Post by Ethan/Kifen214 on Jul 30, 2010 3:21:27 GMT -5
Human Name: Ethan Cole Thomas
Yeerk Name & Designation: Kifen 214
Age: 26 (June 22nd)
Hometown: Tampa, Florida
Gender: Male
Face Claim: Joseph Gordon-Levitt
Nationality: American
Languages Spoken: English, French
Description of Human: Ethan stands at just under six feet tall, with a slim physique; This was due to his many years as a swimmer and his yeerk's strict, nearly obsessive, maintenance. Nature favored Ethan with generally handsome features, with well-formed lips that can be pressed into a thin line when he's concentrating and expressive, coffee-colored eyes. Everything about his appearance is polished; He is clean-shaven and well-groomed, and Kifen has a tendency to keep his dark brown hair slicked back or covered with an expensive hat. As a free human, Ethan dressed in the usual shirt-and-jeans combo. Under Kifen's control, he tends to wear more conservative suits and vests.
Skills:
Ethan--At a young age, Ethan was introduced to swimming as a way to keep him busy and distracted. As a teen he participated in some swimming leagues before eventually losing interest in his college years. He was also involved in fencing as a student at Dartmouth, giving him an agility and anticipation of his opponent's movement he might not have otherwise had.
Kifen214--Deception. As a young yeerk, Kifen was taught by one of the best Sub-Visser down in Los Angeles in the art of deception. It also helped that his first human host was an actor. Kifen also has some basic knowledge of dracon beam usage, which can translate over to gun use.
Personality of Human: To most people, Ethan comes off as charismatic and amiable. He learnt early that flattery and charm can get a person very far ahead in life--especially with women. As the only child to a major CEO, it could be said that Ethan has been pretty spoiled ever since he was young. He is used to getting what he wants--when he wants it--and this sometimes manifests as him being overly pushy or having unreasonably high expectations for other people.
His father attempted to indoctrinate him early into the business-man mind-set, and so cleverness and a cutthroat attitude towards the competition were two of the many traits that he inherited down from him. This doesn't mean that Ethan takes himself too serious; if anything, the opposite could be said to be true.
Personality of Yeerk: One word can easily describe Kifen: Competence. When this yeerk sets out to achieve a goal, more often than not he is rewarded with success. Human doctors would most likely have diagnosed Kifen with a mild case of OCD; he is ever the perfectionist, even when it has become unnecessary or a hindrance. Unlike most yeerks, ambition has never played a big role in Kifen's life as much as luck has. Admittedly, sometimes Kifen can exhibit some of the weaker emotions that other yeerks display; greed, arrogance, selfishness. One is never without fault. However, none of this "yeerk attitude" really manifests as anything more than an irritated look or twitch of the lip from him. Kifen's interactions are polished and professional, with a light touch of suave pleasantness--a learned behavior from the many months that Kifen has had to run Ethan's father's business and deal with many of the yeerk higher-ups.
Bio/History of Human: Ethan was born to Amy and Joseph M. Thomas, and the first six years of his life were spent in a very expensive luxury home in Tampa, Florida. His father was the CEO of an important pharmaceutical company giant, while his mother traveled the country as one of the top lawyers in the United States. This meant that Ethan was mostly left to himself while he was young, apart from the ever-present nannies that floated in and out of his life.
Around the age of seven, the pharmaceutical company headquarters relocated to Chicago, Illinois. This meant that the family home was moved as well, including Ethan. His high school years were spent in a private school in one of the wealthy suburbs of Chicago, among some of his upper class peers. While Ethan had a healthy amount of friends, it became clear that he was also dedicated to his schoolwork--even if he didn't always get the highest marks. At the age of sixteen, his father decided it was time to begin teaching him the ropes of his business in the hope that Ethan would take it over in the future. Always wanting to please his father, Ethan threw himself into the teachings and became very knowledgeable very quickly in his father's business.
When Ethan graduated high school, however, he expressed the desire to go off to college and see what he wanted to do, as well as to get a taste of life. His father, knowing he would return at some point, pulled some favors and had Ethan accepted into Dartmouth University in New Hampshire. Ethan spent the next couple years of his life there. With the desire to be independent of his family, he scraped by with very little and found a job working in the University library. Sometime during his sophomore year of college, Ethan was urged by some of his friends to join one of the University's fraternities. Wanting to get the full college experience, Ethan agreed to try. After completing his pledge-ship and all the requirements to join the fraternity, he was quickly invited to full membership. This required an unusual initiation; allowing an alien slug to enter his head.
By this time, the yeerk invasion had been in full force, and had infiltrated many of the Ivy League fraternities in an attempt to cull some of the progeny of the more powerful people in the United States. Thus, Ethan became part of the fraternity as a voluntary controller.
Bio/History of Yeerk: Kifen214 was "born" in the Nomige Aeph Pool located in Los Angeles, California. As was the case with most newborn yeerks, Kifen was assigned to infest one of the less-than-intelligent, clumsy bodies of a Gedd. For several years he underwent the usual teachings and indoctrination the Yeerk Empire forced upon new yeerks. After a few months, it became clear that he was interested most in the anthropological side of yeerk and human existence.
It was only a matter of luck that one of the Sub-Vissers in Los Angeles requested an assistant to work on various projects around town. Kifen was chosen out of the top pool of candidates, and was give his first human body--an aspiring actor looking for fame in Hollywood. The first few projects were simple; most included finding convenient locations to construct new yeerk pools, or developing new schemes to ensnare free humans. Many times, his host's natural charms and previous networking helped him accomplish these tasks, and even gain access to some of the Hollywood elite.
Working for this Sub-Visser became a comfortable life, despite the constant railing and screaming his host did. A couple years after he had started, however, he ran into someone by chance. One of his last jobs had introduced him to a lowly yeerk that was part of something called the "Yeerk Peace Movement"--an organization that Kifen had heard rumors of, but had never really paid any attention to. The yeerk had mentioned it in passing to Kifen at a party and it perked his interest. A couple months later he secretly got into contact with the YPM yeerk and patiently listened to a laundry list of principles that the Yeerk Peace Movement stood for. Kifen immediately offered his services to them as an informant, and vowed to find a way to convince the Sub-Visser he worked for that he needed to change to a voluntary host. The opportunity came not soon after.
Once it was established that Kifen was competent, the Sub-Visser decided to give him a very important job. The invasion hadn't exploded into the public eye yet, and the yeerks were still attempting to ensnare influential public figures. The son of an important CEO was voluntarily being inducted into one of the fraternities that the Empire had a firm hold on--the CEO himself was being targeted down the road. The son, Ethan, was being infested in a few days time and the Sub-Visser had assigned Kifen to him. A few hours later, Kifen found himself aboard a flight to New Hampshire.
The infestation went smoothly. The higher-ups directing Ethan's infestation wanted Kifen to travel immediately to Chicago, where Ethan's father was. This gave the YPM the idea to establish a stronger grasp over the situation over in Chicago, and they decided to send some undercover YPM associates along with Kifen. It took a good year for Kifen to find the Chicago Peace Movement. By this time the yeerk invasion had gone public, and the humans had lost. There had been numerous rumors of some Animorph activity in the area, and the Chicago YPM had since clammed up and gone into hiding. Once contact was established with the Chicago YPM, Kifen was able to funnel some of his funds into the Movement and begin expanding their presence in the area.
Bad news came three years later, when Ethan's father died. The company--and everything it controlled--was immediately inherited by Ethan and Kifen. To keep up appearances, Kifen happily acquiesced to the various demands the Empire placed on his newfound fortune; this included funding many of the biotechnological projects that were being conducted by the Chicago Sub-Visser at the John Hancock Building. Within the year, that Sub-Visser was promoted to Visser and a new Sub-Visser, hailing from Las Vegas, was placed in charge of the building--until, that is, she and her host disappeared.
While Kifen holds no tangible rank within the Yeerk Peace Movement, his financial contributions and influence have helped him become well-known throughout the community.
Scene of Infestation:
"You understand the rules. You understand what we've told you. You must do this, or you can't join." The voice was coming from somewhere to Ethan's left, but he wasn't paying any particular attention to it. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the small silver bowl that was nestled within the metal briefcase. Brown, frothy liquid splashed and churned against the smooth sides of the tub. It made the room they were all in smell musty, like an old book that had been soaked in dirty water. Ethan's eyes followed the murky form that slithered around inside the tub, feeling a mix of curiosity and revulsion hit his stomach. Something felt off about this, but the voice was right. He knew what this was. He knew what this would entail. He had agreed to it beforehand.
"Put your head down sideways, touching the water," the voice ordered.
Ethan gripped the side of the table the briefcase was on, his fingers pressed hard against the cold oak. He cast an uncertain glance over at his fraternity brothers, all of whom stared at him urgently, willing him to do it. This was his decision. This was his life. These were his friends, his comrades, his brothers. Ethan turned his head sideways, facing away from the sludgy liquid within the bowl, and lowered his ear. A shiver sparked through his body at the touch of skin to the cold liquid, but it was nothing compared to the slimy touch that soon followed. He jerked back immediately in surprise, but felt one of his friend's hands laid firm on his shoulder. With eyes closed tight, Ethan lowered his ear back to the liquid and waited. There it was again--the clammy touch, probing.
He winced at the soft tickling sensation of the yeerk entering his ear, at the fullness as its body filled one ear completely and blocked all sound from it. His flesh crawled at the squirmy sensation at something that writhed deeper and deeper into his ear canal, not painful, no, as he felt numb, but uncomfortable nonetheless. Then, shock. Something touched his mind. It was an invasion that was completely and utterly personal. He could feel another presence; first it was faint, but then it grew and grew until it was oppressive. It took over everything, shrouded his mind and filled every corner. Suddenly he was unable to move his hand, unable to turn his head to look around or even blink. He couldn't speak or breathe on his own. He could see whatever it was opening his thoughts, reading his mind, learning everything about him. His habits, his fears, his desires, his deepest secrets. Panic rose in him like a wave, but he could do nothing.
Then, a voice. Not one he could hear with his ears, but something that spoke to him within his mind. It was direct, casual, amused.
<<Hello, Ethan.>>
Yeerk Name & Designation: Kifen 214
Age: 26 (June 22nd)
Hometown: Tampa, Florida
Gender: Male
Face Claim: Joseph Gordon-Levitt
Nationality: American
Languages Spoken: English, French
Description of Human: Ethan stands at just under six feet tall, with a slim physique; This was due to his many years as a swimmer and his yeerk's strict, nearly obsessive, maintenance. Nature favored Ethan with generally handsome features, with well-formed lips that can be pressed into a thin line when he's concentrating and expressive, coffee-colored eyes. Everything about his appearance is polished; He is clean-shaven and well-groomed, and Kifen has a tendency to keep his dark brown hair slicked back or covered with an expensive hat. As a free human, Ethan dressed in the usual shirt-and-jeans combo. Under Kifen's control, he tends to wear more conservative suits and vests.
Skills:
Ethan--At a young age, Ethan was introduced to swimming as a way to keep him busy and distracted. As a teen he participated in some swimming leagues before eventually losing interest in his college years. He was also involved in fencing as a student at Dartmouth, giving him an agility and anticipation of his opponent's movement he might not have otherwise had.
Kifen214--Deception. As a young yeerk, Kifen was taught by one of the best Sub-Visser down in Los Angeles in the art of deception. It also helped that his first human host was an actor. Kifen also has some basic knowledge of dracon beam usage, which can translate over to gun use.
Personality of Human: To most people, Ethan comes off as charismatic and amiable. He learnt early that flattery and charm can get a person very far ahead in life--especially with women. As the only child to a major CEO, it could be said that Ethan has been pretty spoiled ever since he was young. He is used to getting what he wants--when he wants it--and this sometimes manifests as him being overly pushy or having unreasonably high expectations for other people.
His father attempted to indoctrinate him early into the business-man mind-set, and so cleverness and a cutthroat attitude towards the competition were two of the many traits that he inherited down from him. This doesn't mean that Ethan takes himself too serious; if anything, the opposite could be said to be true.
Personality of Yeerk: One word can easily describe Kifen: Competence. When this yeerk sets out to achieve a goal, more often than not he is rewarded with success. Human doctors would most likely have diagnosed Kifen with a mild case of OCD; he is ever the perfectionist, even when it has become unnecessary or a hindrance. Unlike most yeerks, ambition has never played a big role in Kifen's life as much as luck has. Admittedly, sometimes Kifen can exhibit some of the weaker emotions that other yeerks display; greed, arrogance, selfishness. One is never without fault. However, none of this "yeerk attitude" really manifests as anything more than an irritated look or twitch of the lip from him. Kifen's interactions are polished and professional, with a light touch of suave pleasantness--a learned behavior from the many months that Kifen has had to run Ethan's father's business and deal with many of the yeerk higher-ups.
Bio/History of Human: Ethan was born to Amy and Joseph M. Thomas, and the first six years of his life were spent in a very expensive luxury home in Tampa, Florida. His father was the CEO of an important pharmaceutical company giant, while his mother traveled the country as one of the top lawyers in the United States. This meant that Ethan was mostly left to himself while he was young, apart from the ever-present nannies that floated in and out of his life.
Around the age of seven, the pharmaceutical company headquarters relocated to Chicago, Illinois. This meant that the family home was moved as well, including Ethan. His high school years were spent in a private school in one of the wealthy suburbs of Chicago, among some of his upper class peers. While Ethan had a healthy amount of friends, it became clear that he was also dedicated to his schoolwork--even if he didn't always get the highest marks. At the age of sixteen, his father decided it was time to begin teaching him the ropes of his business in the hope that Ethan would take it over in the future. Always wanting to please his father, Ethan threw himself into the teachings and became very knowledgeable very quickly in his father's business.
When Ethan graduated high school, however, he expressed the desire to go off to college and see what he wanted to do, as well as to get a taste of life. His father, knowing he would return at some point, pulled some favors and had Ethan accepted into Dartmouth University in New Hampshire. Ethan spent the next couple years of his life there. With the desire to be independent of his family, he scraped by with very little and found a job working in the University library. Sometime during his sophomore year of college, Ethan was urged by some of his friends to join one of the University's fraternities. Wanting to get the full college experience, Ethan agreed to try. After completing his pledge-ship and all the requirements to join the fraternity, he was quickly invited to full membership. This required an unusual initiation; allowing an alien slug to enter his head.
By this time, the yeerk invasion had been in full force, and had infiltrated many of the Ivy League fraternities in an attempt to cull some of the progeny of the more powerful people in the United States. Thus, Ethan became part of the fraternity as a voluntary controller.
Bio/History of Yeerk: Kifen214 was "born" in the Nomige Aeph Pool located in Los Angeles, California. As was the case with most newborn yeerks, Kifen was assigned to infest one of the less-than-intelligent, clumsy bodies of a Gedd. For several years he underwent the usual teachings and indoctrination the Yeerk Empire forced upon new yeerks. After a few months, it became clear that he was interested most in the anthropological side of yeerk and human existence.
It was only a matter of luck that one of the Sub-Vissers in Los Angeles requested an assistant to work on various projects around town. Kifen was chosen out of the top pool of candidates, and was give his first human body--an aspiring actor looking for fame in Hollywood. The first few projects were simple; most included finding convenient locations to construct new yeerk pools, or developing new schemes to ensnare free humans. Many times, his host's natural charms and previous networking helped him accomplish these tasks, and even gain access to some of the Hollywood elite.
Working for this Sub-Visser became a comfortable life, despite the constant railing and screaming his host did. A couple years after he had started, however, he ran into someone by chance. One of his last jobs had introduced him to a lowly yeerk that was part of something called the "Yeerk Peace Movement"--an organization that Kifen had heard rumors of, but had never really paid any attention to. The yeerk had mentioned it in passing to Kifen at a party and it perked his interest. A couple months later he secretly got into contact with the YPM yeerk and patiently listened to a laundry list of principles that the Yeerk Peace Movement stood for. Kifen immediately offered his services to them as an informant, and vowed to find a way to convince the Sub-Visser he worked for that he needed to change to a voluntary host. The opportunity came not soon after.
Once it was established that Kifen was competent, the Sub-Visser decided to give him a very important job. The invasion hadn't exploded into the public eye yet, and the yeerks were still attempting to ensnare influential public figures. The son of an important CEO was voluntarily being inducted into one of the fraternities that the Empire had a firm hold on--the CEO himself was being targeted down the road. The son, Ethan, was being infested in a few days time and the Sub-Visser had assigned Kifen to him. A few hours later, Kifen found himself aboard a flight to New Hampshire.
The infestation went smoothly. The higher-ups directing Ethan's infestation wanted Kifen to travel immediately to Chicago, where Ethan's father was. This gave the YPM the idea to establish a stronger grasp over the situation over in Chicago, and they decided to send some undercover YPM associates along with Kifen. It took a good year for Kifen to find the Chicago Peace Movement. By this time the yeerk invasion had gone public, and the humans had lost. There had been numerous rumors of some Animorph activity in the area, and the Chicago YPM had since clammed up and gone into hiding. Once contact was established with the Chicago YPM, Kifen was able to funnel some of his funds into the Movement and begin expanding their presence in the area.
Bad news came three years later, when Ethan's father died. The company--and everything it controlled--was immediately inherited by Ethan and Kifen. To keep up appearances, Kifen happily acquiesced to the various demands the Empire placed on his newfound fortune; this included funding many of the biotechnological projects that were being conducted by the Chicago Sub-Visser at the John Hancock Building. Within the year, that Sub-Visser was promoted to Visser and a new Sub-Visser, hailing from Las Vegas, was placed in charge of the building--until, that is, she and her host disappeared.
While Kifen holds no tangible rank within the Yeerk Peace Movement, his financial contributions and influence have helped him become well-known throughout the community.
Scene of Infestation:
"You understand the rules. You understand what we've told you. You must do this, or you can't join." The voice was coming from somewhere to Ethan's left, but he wasn't paying any particular attention to it. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the small silver bowl that was nestled within the metal briefcase. Brown, frothy liquid splashed and churned against the smooth sides of the tub. It made the room they were all in smell musty, like an old book that had been soaked in dirty water. Ethan's eyes followed the murky form that slithered around inside the tub, feeling a mix of curiosity and revulsion hit his stomach. Something felt off about this, but the voice was right. He knew what this was. He knew what this would entail. He had agreed to it beforehand.
"Put your head down sideways, touching the water," the voice ordered.
Ethan gripped the side of the table the briefcase was on, his fingers pressed hard against the cold oak. He cast an uncertain glance over at his fraternity brothers, all of whom stared at him urgently, willing him to do it. This was his decision. This was his life. These were his friends, his comrades, his brothers. Ethan turned his head sideways, facing away from the sludgy liquid within the bowl, and lowered his ear. A shiver sparked through his body at the touch of skin to the cold liquid, but it was nothing compared to the slimy touch that soon followed. He jerked back immediately in surprise, but felt one of his friend's hands laid firm on his shoulder. With eyes closed tight, Ethan lowered his ear back to the liquid and waited. There it was again--the clammy touch, probing.
He winced at the soft tickling sensation of the yeerk entering his ear, at the fullness as its body filled one ear completely and blocked all sound from it. His flesh crawled at the squirmy sensation at something that writhed deeper and deeper into his ear canal, not painful, no, as he felt numb, but uncomfortable nonetheless. Then, shock. Something touched his mind. It was an invasion that was completely and utterly personal. He could feel another presence; first it was faint, but then it grew and grew until it was oppressive. It took over everything, shrouded his mind and filled every corner. Suddenly he was unable to move his hand, unable to turn his head to look around or even blink. He couldn't speak or breathe on his own. He could see whatever it was opening his thoughts, reading his mind, learning everything about him. His habits, his fears, his desires, his deepest secrets. Panic rose in him like a wave, but he could do nothing.
Then, a voice. Not one he could hear with his ears, but something that spoke to him within his mind. It was direct, casual, amused.
<<Hello, Ethan.>>
