen. ::
other historical revelations ::
{ IF I KNEW THERE WAS A CHANCE }
Rhiri ::
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