Post by KENNETH ALMIAS on Feb 12, 2011 19:52:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/2dvq6j6.jpg,true][atrb=width,453,true] I am the maniac, I am the fool I found a monster in me when I lost my cool It lives inside of me Eating what’s in its web… GENERAL INFORMATION NAME: Kenneth Almias NICKNAMES: Ken, Kenny, Ken Hatchet, The Red Collector RACE: Mutant AGE: 28 (122) GENDER: Male SEXUALITY: Pansexual. Kenneth gets his kicks from many different sexual acts. He is both a sadist and a masochist, viewing sex as a display of power and dominance over a person. To twist them to his desires, to mold their own to better suit his needs. RESIDENCE: Junkyard Downs OCCUPATION: Gangster (Black Collars)/Deceiver PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION REFLECTION: Ken eyed himself in the reflection of the woman’s glasses, a wicked smirk creeping onto his lips. Brushing his gloved hand through his black-blue hair, he pouted when he felt liquid from his glove intermingle with the fine strands. He would remedy that later, being one to keep his hair silky and smooth, despite the poor conditions the Downs offered. Removing the gloves from his hands, he tossed them into the corner of the dirty little shack, clenching and then unfurling his fingers in an attempt to remove the dryness that seemed adamant to stick to his hands. Normally he would never remove his gloves but now and then his hands ached to be free of the confines of fine leather. Again the smirk came to his lips, the thought of never being able to get the stain out of his precious gloves simply causing him excitement. He was of an athletic build, the harsh world he lived in calling for such things and in the end, Ken appreciated the look of his body…despite that scars adorned them. Front to back, side to side, his scars were a painting that spoke volumes of his past. Did they leave one to imagine a past mired in servitude and hatred? Who would ever dare to guess that most were self-inflicted. From old burns to scars from knifes that had cut deep, they did little to slow or stiffen his movement. Ken was happy with his five-nine stature...sometimes it left him unnoticed, overlooked even. He was more than satisfied with that. Making his way over to the kitchen table, he began to put his shirt back on, followed by a blue coat. The clothing Ken wore differed, it depended on the day and what mood he was in. Or who he stole it from. If it was something he liked the look of, he simply took it. He saw himself as a handsome man, if not then the woman who was lying in a pool of her own blood wouldn’t have been so willing to let him into her home. A whimper escaped her, catching Ken’s attention…he couldn’t suppress the laugh, a laugh that was cruel and mocking. Had she only stayed quiet a bit longer, he may never have known she was still alive. Kneeling down, he looked into her eyes with his own…one eye as bright a blue as the sky and the other as red as the blood that dripped down her face. Lust gleamed in those terrifying eyes as he gently stroked her cheek. Feeling her quiver, he snickered as he reached down and removed a knife from the sheath hidden in his boot… FACE CLAIM: Katekyō Hitman Reborn! - Rokudō Mukuro PERSONALITY AND MORE THE GOOD: What one person may consider a good trait, another may view it in a negative light. What does being ambitious truly gain you? Kenneth aspires towards greater goals, goals that are kept to himself and to see them fulfilled, he would leave a mass of corpses in his wake. But time is needed for such grand schemes, patience to wait out a storm, patience to pick and choose. And thus, Ken has always been a calculating man. With one action set in motion, he is more than willing to lay out a plan for a single person and guide them along. For a plan is nothing more than a set of dominoes. One by one, everything is linked, everything is connected. There is nothing wasted, nothing disregarded. Being attentive is his bread and butter, his empathy the decoder to reading the blueprints of someone’s life. What is asked of a killer, he embodies. What is asked of a predator, Kenneth views himself as the end all, be all. Ken is loyal to an extent but he can easily twist words in his favor. If someone was to offer him something, be it out of kindness or reward, he can simply mold it into an act of pity, of disrespect. Everything consists of perspective, after all, and his is the only one that matters in the end. Kenneth’s cunning would suggest an upbringing far from the filth of the lower classes he associates with these days. His knowledge of the games nobles play, of the Upside’s aristocracy, his impressive combative prowess that suggest extensive training…everything about him screams superiority. But alas, he denies he has ever lived anywhere but the Junkyard. It leaves many to speculate and spread many a rumor about him… THE BAD: Secretive and manipulative, Kenneth will do everything in his power to get his way. More often than not he is caught eyeing himself in a mirror in a manner that would leave many uncomfortable. It is no wonder why some of his fellow Black Collars view him as a narcissist. Seductive in his own right, Ken will go out of his way to lure and woo someone…really, anything and anyone that catches his fancy. They all serve their purpose one way or another to satisfy his sexual cravings. Everyone is weighed and measured the second he meets them, tools for his amusement and pleasure, pawns for the game no one but Ken can see. The man wears a mask upon a mask upon a mask, the layers of his personality are played differently for each person he meets. Will he be a noble, upstanding citizen, or a cowardly vagabond? His personal favorite is the barhopping drunkard. Despite being a mutant himself, he is horribly racist towards mutants and chimeras, those he considers impure and different. Sadistic wouldn’t even be the correct word to use to describe his actions behind closed doors and pain brought his way only entices him more, for under the layers of how he lets other perceive him, he is nothing more than a psychotic bastard. Perfection is a theme he carries wholeheartedly but it goes beyond the simplicity of physical achievement. No, it lies in perfection of the mind, the perfection of a plan seen through. And if that plan should be dragged into disarray, he has been seen only once to break into a mad rage. At least, in front of others. That situation alone had netted him a position in the Black Collars. A personal mission of his own guides him towards a future covered in fire and destruction. A future he longs for, a future he knows will be achieved. BELIEF: Reign of Azrael – Is it a personal deity of his own creation that he alone follows or is it an underground cult? Regardless, Kenneth follows this religion with the belief that it will take him to greater heights, past the pinnacle of humanity’s potential. Sacrifice and loyalty is all that is asked, though as to what that sacrifice entails is never explained clearly. Taking it upon himself to translate the meaning, let’s just say there has been many missing persons since Ken took up the religion. With his devotion he feels he has been rewarded with visions of the future, a path to follow that will allow him to attain perfection. The red tint of his right eye he views as a gift from his god, a way to act as a medium between him and a being beyond the confines of reality. WEAPON SLOT: Hatchet – A weapon of fine make, oiled and sharpened well. A thick wooden handle attached to excellently crafted steel. Its casing is of simple leather, the monotony of its make in stark contrast to Ken’s personality and mannerisms. It is a memento of the past, some have said, and may be the reason why it is never far from hand. Ken has earned his reputation on his axe, the only thing that is solid and true about him. The hatchet is slung over his shoulder, usually hidden under a coat. The story of who Kenneth Almias really is can be found in a rolled up parchment stored in the hollow handle. Those who have managed to sneak a peek have suffered a fate far worse than death. LIKES AND HOBBIES: There is a long list of what Kenneth enjoys, most of which involve being naked and having a knife in his hand. Drugs and alcohol are fine indulgences, though moderation is asked of him for the man is careful not to lose himself to inebriation. Sex is another of his favorite pastimes though it usually never ends well for his partner, especially if they aren’t human. The touch of skin, the feel of another’s hot breath, the look of dread peeking through the lust in that last moment of climax. It would twist the stomach to hear the horrors he has wrought upon others in the name of both himself and his god. Yet even before it reaches the bedroom (assuming that is indeed the final destination), it is the thrill of the hunt that excites him almost as much as the end of his venture. Flirtation and careful planting of suggestions and offers, every word and movement is calculated into the finale of his victim. Planning and plotting has become driven into his very being and is sometimes done on simple instinct, a subtle action he isn’t aware of half the time. What is, simply is, even if it takes months to come into view. Despite all the deception and manipulation, he is no stranger to the ballad of blades. Fighting is a completely different monster in his eyes, a perfect way to display his superiority. At the end of the day, at the end of a plan, he makes certain that he always walks away with a prize. And that prize usually consists of either a scalp or a severed finger… DISLIKES AND TURN-OFFS: Ken absolutely despises mutants as well as chimeras. He views them as abominations, humans that had abandoned their journey to perfection. Though this marks him as a hypocrite, he hates being called out on it and doing so would most assuredly add you to his list of sacrificial offerings. Nothing truly turns him off aside from green eyes and even then he is still willing to seal the deal. Another off-putting situation is when his plans are foiled or brought to light. He has a sly tongue that can get him out of most predicaments but debating is an utter annoyance to him. Quite simply, he thinks he’s right almost all the time so trying to prove otherwise is a waste of time. But when worse comes to worse, when he is backed into a corner, he will simply vanish. That is, not before he has scalped half the people he has used. ASPIRATIONS: Ah, goals and dreams. What we all strive for, what we can all summon that inner strength for to see them achieved. On the baser level of things, Ken’s current goal is to establish himself well within the Black Collars and in return, offer them his loyalty. He would see his newfound allies rested upon the mantle of rule, to strip power from the Scarlet Guns and Ravages. For nothing is truly as fulfilling as to rip another’s dreams away and soil them. Once that is established, he would take control for himself. But Kenneth would not settle for the muck beneath a boot. No, if he is to take control, he would bring the clouds above down to him. All this, of course, is never told openly…no, that would keep the puzzle pieces from falling together perfectly. And yet, once the play has been acted out, once the game has been won, he will see himself upon a throne of bones while fire rages and blood flows freely around him. And he will smile all the while. LOOKING BACK: Kenneth has many fond memories to look back on, but most are trivial and shallow. There is no real memory he could look back on and say he truly cherished. At least, not anymore. There was a time where he had a family, so very long ago. A father, a mother, siblings. All long gone after meeting an end by his own hands. A time where he counted himself among the privileged that resided in the skies above. For a time there was a woman in his life, a girl that quelled his ambitions. Her hair was thick and as dark as a raven’s feather, pale skin and eyes that were pools of cinnamon brown. She had calmed the beast within for what seemed like a mere second in ages long past. She had calmed it…and tried to destroy it. It was truly a pitiful display and he has yearned to hear similar screams. Was she a child of a king or was she just another noble? Ah, how the past truly blurs together. Years have come and gone, he has played ‘the game’ many times before and will continue to do so till he declares the final checkmate. MISCELLANY: Kenneth has exceptional speed and heightened senses that far exceed the average human. But this isn’t the truth of his mutation, merely the after effect of preparation and intensive training. Ken, while seeming to be a young man is far from it. His mutation has slowed his aging to a standstill. Another note is that his title of the Red Collector is not one he openly shares, preferring to leave it as rumor among the populous and a warning to those who know better. OUT OF CHARACTER OOC NAME: James, Jimmy, Dim AGE: 25 GENDER: Like, totally a dude. EXPERIENCE: I hold with me the mighty Sword of Writing Experience +10! REFERRED BY: Kevin Bacon. He’s my homie. OTHER CHARACTERS: Dimitri Darter ANYTHING ELSE: Navy. Sexy. Awesome. HAMMERS AND WAFFLES! APPLICATION TEMPLATE MADE BY EDWARD, EXCLUSIVELY FOR USE ON THE BLUE |
