Post by Stray on Jan 18, 2011 18:44:41 GMT -5
Name: Kasey Night | Stray
Age: 17
Birthday: 18/February
Gender: Male
Hometown: Tokushima, Japan
Face Claim: Camui, Gackt
Nationality: Japanese-American
Languages Spoken: English
Description:
Kasey isn’t the most masculine male out there but he doesn’t let his femininity get in the way of how he fights or how much effort he puts into his work. Because of this he’s lean but not overly muscled and where he can’t be a heavy weight or on the front line he’s swift and agile, relying on those skills to catch the enemy by surprise rather than sheer force.
His skin is pale, not doing many things outside or during the day time and because of this his eyes are rather light sensitive. Being Japanese-American he is somewhat a visual anomaly. Blue eyes and an otherwise completely colorless complexion. Standing at 5'8" with a very feminine figure and alluring face it'd be expected that Kasey would be a gentle soul. One look at his expression or arrogant swagger would prove you wrong. his life hasn't been pleasant and he is straight through and through a street boy. Or a 'stray' as he would tell someone.
Skills:
Fighting – He’s picked up some martial arts and things that would have him survive somewhat on the streets. But not being a heavy weight also means he relies on his speed and being swift. He’s also educated with using blades.
Parkour- It’s gotten him out of a few sticky spots especially with police and currently he uses to run from human-controllers.
Guitar- A skill he doesn’t share eagerly as it’s more of a personal suppress for him.
First Aid- He can mend more than your average scrape but reattaching limbs is past his skills.
Personality: It seems to be Kasey’s goal in life to annoy or irritate everyone around him with sharp sarcasm or blatant disrespect, he’s like the proverbial stray cat/dog that should have been left alone.
Despite his constant bristling and dislike for human company he is rather lonely, unaccustomed to the concept of ‘friends’ or ‘partners’
Kasey isn’t a very amiable person, he knows that he has to participate in a team to survive and accomplish things especially now considering the whole invasion/war with the aliens. Cool and calculating his expressions seem to range from bitter annoyance to cold and almost inhuman rage. He could be a leader if he took more notice of other people’s feelings; he’s just been taking care and traveling by himself too long to think any other way.
With the emotional abilities of a glacier and the mindset of a vengeful teen he is hardly the dating type. He finds romance pointless and a waste of time. How is falling in love going to help gain victor and revenge? With time he could be proven wrong.
It goes without saying that Kasey is a defensive and constantly on guard person. His logic is always be ready for anything. Emotionally he has been hurt in the past. He swears to never be that weak ever again. Living on the streets for some time has also enforced his logic and given him a stronger sense of instinct. He goes by his ‘street’ name as a way of staying distant from others, he believes that the last thing he needs is to get attached to people, and it would hinder his focus.
Bio/History: With no background save the one of being found on the street it's really the only information he would be willing to give. Kasey's been on the street ever since he could remember, doing what he can to survive which included fighting and prostitution. It wasn't a fairy tale life that he had been leading and often Kasey shows that he has no value of staying alive. Up until now with the alien invasion it seems he would keep such a dark look on life. Now with things changing he seems to be fighting just to prove to himself he does have a reason to live.
He’s not the type of boy to lay down and accept other people’s orders. When it was explained to him what a ‘yeerk’ was he was already bristling at the thought of having something in his head and controlling him. That is also one of the reason’s he’s joined the rebellion. The second reason is his constant rage needs an outlet so the chance to fight something and not have to hold back is a very black reason but it is a reason.
Starting Morphs:
Land: Bengal Cat
Bug: Cricket
Other: Road Runner
Scene with Parent:
The coldness of snow, everything is so white... The shadows of the snow are blue. Like a sheet of diamond the falling snow lands upon unfeeling tombstones. It takes me a while but I realize that I am propped up upon such a solemn reminder. My limbs are throbbing but its cry is far quieter that the pain within my chest which echoes emptily. Looking up I see a church-like building up the twisting path halfway up the mountain. Blue flowers adorn black leaved trees, their smooth white trunks competing with the pure snow. I’m stumbling past and occasionally falling, ruining the perfect sheets of white.
Already I have cuts and scrapes from the snow, which is more like broken glass and the howling, biting wind does no better. I just need to get to the church. It’s a little further away than I thought it was...
I tried to get up but my limbs don’t listen to me anymore. I’m sleepy and my vision is fading…just a little further…--
Stray was woken up and ripped out of his strange dream with a sharp kick to his ribs, with a grunt he opened a single blue eye, glaring venomously up at a grinning face of his friend Ves, a bluish haze of cigarette smoke drifting around him from the white cylinder at his lips. Ragged strands of green and black fell down his shoulders from under his black cowboy hat.
“Up and at ‘em sleeping beauty, the master says you have a client today in Lower Town.” Was the cooed morning call. Client; that was either someone who wanted him as a runner or a fighter. Because even after a declared war with an alien race no one had heard of, the Underground was more demanding than ever for their black entertainment.
Grumbling the teen pushed himself up from off the piece of alleyway he had been sleeping on, not making it to his room at the ‘diamond pavilion’ and for once the effeminate male was grateful. Who could get any sleep with all the bustling and such in the small cramped apartments? As for the ‘master’
“He can bite me,” came the dry grumbling response of the teen as he glanced up to see the green and black-haired man pull out a small dusty can of espresso coffee drink and drop it in the younger male’s lap. It wasn’t much since the invasion but the fact Ves was willing to share from his own hoarded stash meant the ties between them ran a lot deeper than just ‘survivors’. I practically bordered on brotherhood.
Ves just raised an eyebrow at the other and flicked the ashes of his smoke into his hair, earning an annoyed hiss when a few of the cinders burned Kasey’s scalp.
“I’d be careful what you wish for Stray. Besides, you’re the best free runner we have right now and what with all those ray-gunners your kind is a dying breed.” That earned another dry look as the teen stood up and stretched before downing the coffee drink in a few swallows.
He didn’t have to be told twice about the ‘ray-gunners’ picking off the free runners. After all he had quite a few run-ins with them, each time just making an escape by the skin of his teeth. Kasey just couldn’t decide whether the controllers thought of it like shooting game birds or really took it seriously, after all he was still alive. But maybe it was as how Ves had said it; he was the best of his kind.
Which was why he was working for a jerk who still thought he was king of the underground and being paid in cigarettes and scraps? No it couldn't stay this way, Kasey didn’t like cigarettes. He’d have to find something better to do with his talents than run around and avoid being blasted by people he wanted to take a swing at.
Age: 17
Birthday: 18/February
Gender: Male
Hometown: Tokushima, Japan
Face Claim: Camui, Gackt
Nationality: Japanese-American
Languages Spoken: English
Description:
Kasey isn’t the most masculine male out there but he doesn’t let his femininity get in the way of how he fights or how much effort he puts into his work. Because of this he’s lean but not overly muscled and where he can’t be a heavy weight or on the front line he’s swift and agile, relying on those skills to catch the enemy by surprise rather than sheer force.
His skin is pale, not doing many things outside or during the day time and because of this his eyes are rather light sensitive. Being Japanese-American he is somewhat a visual anomaly. Blue eyes and an otherwise completely colorless complexion. Standing at 5'8" with a very feminine figure and alluring face it'd be expected that Kasey would be a gentle soul. One look at his expression or arrogant swagger would prove you wrong. his life hasn't been pleasant and he is straight through and through a street boy. Or a 'stray' as he would tell someone.
Skills:
Fighting – He’s picked up some martial arts and things that would have him survive somewhat on the streets. But not being a heavy weight also means he relies on his speed and being swift. He’s also educated with using blades.
Parkour- It’s gotten him out of a few sticky spots especially with police and currently he uses to run from human-controllers.
Guitar- A skill he doesn’t share eagerly as it’s more of a personal suppress for him.
First Aid- He can mend more than your average scrape but reattaching limbs is past his skills.
Personality: It seems to be Kasey’s goal in life to annoy or irritate everyone around him with sharp sarcasm or blatant disrespect, he’s like the proverbial stray cat/dog that should have been left alone.
Despite his constant bristling and dislike for human company he is rather lonely, unaccustomed to the concept of ‘friends’ or ‘partners’
Kasey isn’t a very amiable person, he knows that he has to participate in a team to survive and accomplish things especially now considering the whole invasion/war with the aliens. Cool and calculating his expressions seem to range from bitter annoyance to cold and almost inhuman rage. He could be a leader if he took more notice of other people’s feelings; he’s just been taking care and traveling by himself too long to think any other way.
With the emotional abilities of a glacier and the mindset of a vengeful teen he is hardly the dating type. He finds romance pointless and a waste of time. How is falling in love going to help gain victor and revenge? With time he could be proven wrong.
It goes without saying that Kasey is a defensive and constantly on guard person. His logic is always be ready for anything. Emotionally he has been hurt in the past. He swears to never be that weak ever again. Living on the streets for some time has also enforced his logic and given him a stronger sense of instinct. He goes by his ‘street’ name as a way of staying distant from others, he believes that the last thing he needs is to get attached to people, and it would hinder his focus.
Bio/History: With no background save the one of being found on the street it's really the only information he would be willing to give. Kasey's been on the street ever since he could remember, doing what he can to survive which included fighting and prostitution. It wasn't a fairy tale life that he had been leading and often Kasey shows that he has no value of staying alive. Up until now with the alien invasion it seems he would keep such a dark look on life. Now with things changing he seems to be fighting just to prove to himself he does have a reason to live.
He’s not the type of boy to lay down and accept other people’s orders. When it was explained to him what a ‘yeerk’ was he was already bristling at the thought of having something in his head and controlling him. That is also one of the reason’s he’s joined the rebellion. The second reason is his constant rage needs an outlet so the chance to fight something and not have to hold back is a very black reason but it is a reason.
Starting Morphs:
Land: Bengal Cat
Bug: Cricket
Other: Road Runner
Scene with Parent:
The coldness of snow, everything is so white... The shadows of the snow are blue. Like a sheet of diamond the falling snow lands upon unfeeling tombstones. It takes me a while but I realize that I am propped up upon such a solemn reminder. My limbs are throbbing but its cry is far quieter that the pain within my chest which echoes emptily. Looking up I see a church-like building up the twisting path halfway up the mountain. Blue flowers adorn black leaved trees, their smooth white trunks competing with the pure snow. I’m stumbling past and occasionally falling, ruining the perfect sheets of white.
Already I have cuts and scrapes from the snow, which is more like broken glass and the howling, biting wind does no better. I just need to get to the church. It’s a little further away than I thought it was...
I tried to get up but my limbs don’t listen to me anymore. I’m sleepy and my vision is fading…just a little further…--
Stray was woken up and ripped out of his strange dream with a sharp kick to his ribs, with a grunt he opened a single blue eye, glaring venomously up at a grinning face of his friend Ves, a bluish haze of cigarette smoke drifting around him from the white cylinder at his lips. Ragged strands of green and black fell down his shoulders from under his black cowboy hat.
“Up and at ‘em sleeping beauty, the master says you have a client today in Lower Town.” Was the cooed morning call. Client; that was either someone who wanted him as a runner or a fighter. Because even after a declared war with an alien race no one had heard of, the Underground was more demanding than ever for their black entertainment.
Grumbling the teen pushed himself up from off the piece of alleyway he had been sleeping on, not making it to his room at the ‘diamond pavilion’ and for once the effeminate male was grateful. Who could get any sleep with all the bustling and such in the small cramped apartments? As for the ‘master’
“He can bite me,” came the dry grumbling response of the teen as he glanced up to see the green and black-haired man pull out a small dusty can of espresso coffee drink and drop it in the younger male’s lap. It wasn’t much since the invasion but the fact Ves was willing to share from his own hoarded stash meant the ties between them ran a lot deeper than just ‘survivors’. I practically bordered on brotherhood.
Ves just raised an eyebrow at the other and flicked the ashes of his smoke into his hair, earning an annoyed hiss when a few of the cinders burned Kasey’s scalp.
“I’d be careful what you wish for Stray. Besides, you’re the best free runner we have right now and what with all those ray-gunners your kind is a dying breed.” That earned another dry look as the teen stood up and stretched before downing the coffee drink in a few swallows.
He didn’t have to be told twice about the ‘ray-gunners’ picking off the free runners. After all he had quite a few run-ins with them, each time just making an escape by the skin of his teeth. Kasey just couldn’t decide whether the controllers thought of it like shooting game birds or really took it seriously, after all he was still alive. But maybe it was as how Ves had said it; he was the best of his kind.
Which was why he was working for a jerk who still thought he was king of the underground and being paid in cigarettes and scraps? No it couldn't stay this way, Kasey didn’t like cigarettes. He’d have to find something better to do with his talents than run around and avoid being blasted by people he wanted to take a swing at.
