Post by Kevin Collessano-Alvari on Jul 25, 2007 22:09:45 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Kevin Fields per birth certificate.
Also Known As: Legally changed to Kevin Collessano-Alvari.
Age: 20.
Height: 6'7".
Weight: 231 lbs.
Blood Type: B.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: The "I <3 poonan" orientation.
Eye Color: Black. Occasionally lightens to hazel.
Hair: Deep, dark, near-black brown. Can lighten at times.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Dancing, the occasional video game, writing, dancing, at one point working out, dancing, formerly practicing martial arts on a regular basis, and dancing.
Talents: An excellent ear for music, keen sense of rhythm, trilingual in English, Spanish and Portuguese, and of course, an excellent dancer in various styles. Catch the pattern?
Favorite things: Red, green, hip hop, R&B, kung fu movies, mushroom swiss burgers, mushrooms in his burritos, mushroom pizza, the Step Up movies, annnnd Twitter.
Sports/Clubs None at present.
Misc.: N/A.
Mental Information
Personality: Generally a warm person, when he tries. He's seen enough to make quite a few people see life without a great outlook, but tries to push past it with a worn, but genuine optimism. He can be mellow, but some things allow him to pull out a very solid passion; what he feels strongly about, he will stand for it like very few would. An occasional sense of humor with some hints of a jokester attitude round out a young man who's tryng to make the most of a tough life so far and use it to come out on top of his troubles.
Mentality: He's...stable. For a product of the current school system, he's stable. Holds down jobs, keeps his temper down, but all in all, Kevin's broken---between what he's witnessed in school, family issues annnnnd a bit of hereditary crap, Kevin struggles from time to time with split-personality disorder. He's on medication and it works for the most part, but he usually slips when those around him aren't looking. It's a complex issue, and one he had at one point thought he conquered, but Kevin takes it one step at a time with the hopes that it doesn't go public.
Ideal: Kevin is one who definitely stands for a lot of things that are good, right and just in the world. He opposes unnecessary violence, goes against those who mean ill towards innocents, and looks out for the general well-being of those around him. What he does to find a means to these ends is...well, sketchy. There have been cases where Kevin's caused violence in an attempt to end it in the long run; sought justice for a wrongdoing in trying to do a terror to the offender...you get the idea.
Belief: Raised under traditional Christian concepts. He supports and believes in his faith...though his actions may appear to show otherwise.
Physical Information
Build: Once was a very much shapely male specimen, with lean muscle and quite a bit of definition. Nowadays, Kevin is slim, and much of his muscle mass has been lost. He's no fatty, not even on the pudgy side...but he's definitely out of shape. He's got a ways to go to get back to his old self.
Defining Marks: A barely visible scar down the left eyelid, crossing his brow and coming to the cheek. Could easily just pass for a wrinkle. Some other scars on his body in assorted areas; most are all but gone, others visible but completely healed.
Description: Kevin's skintone shows that the man gets his fair share of sun. That, coupled with genetic traits gives him the faintest bronze to his skin. His eyelids open rather wide when interested, offering a significant spark to his gaze. Otherwise, he keeps a look of somewhat detached interest. His nose is straight, narrow, quite Greco-Roman. His lips have a decent fill to them; cheeks display small dimples depending on the expression. Hair just past the shoulders, usually kept in a basic style but always well managed and groomed. Long fingers, hands, arms, legs, EVERYTHING due to his height. His general stature and walk is loose, limber yet very coordinated and balanced to counter his height. I...think that's everything, right?
Apparel Information
Head Gear: If he wears one, it's most likely a fitted baseball cap, likely turned backwards, bill cocked up.
Shirts: Fond of fitted v-neck tees, though he can very much wear a baggy tall t-shirt. Also has an assortment of polos, short- and long-sleeve button-ups and sweaters. Can pull out a hoodie if the weather permits, as well as peacoats, which Kevin also takes a heavy liking to.
Pants: Baggy jeans in a variety of shades---light blue to dark blue to black, to gray, to clean white. Also wears basketball shorts when feeling extra comfortable and carries sweats when comfort meets winter weather.
Shoes: Never wears sandals. I repeat, NEVER WEARS SANDALS. Has a decent collection of sneakers, with a preference for high-tops; low-top shelltoes are also present, with a few canvas shoes (likely Converse) just by default. He's California born. However, his absolute favorite footwear would be his extensive collection of Timberland boots, having them in various colors and styles. They are his pride and joy, and he would be devastated for anything to happen to them.
Misc: Several piercings; one in each earlobe, likely some colored stone in a square cut. Two barbells in his tongue and one bar through his navel. Each bar has a red ball on one end with a green one on the other.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Mixed. Kevin's knowledge of various styles and techniques spans across the board. He is by no means a master, but he's learned quite a bit. Unfortunately though, Kevin had fallen out of practice over the past couple of years, and as a result it does not come naturally to him now. At present, he's just a streetfighter with some good instincts.
Years Practiced: 6 years taking martial arts; 10 years on-and-off with brawling.
Description of style: Whether using his learned skills or relying on just basics to survive a scuffle, Kevin will impliment his height and excellent reach to hit someone before they can get close enough to him to land much. He's quick on his feet for someone his size and with enough physical rehabilitation, can be quite the agile warrior. His gameplan in raw brawling involves some dirty boxing, throwing some precise punches with some grabbing, slams and the occasional front kick to soften up his foe while creating distance. Once he gets back into rhythm with the martial arts, his fighting style expands greatly---he still uses boxing for the backbone of his hand strikes, but definitely uses them with more flavor and variety, with a few palms and backhands to diversify his attack. His kicks are lethal; they can either be swift to whittle away muscle strength, or one or two powerful and accurate shots in an attempt to make an opponent quit. This coupled with the length of the legs themselves makes for not only a difficult time to actually hit Kevin, but adds to the simple momentum and centrifugal force that his attack can bring. Kevin isn't one to sit still, always light on his feet and moving to hopefully lure out an opening and exploit it. Lastly, Kevin is very much capable of counterattack, and if left uncovered, he will make a missed shot turn into a very regrettable decision to try and harm him. He is NOT one to be taken lightly.
History Information
History: Kevin was born in San Francisco to an Italian-American man who would almost immediately walk out on Kevin after birth and a mother who was Brazilian and Native American. His mother opted out of the father's surname and instead gave Kevin her Native American mother's maiden name, Fields. He grew up the quiet and introverted type, preferring books over other children. This led to bullying and teasing from other students at his school that followed him until 5th grade, where he finally retaliated.
At that point, the bad seed that had been planted in Kevin for some time now was beginning to take root and grow; he now knew the taste of exerting force on someone and it intoxicated him. In middle school, Kevin joined a gang out of the sentiment that it would bring more power to himself. He fought pettily, stole from stores and his grades plummetted. His mother pleaded for him to change his ways, but he failed to listen. Unfortunately, his continued behavior simply put together a frame for Kevin that would eventually come to haunt him...
...Some other members of the crew Kevin affiliated with had decided to turn up the crime level, which led to the rape and murder of 3 innocent people. Kevin was brought to participate, but he found himself unable to comply---not even he could bring himself to such heinous acts. In return, the other thugs left, making sure to report to the police the crime, blaming it all on the one of them who simply acted on what bit of conscience he had left. The evidence was damning; Kevin was tried as an adult and spent a majority of his 8th grade year in prison.
Incarceration in a state penitentiary, especially at his age, was hell. He was regularly attacked, had no one to stand by him and at one point was violated by an inmate...and what made it worst was that he'd been convicted to at least 25 years, as a mercy plea to boot. In that time, Kevin had slowly come to the realization that he'd made this happen, and though he had not committed the crime he was being punished for, he'd done plenty for karma to have struck. All he could think of was the grief he'd brought his mother, who worked so hard for him to do well, and she was repaid with her only son working his way to prison. One night, he prayed, simply asking for forgiveness for the pain he'd brought to his mother.
His prayer was answered---in a far larger fashion than Kevin could have imagined.
One day he was called out to visitation, the first time it had ever happened for the bit of time Kevin was locked away. He would come to find his mother, and an older caucasian male with balding gray hair going to his shoulders. He introduced himself as a man who had a feeling that Kevin wasn't the only one involved in the crime that put him in this situation; in exchange for Kevin's confession and a promise that he would be available at a later time, Kevin found that strings had been pulled and soon enough, Kevin went from a teenager locked in prison to being free, the very next day after the visit. He was picked up by the same man as before, to be informed of his end of the bargain: with schools as terrible as they were, someone needed to be able to describe just how bad the situation was from the inside. Kevin had come to the realization that this man obviously had ties to something federal; his job was to report what he'd seen, and he would begin by being relocated to Manhattan, New York to start high school.
His days at Public High School #552 almost went by in a blur---Kevin definitely focused on academics, but soon found himself engulfed in various elements that were nothing short of shocking for a teenager to be involved in...his first two years alone provided him with plenty of fights and conflict against students and faculty; all was reported. However, Kevin made sure to keep to himself how suddenly, things felt out of his control...as much as he'd learned his lesson from before, the daily grind of 552 began to take its toll on his psyche. Regular brawls began to excite him, bloodshed now bringing him some twisted pleasure. It was clear to Kevin that he was dealing with issues that ran deep, and at times he simply hid behind it to mask his horror. However, he found clarity in an unseen manner---
---It wasn't Kevin who found his father, but his father who found him. Sylvester Collessano was his name, and Kevin soon learned the man had been watching his son ever since he'd set foot inside of New York. He was met first with rage, then simple cynicism. Why surface now after all this time? The answer became clear, as Sellie as he liked to call himself explained that his line of work wasn't too family-friendly...when the man concieved Kevin, he was a goon for a very organized gang. The same night that Kevin was born, he'd been promoted after a very violent battle with rivals. He left first because he didn't want to involve his son and the mother in the conflict, and secondly because apparently, the man had a rage in him that corrupted him to the core...he didn't trust himself to safely be around those he cared for. By the time Sellie approached Kevin again, he was the head of the gang, and had mustered some self control and enough to try and help his son who seemed to be going through similar problems. Such was the bloodline.
Kevin's mother resentfully let Kevin move in with his father to learn to control himself, and to just naturally spend time with the man who'd helped to give him life. The two turned out to work extremely well, and Kevin was even assisting in some affairs that weren't too dirty. However, things went foul as the very problem Sellie tried to keep his family from came full circle. A rival organization had located Kevin and aimed to take him for ransom, but couldn't locate him. As consolation, Kevin's mother was kidnapped. There were no immediate leads, but Sellie could only come to one conclusion---the rival gang was actually headquartered in Long Beach, California. The plan was simply to go there and track down the main base, hoping they would find Kevin's mother along the way.
He was a senior in high school by this time; having few people that really mattered, Kevin silently transferred to Public High School #259. Some old faces had managed to come from 552 to here, but it mattered little to him now---his goal was to finish high school, be done with it and find his mother. Some months with his father were spent routinely shooting, destroying and hunting down people, establishments and anything related to who had taken Kevin's mother. Eventually, the path to the gang's main stronghold was mapped out, and the father and son geared up to take back the woman at all costs.
Sellie's suspicions had been right---after striking on the compound and dropping countless bodies, they did learn that Kevin's mother was there, but getting to her would mean having to practically tear down everything guarding the building. It was practically everything that would qualify as a suicide mission; at this point, it didn't matter. Kevin and Sellie had both taken a few shots that weren't going to easily mend, and the two were running short on ammo and physical endurance, but they finally made their way to the command center of the compound, with two people inside---Kevin's mother and the head of the entire group. Kevin opted to help his father, but Sellie refused, fighting the man by himself. He appeared to be winning, but a missed attack opened him to be kicked through a window from 10 stories up. Kevin watched his father fall to his death...and soon after would take revenge, attacking the man from behind before simply beating him to death. His mother watched it all, having been beaten profusely in her imprisonment. However, Kevin somehow found it hard to phase her after seeing a man she once loved be killed in front of her, and her once innocent son displaying the terror he had become. Yet, he found himself proud of it...for once, the violence had allowed him to finally do good with his life, and in time, his mother would see things similarly.
However, the loss of his father devastated him. Kevin felt a very particular guilt for it, and after the events dropped from school, later earning an equivalent from home. At one point back in Manhattan, Kevin had taken up dancing; that passion was all but extinguished. Kevin didn't so much as touch a punching bag for two years, instead living a life of solitude with his mother. He held a job maintaining a junk yard, having very little to do with the world at large. However, things were to change...
...After all, he still had a promise he needed to fulfill.
He was approached again by the same man who had saved Kevin some years before, with news: the intelligence that Kevin provided proved invaluable as certain entities now saw just how terrible the schools were. And though not every school was like 552 exactly, each held a similar level of chaos and calamity amidst the still shaky Pillar system. The reason Kevin was approched was simple---as someone who witnessed it firsthand, Kevin was given the task of cleaning up the mess by any means necessary. He was to be sent BACK to 259, this time in an attempt to grind out what threatened general peace within the school if there was anything, keeping watch over what went on, who rose to power, who was planning anything...Kevin intended on refusing, his life very much set on simply existing without much care for what else there was out there. However, he was reminded that he could still be sent back to prison for his past record, which had up 'til now been simply removed. Kevin couldn't argue, and prepared himself to step back into the school.
However, as the days counted down, he found himself...oddly anxious. He of course wasn't going to be a student, but something about stepping back into the school system merely to observe ignited something in him. The young man looked in the mirror---he was a shadow of his former self. His old physique had waned from lack of nourishment and training, and his mind simply wasn't giving any form of sentient, conscious thought. He'd come to the realization that he spent these past two years...dead on his feet. It to some degree disgusted Kevin---a week later he applied for California State University at Long Beach, auditioned for their dance program and barely made it in. Two days later, he was flown out from his mother's home in San Francisco to Long Beach, where his benefactor told him that he was given the necessaries---a studio apartment, a basic car and some money to stay afloat, with a promise that he would get more as he did his job. Kevin spent the next few days by himself, praying, thinking, and from the balcony of his apartment, watching.
It was going to get real interesting in the LBC.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Studio apartment a few floors up with a view of the water.
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: ...What if I wanna dance with the cookie though?
Name: Kevin Fields per birth certificate.
Also Known As: Legally changed to Kevin Collessano-Alvari.
Age: 20.
Height: 6'7".
Weight: 231 lbs.
Blood Type: B.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: The "I <3 poonan" orientation.
Eye Color: Black. Occasionally lightens to hazel.
Hair: Deep, dark, near-black brown. Can lighten at times.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Dancing, the occasional video game, writing, dancing, at one point working out, dancing, formerly practicing martial arts on a regular basis, and dancing.
Talents: An excellent ear for music, keen sense of rhythm, trilingual in English, Spanish and Portuguese, and of course, an excellent dancer in various styles. Catch the pattern?
Favorite things: Red, green, hip hop, R&B, kung fu movies, mushroom swiss burgers, mushrooms in his burritos, mushroom pizza, the Step Up movies, annnnd Twitter.
Sports/Clubs None at present.
Misc.: N/A.
Mental Information
Personality: Generally a warm person, when he tries. He's seen enough to make quite a few people see life without a great outlook, but tries to push past it with a worn, but genuine optimism. He can be mellow, but some things allow him to pull out a very solid passion; what he feels strongly about, he will stand for it like very few would. An occasional sense of humor with some hints of a jokester attitude round out a young man who's tryng to make the most of a tough life so far and use it to come out on top of his troubles.
Mentality: He's...stable. For a product of the current school system, he's stable. Holds down jobs, keeps his temper down, but all in all, Kevin's broken---between what he's witnessed in school, family issues annnnnd a bit of hereditary crap, Kevin struggles from time to time with split-personality disorder. He's on medication and it works for the most part, but he usually slips when those around him aren't looking. It's a complex issue, and one he had at one point thought he conquered, but Kevin takes it one step at a time with the hopes that it doesn't go public.
Ideal: Kevin is one who definitely stands for a lot of things that are good, right and just in the world. He opposes unnecessary violence, goes against those who mean ill towards innocents, and looks out for the general well-being of those around him. What he does to find a means to these ends is...well, sketchy. There have been cases where Kevin's caused violence in an attempt to end it in the long run; sought justice for a wrongdoing in trying to do a terror to the offender...you get the idea.
Belief: Raised under traditional Christian concepts. He supports and believes in his faith...though his actions may appear to show otherwise.
Physical Information
Build: Once was a very much shapely male specimen, with lean muscle and quite a bit of definition. Nowadays, Kevin is slim, and much of his muscle mass has been lost. He's no fatty, not even on the pudgy side...but he's definitely out of shape. He's got a ways to go to get back to his old self.
Defining Marks: A barely visible scar down the left eyelid, crossing his brow and coming to the cheek. Could easily just pass for a wrinkle. Some other scars on his body in assorted areas; most are all but gone, others visible but completely healed.
Description: Kevin's skintone shows that the man gets his fair share of sun. That, coupled with genetic traits gives him the faintest bronze to his skin. His eyelids open rather wide when interested, offering a significant spark to his gaze. Otherwise, he keeps a look of somewhat detached interest. His nose is straight, narrow, quite Greco-Roman. His lips have a decent fill to them; cheeks display small dimples depending on the expression. Hair just past the shoulders, usually kept in a basic style but always well managed and groomed. Long fingers, hands, arms, legs, EVERYTHING due to his height. His general stature and walk is loose, limber yet very coordinated and balanced to counter his height. I...think that's everything, right?
Apparel Information
Head Gear: If he wears one, it's most likely a fitted baseball cap, likely turned backwards, bill cocked up.
Shirts: Fond of fitted v-neck tees, though he can very much wear a baggy tall t-shirt. Also has an assortment of polos, short- and long-sleeve button-ups and sweaters. Can pull out a hoodie if the weather permits, as well as peacoats, which Kevin also takes a heavy liking to.
Pants: Baggy jeans in a variety of shades---light blue to dark blue to black, to gray, to clean white. Also wears basketball shorts when feeling extra comfortable and carries sweats when comfort meets winter weather.
Shoes: Never wears sandals. I repeat, NEVER WEARS SANDALS. Has a decent collection of sneakers, with a preference for high-tops; low-top shelltoes are also present, with a few canvas shoes (likely Converse) just by default. He's California born. However, his absolute favorite footwear would be his extensive collection of Timberland boots, having them in various colors and styles. They are his pride and joy, and he would be devastated for anything to happen to them.
Misc: Several piercings; one in each earlobe, likely some colored stone in a square cut. Two barbells in his tongue and one bar through his navel. Each bar has a red ball on one end with a green one on the other.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Mixed. Kevin's knowledge of various styles and techniques spans across the board. He is by no means a master, but he's learned quite a bit. Unfortunately though, Kevin had fallen out of practice over the past couple of years, and as a result it does not come naturally to him now. At present, he's just a streetfighter with some good instincts.
Years Practiced: 6 years taking martial arts; 10 years on-and-off with brawling.
Description of style: Whether using his learned skills or relying on just basics to survive a scuffle, Kevin will impliment his height and excellent reach to hit someone before they can get close enough to him to land much. He's quick on his feet for someone his size and with enough physical rehabilitation, can be quite the agile warrior. His gameplan in raw brawling involves some dirty boxing, throwing some precise punches with some grabbing, slams and the occasional front kick to soften up his foe while creating distance. Once he gets back into rhythm with the martial arts, his fighting style expands greatly---he still uses boxing for the backbone of his hand strikes, but definitely uses them with more flavor and variety, with a few palms and backhands to diversify his attack. His kicks are lethal; they can either be swift to whittle away muscle strength, or one or two powerful and accurate shots in an attempt to make an opponent quit. This coupled with the length of the legs themselves makes for not only a difficult time to actually hit Kevin, but adds to the simple momentum and centrifugal force that his attack can bring. Kevin isn't one to sit still, always light on his feet and moving to hopefully lure out an opening and exploit it. Lastly, Kevin is very much capable of counterattack, and if left uncovered, he will make a missed shot turn into a very regrettable decision to try and harm him. He is NOT one to be taken lightly.
History Information
History: Kevin was born in San Francisco to an Italian-American man who would almost immediately walk out on Kevin after birth and a mother who was Brazilian and Native American. His mother opted out of the father's surname and instead gave Kevin her Native American mother's maiden name, Fields. He grew up the quiet and introverted type, preferring books over other children. This led to bullying and teasing from other students at his school that followed him until 5th grade, where he finally retaliated.
At that point, the bad seed that had been planted in Kevin for some time now was beginning to take root and grow; he now knew the taste of exerting force on someone and it intoxicated him. In middle school, Kevin joined a gang out of the sentiment that it would bring more power to himself. He fought pettily, stole from stores and his grades plummetted. His mother pleaded for him to change his ways, but he failed to listen. Unfortunately, his continued behavior simply put together a frame for Kevin that would eventually come to haunt him...
...Some other members of the crew Kevin affiliated with had decided to turn up the crime level, which led to the rape and murder of 3 innocent people. Kevin was brought to participate, but he found himself unable to comply---not even he could bring himself to such heinous acts. In return, the other thugs left, making sure to report to the police the crime, blaming it all on the one of them who simply acted on what bit of conscience he had left. The evidence was damning; Kevin was tried as an adult and spent a majority of his 8th grade year in prison.
Incarceration in a state penitentiary, especially at his age, was hell. He was regularly attacked, had no one to stand by him and at one point was violated by an inmate...and what made it worst was that he'd been convicted to at least 25 years, as a mercy plea to boot. In that time, Kevin had slowly come to the realization that he'd made this happen, and though he had not committed the crime he was being punished for, he'd done plenty for karma to have struck. All he could think of was the grief he'd brought his mother, who worked so hard for him to do well, and she was repaid with her only son working his way to prison. One night, he prayed, simply asking for forgiveness for the pain he'd brought to his mother.
His prayer was answered---in a far larger fashion than Kevin could have imagined.
One day he was called out to visitation, the first time it had ever happened for the bit of time Kevin was locked away. He would come to find his mother, and an older caucasian male with balding gray hair going to his shoulders. He introduced himself as a man who had a feeling that Kevin wasn't the only one involved in the crime that put him in this situation; in exchange for Kevin's confession and a promise that he would be available at a later time, Kevin found that strings had been pulled and soon enough, Kevin went from a teenager locked in prison to being free, the very next day after the visit. He was picked up by the same man as before, to be informed of his end of the bargain: with schools as terrible as they were, someone needed to be able to describe just how bad the situation was from the inside. Kevin had come to the realization that this man obviously had ties to something federal; his job was to report what he'd seen, and he would begin by being relocated to Manhattan, New York to start high school.
His days at Public High School #552 almost went by in a blur---Kevin definitely focused on academics, but soon found himself engulfed in various elements that were nothing short of shocking for a teenager to be involved in...his first two years alone provided him with plenty of fights and conflict against students and faculty; all was reported. However, Kevin made sure to keep to himself how suddenly, things felt out of his control...as much as he'd learned his lesson from before, the daily grind of 552 began to take its toll on his psyche. Regular brawls began to excite him, bloodshed now bringing him some twisted pleasure. It was clear to Kevin that he was dealing with issues that ran deep, and at times he simply hid behind it to mask his horror. However, he found clarity in an unseen manner---
---It wasn't Kevin who found his father, but his father who found him. Sylvester Collessano was his name, and Kevin soon learned the man had been watching his son ever since he'd set foot inside of New York. He was met first with rage, then simple cynicism. Why surface now after all this time? The answer became clear, as Sellie as he liked to call himself explained that his line of work wasn't too family-friendly...when the man concieved Kevin, he was a goon for a very organized gang. The same night that Kevin was born, he'd been promoted after a very violent battle with rivals. He left first because he didn't want to involve his son and the mother in the conflict, and secondly because apparently, the man had a rage in him that corrupted him to the core...he didn't trust himself to safely be around those he cared for. By the time Sellie approached Kevin again, he was the head of the gang, and had mustered some self control and enough to try and help his son who seemed to be going through similar problems. Such was the bloodline.
Kevin's mother resentfully let Kevin move in with his father to learn to control himself, and to just naturally spend time with the man who'd helped to give him life. The two turned out to work extremely well, and Kevin was even assisting in some affairs that weren't too dirty. However, things went foul as the very problem Sellie tried to keep his family from came full circle. A rival organization had located Kevin and aimed to take him for ransom, but couldn't locate him. As consolation, Kevin's mother was kidnapped. There were no immediate leads, but Sellie could only come to one conclusion---the rival gang was actually headquartered in Long Beach, California. The plan was simply to go there and track down the main base, hoping they would find Kevin's mother along the way.
He was a senior in high school by this time; having few people that really mattered, Kevin silently transferred to Public High School #259. Some old faces had managed to come from 552 to here, but it mattered little to him now---his goal was to finish high school, be done with it and find his mother. Some months with his father were spent routinely shooting, destroying and hunting down people, establishments and anything related to who had taken Kevin's mother. Eventually, the path to the gang's main stronghold was mapped out, and the father and son geared up to take back the woman at all costs.
Sellie's suspicions had been right---after striking on the compound and dropping countless bodies, they did learn that Kevin's mother was there, but getting to her would mean having to practically tear down everything guarding the building. It was practically everything that would qualify as a suicide mission; at this point, it didn't matter. Kevin and Sellie had both taken a few shots that weren't going to easily mend, and the two were running short on ammo and physical endurance, but they finally made their way to the command center of the compound, with two people inside---Kevin's mother and the head of the entire group. Kevin opted to help his father, but Sellie refused, fighting the man by himself. He appeared to be winning, but a missed attack opened him to be kicked through a window from 10 stories up. Kevin watched his father fall to his death...and soon after would take revenge, attacking the man from behind before simply beating him to death. His mother watched it all, having been beaten profusely in her imprisonment. However, Kevin somehow found it hard to phase her after seeing a man she once loved be killed in front of her, and her once innocent son displaying the terror he had become. Yet, he found himself proud of it...for once, the violence had allowed him to finally do good with his life, and in time, his mother would see things similarly.
However, the loss of his father devastated him. Kevin felt a very particular guilt for it, and after the events dropped from school, later earning an equivalent from home. At one point back in Manhattan, Kevin had taken up dancing; that passion was all but extinguished. Kevin didn't so much as touch a punching bag for two years, instead living a life of solitude with his mother. He held a job maintaining a junk yard, having very little to do with the world at large. However, things were to change...
...After all, he still had a promise he needed to fulfill.
He was approached again by the same man who had saved Kevin some years before, with news: the intelligence that Kevin provided proved invaluable as certain entities now saw just how terrible the schools were. And though not every school was like 552 exactly, each held a similar level of chaos and calamity amidst the still shaky Pillar system. The reason Kevin was approched was simple---as someone who witnessed it firsthand, Kevin was given the task of cleaning up the mess by any means necessary. He was to be sent BACK to 259, this time in an attempt to grind out what threatened general peace within the school if there was anything, keeping watch over what went on, who rose to power, who was planning anything...Kevin intended on refusing, his life very much set on simply existing without much care for what else there was out there. However, he was reminded that he could still be sent back to prison for his past record, which had up 'til now been simply removed. Kevin couldn't argue, and prepared himself to step back into the school.
However, as the days counted down, he found himself...oddly anxious. He of course wasn't going to be a student, but something about stepping back into the school system merely to observe ignited something in him. The young man looked in the mirror---he was a shadow of his former self. His old physique had waned from lack of nourishment and training, and his mind simply wasn't giving any form of sentient, conscious thought. He'd come to the realization that he spent these past two years...dead on his feet. It to some degree disgusted Kevin---a week later he applied for California State University at Long Beach, auditioned for their dance program and barely made it in. Two days later, he was flown out from his mother's home in San Francisco to Long Beach, where his benefactor told him that he was given the necessaries---a studio apartment, a basic car and some money to stay afloat, with a promise that he would get more as he did his job. Kevin spent the next few days by himself, praying, thinking, and from the balcony of his apartment, watching.
It was going to get real interesting in the LBC.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Studio apartment a few floors up with a view of the water.
Roommates: (N/A)
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | RoB Neck Bandana: +1 Con/Int/Wis/Cha |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: ...What if I wanna dance with the cookie though?
