Name: Kyle ‘Kai’ Trelor
Age: 20
Gender: male
Sexuality: gay as heck
Appearance: tall and well built, muscular from excessive training but like… not ripped if you know why I mean. On the paler side and has a slight tan in the summer months, soft and shortish black hair that is always messy and looks like he has constantly run his hand through it from agitation, dull blue, icey eyes, has a long scar that runs from his left eye down to the bottom of his chin on a diagonal (hides with concealer when out in public normally). Actually has a very warm smile but he doesn’t smile often.
Personality: when at work- cold hearted and ruthless to those that try and take him down or get in his way, violent but somehow level headed st the same time, born leader. Hates getting no for an answer. Even though most people see him as his merciless murderer he has a soft side, one he doesn’t show. He is very loyal to the few he cares about. Will be kind to those who deserve it, mainly kids, the poor and other innocents. When at uni, he is a hard working student studying forensic science. He isn’t introverted but he isn’t extroverted either. He is kind and caring unless he dislikes you.
Preferred weapons: daggers or snipers
Background: Kyle was abandoned on the streets as a young child, given off to a homeless woman when he was about three years old. This parents already had two older children, teenagers, and they didn’t want another child so they dropped him. They were very rich and snobbish from what Kyle learnt about them in later years.
He took to learning an education from studying in the local library for many years before he eventually got a job. The woman who was looking after him died when he was about 14 and he loved on the streets for a long time after that. His education fell, though and he took to teaching himself again. When he was seventeen he took to crime. Stealing things and selling them for money until he was caught. This person took them in and trained him to become a killer and paid for his uni fees until he passed away and Kyle took on his legacy.
there's no rush, you can post your form tomorrow if you want
and yeah, subtle magic sounds good, just nothing too OP
Okay, well, I’ve gtg but I’m excited for when this starts :)
oh whoah the form was ready xD
love him! I'll put up mine tonight
Name: Marius Elliott Prince
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: pansexual
Appearance: Curly chestnut hair, thick, fluffy, and soft, cut fairly short, permanently messy. Creamy skin tone wth a flushed undertone around his cheeks and the tip of his nose, a faint spray of freckles. Warm, tawny eyes with golden and mahogany undertones, lined with long, dark, almost girlish lashes. A thin nose, full, usually bloodied lips, a rounder face shape as opposed to more ovular. Around 5’9”, a generally average build, a teensy bit of chub. Arms and legs littered with self-harm scars that he does his best to cover up with various articles of clothing, broad shoulders lengthwise, but slim width-wise.
Personality: Introverted, somewhat shy, a deep thinker. A mind full of dark thoughts, absolutely hates himself, very artistic and poetic soul. Wistful, rapidly going from optimistic to pessimistic, always trying to help people out, no matter the toll on himself.
Background: Parents divorced when he was twelve, his seven year-old sister went to live with their father while Marius stayed with their mother. His father had always been an alcoholic, a fact that had been made well-known to his school community after an incident out on the field. All through primary, middle, and high school, he was bullied relentlessly for it and the bruises that popped up all over his body, and in tenth grade, it all became too much. He tried to hang himself, but was caught and saved by his mother. It threw her into a deep depression, until he was the one practically keeping the house together, especially after she was assaulted one night and became pregnant. The baby girl died at birth, and his younger sister threw herself off a bridge at around the same time after their father raped her on multiple occasions, which pushed both mother and son so incredibly close to the edge that Marius thought that this was it for them. By the time he was in his junior year of high school, he had already attempted suicide two more times, and cut himself on an almost daily basis. Somehow, he got out of high school alive— and in his second year of university (he applied and received a scholarship) his mother killed herself.
That is some backstory, ooft.
Nice character though!
Oof
Thanks
Love yours too!
Thanks
How are we gonna start this thing?
Do you want our characters to know of eachother beforehand? Maybe they’re in one of the same classes? That would make things easier, I guess
Do you want to start with some mafia stuff or with the suicide?
Uh… suicide I think.
And then from that the Mafia stuff gets wrapped up into it somehow.
Alright
I was thinking it could be evening? Maybe they… have a study group together? And yours sees mine leaving directly after and follows?
Alright
Anything else you’d like to add before I put up the starter?
Uh… only that Kyle is a fluent Spanish and English speaker but… plot wise… nope
(got it)
(wait if they have a study group together that means they take a course together… crap. What should it be?)
(I don’t mind. Forensic science? Criminology? Idk)
(lol what a coincidence, I'm watching The Flash as we speak [if you didn't know, the main character is a forensic scientist]
and sure, give me a second to type the starter up)
Words drifted hazily past Marius's ears, words that were most likely of some importance, but that he couldn't bring himself to care about. It didn't matter anyway.. within half an hour at the most, he would be gone. After an excruciatingly long week, Friday had finally arrived, six days since he'd made the decision to end it all. But he'd wanted to live one more week, if only to say goodbye to everyone, even though they wouldn't know what for until it was too late.
The study group meeting was almost over, with barely three minutes to go…. how convenient that the very accessible roof of this building was five stories off the ground. Just a few more minutes.. Those five words were beginning to become his mantra, an immense consolation.
The person sitting beside him spoke up, loudly, jolting him out of his reverie. Marius blinked rapidly, doing his best to stay focused as his groupmates rambled on and on about theories and bullets and chemical reactions. Why did I join this group?
The week days had been long, the nights even longer. Too long for Kyle’s taste. Juggling school work and work stuff was beginning to become a hassle but he didn’t care, even if it meant living off of three hours of sleep for a week.
His note book was full of notes and dot points of various subjects, written in mostly Spanish but some English as well, accompanied with the occasional sketch of a gun or a weapons of some sort. He smiled and chuckled at the jokes being thrown around, even if it was out of character for him. Kyle looked up and glanced over at Marius, concern flooding through him for a few moments.
He considered him a friend. Or as close as one good get to a friend in his line of work and had grown fond of Marius. Not that he would ever admit it. But, he gently nudged the other boy with his knee and asked quietly.
“Amigo? Why so sad? You okay?”
As if emerging from a heavy fog, Marius blinked again, turning his head in Kyle's direction. His eyes were unfocused; it was as if he wasn't seeing the other man. "Pardon? Oh– yeah, I'm fine, just tired." The lie rolled off his tongue, so familiar by now that it came automatically, without him having to think about it. "How- How come?" Almost without realizing, he began to tap a rhythm out on his knee, irregular and seemingly meaningless– until he realized that he was tapping out the rhythm of the words 'I am not okay'. His hand fell flat immediately, breath hitching.
Kyle frowned, giving the other a once over before return his gaze to his face, clearly not convinced by his answer, “¿Cómo? Mi amigo, do you mean how come I asked? You’ve been zoning out the entire time and not focusing. Estoy preocupado por ti, ¿Vale? ¿Es eso tan difícil de creer?” He sighed, trying to remember to speak in English, “You sure you’re okay?”
Marius faked a smile, his exhaustion leaking through the façade. "I'm sure, Kyle. Just- Just tired, I didn't sleep much more than thirty minutes last night." At least the second part was the truth…. He was tired of lying. Tired of pretending. Tired of faking smiles, of saying 'I'm fine'. At least after tonight, he'd never have to do that again…
