Post by EDGAR KINLAW on Jan 1, 2012 22:13:26 GMT -6
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EDGAR mikhail KINLAW
"These humans all suck.
I'd rather be home feeling violent and lonely."NAME:: Edgar Kinlaw
AGE:: Thirteen
GENDER:: Male
CLASS:: Unifi
BIRTH SEASON:: Fall
ORIENTATION:: NonsexualPOSITIVE TRAITS::
-- Flexible;With a very complex way of thinking, young Edgar plans almost every move many steps ahead. This leaves room for little to no error, and something he prides in. He expects any and every little thing, realistically that is, in which could happen to foil his plan.
-- Mature;Despite the age of thirteen, Edgar talks as if he is some social diplomat, with a vocabulary that is quite astonishing. He is sophisticated, and carries with him a poise aura. However, having his age or the fact he is indeed young, he knows a wide range of colorful words he is more than willing to spit.
-- Persistent;To the point of almost being annoying to anyone opposing him, Edgar will shove fact, after percentage, after example in your face to see that you take his side. He is highly dedicated to the cause, and will do all he can to sway you as well.
-- Realistic;Not one to daydream, Edgar sets realistic goals and expectations. For example, if someone were to fail miserably at something, he wouldn't expect them to pass with flying colors the next go around. This causes him to catogorize people the first time he meets them, which can turn around to bite him in the butt later.
-- Systematic;Edgar is, to a 't', a highly organized individual. Any sort of dysfunction causes him to go into a state of panic until it is fixed.
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NEGATIVE TRAITS::
-- Callous;Cruel, yet collected, Edgar possesses a very sick and twisted mind. He has little regard for the well being of others. Pain in others eyes and emotions comes as almost a pleasure to the peculiar boy.
-- Controlling;From start to finish, Edgar likes to plan every single move, of every single person. What they say, how they say it, expressions, movement. The whole shebang. However, most tend to turn a blind eye to him, to which he is not afraid to lash out at.
-- Dishonest;'Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it.' He will tell you what you want to hear, only if it gets him what he wants.
-- Ego-Centric;He is the best, and he knows it. Feel free to compliment him on everything he does, and he will lessen your suffering when the times comes.
-- Selfish;Edgar don't care. He just takes what he wants.
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GOALS::
-- One day take over the Unifi;Fiercely loyal to Eli, Edgar serves much as a loyal dog to the man. He admires Eli, and strives to be similar, yet greater at the same time. He wants to one day assume command of the Unifi, and bring it to a whole new level, with his ideals as the forefront to their efforts. Until then he will try and weasel his way into Eli's mind, and secretly use him as a puppet.
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FEARS::
-- His Father;Not limited to just his father, who scares the living shit out of him, but anyone who tries to become a fatherly figure in his life. This has never ended well with young Edgar, so he keeps a good distance from any older male apart from Eli.
-- Unexpected variables;Everyone knows Edgar always plans things out twenty steps ahead, but there are such instances when something that he had not planned for, happens. As in, something completely unrealistic, that to a point, is unfathomable. When this happens, he usually falls into a deep state of panic, and passes out.
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STORY::
"My life had no fabulous beginning. I wasn't born under some bright start, on a perfect night. It was completely average, so someone with as much grandeur as myself. Regardless, my father was Allen Kinlaw, and at the time of my birth, had already started to sink into his phychotic stages of life. He was a devilishly handsome man, with a deep voice that commanded your every being. His Soulmate, Annie, as I recall her name to be, was an equally callous Darkrai. I used to be curious that such a Pokemon as that would have been matched with my Father. They made quite a pair, and looking back, I can see why. And then, there was my mother, Lenore. Beautiful, calm, collected, and exceedingly gentle. She was as precious as a flower petal, and innocence seemed to course in her veins. Poe was her well matched Dragonaire, and he was a mirror image to Annie. I remembered them clashing often, in private of course. There was obvious tension between the two, of that I was sure. I could only imagine what was going on between my parents. However, the doom growing between them was never evident, at least when I was around.
Now, you are probably beginning to wonder where my Soulmate was at this time. She was, of course, always by my side. Her and I were inseparable. My darling Innisfree. She was a quite, yet prideful Ninetails, who would carry me around on her back everywhere we went. She loved me, and I loved her.
We all lived like this, Father and Annie, Mother and Poe, myself and Innisfree, for a good eight years before things began to turn sour. It started with Father coming home very late at night. He would stumble in, roaring drunk and made with rage. At first, he would start yelling at Mother. Before long, yelling came to breaking things. Breaking things led to pushing Mother. Pushing Mother led to hitting Mother. Annie even took part in it, attacking Poe in fits of rage. Both were too kind and frail to dare lift a finger towards Father. I would be forced to listen to this almost every night. Our mansion was large, but Mother's sobs and Poe's distraught cries echoed to every room. Innisfree and I would huddle together, until the beatings ceased, and a tired Father went to bed. At first, I would cry too. That was my family. But, eventually, I became used to it, and at one point, viewed it as an annoyance.
And then I turned twelve...
By then our family, if you could even call it that, had crumbled apart. No one talked at meals, no one celebrated holidays. Mother was almost always sporting a bruised eye and lip. Sadly, this was normal. Or what he had come to view as normal. So, when I walked into the kitchen for regular supper, it is safe to say I was shocked, when it was only Father, sitting at the head of an elongated oak table. Annie was floating beside him, that stoic look beaming in her eyes. Something was wrong. I could feel it, as well as Innisfree.
Father could no doubt see I was on edge. Nevertheless, he beckoned me closer, saying he had something exciting to show me. A gift, he claimed, since it was my birthday. Leading me down into the cellar, which I was naive enough to do, he said I had something extraordinary at the bottom. As I descended, I felt something hard hit the back of my head. I stumbled forward in a daze, missing some steps and falling the rest of the way to the bottom. The rest is almost a blur, but I will try and put it together as best I can. Laying there, on the cold cellar floor, I heard Annie fighting with Innisfree, somewhere above me. She had not come down with me, for whatever reason. Their battle was savage, but ended quickly with a loud snap. In my own body, I felt incredible pain, emotionally and physically. As if someone had just ripped out my heart. And then, I blacked out.
Waking up, it took me a while to figure out where I was. In our cellar, we had one light, which liked to flutter often. Trying to catch my barring, one of the first things I noticed was how empty I felt. As if something was missing. And yet, and the same time, I felt free, and lifted. I didn't call out to Innisfree, as I normally would have done, but instead, looked around the room. To anyone else who saw what I say, I'm sure they would have vomited on the spot, or cried in complete terror. From the rafters to the wine cellar, Mother hung. A noose was secured tightly around her neck. Poe was no where to be found, and it didn't take long to figure out what had happened. I'm not sure how long she had been dead, if it was indeed suicide, or my Father and Annie had done this. My stomach began to feel sick, and as I quickly stood, whatever had been in my stomach was hurled at the floor. It was almost too much. reaching out for the rail to the stairs, I heaved myself up them, mixing salty tears with more bile from my insides. Pushing open the cellar door, I fell onto the cold tile of our kitchen. I was distraught. I couldn't stop shaking, or crying, or dry heaving. It was the weakest I had ever bee in my life.
But, where was Father? Taking what seemed like hours to actually calm down, I ran to my room. Mother was dead, Father was psychotic, and Innisfree...I stopped in my packing of whatever I owned. My Soulmate. Absent mindedly, a hand flew to my heart. It hurt. Terribly. Perhaps my Father had taken her. Kidnapped her. But, somehow, in the back of my mind, I knew. My most beloved friend, Innisfree the Ninetails, was no more.
I left that damned mansion, setting fire to everything I could. The flames nipped at my heels, but I dare not look back. My Father, to assume, had long since left. To this day, I don't know if he is alive, or not. And now, here I am. Losing Innisfree was a temporary hurt I got over. Look at me know. I'm brilliant, sophisticated, and doing well on my own. Well, along wit help from my newest companion, Eli. He is the only human since my time at the mansion I have come to grow fond of. But, I know such relations will never last. And what of my Father, and Annie? Will they discover I'm still alive, or could they possibly already know? If so...Will they come looking for me?"
CLAIM::
[b]BLACK BUTLER[/b] -- [b]alois trancy[/b] -- edgar kinlaw
OOC NAME:: Blitzy![/blockquote][/blockquote]
EXPERIENCE:: Mucho grande
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:: Magic...
