Kayden, A tortured soul who is...actually happy?

[Kayden]

[+] BEHIND THE CHARACTER

<sub>Name/Nickname;; Lune
Age;; =P Nonya

How did you find KOTS?;; I made it</sub>

[+] THE CHARACTER

Name;; Kayden
Title;; Angel of Joy
Nickname/s;; Kay, Kayd, Denny

Age;; 104
Race;; Angel

Side;; Good
Place of Residence;; Heaven
Level;; Four

Occupation;; Messenger

Weapon of Choice;; Crossbow

[+] PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

<sub>Celeb;; Billie Joe Armstrong
Physical Description;; He has shoulder length black hair that is cut in a feathered style so that it is very spiky and sticks up a lot, he has crimson stripes dyed into it to make it look more interesting, he loves experimenting with highlights but finally decided red suited him best. He was picked on for while for being short when he was young but his growth spurt managed to get him up to about average height if not slightly shorter than most. His skin is fair but not pale, he is very active so he spends a lot of time outside and has a healthy glow around him. He is not muscled, he is active but does not train, he is light on his feet and has fast reflexes. His style now, when he is on earth is very punky and he customises/makes many of his own outfits as a past-time.

Hair color;; Black
Eye color;; Green

Height;; 5'7
Weight;; 65 kg</sub>

[+] PERSONALITY

Personality Description;; He is a very optimistic person, being the Angel of Joy he would have to be, but he was like this even while he was still alive, he always tried to look on the bright side, simply because that was the only thing that stopped him from descending into depression, and hated that. Even when he was at his lowest point, on the streets, he never stopped beliveing that one day things would get better, and luckily for him, they did. For a time.

He is also a very loyal person, as is clear by his neverending search for his wife Dee, even after so many years. He is also extremely determined and will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, he aspires to become a Guardian, so that he may watch over his still-living son Mikey. Kayden can become calm and very serious when the time arises, as under his joyful exterior he is very dedicated to Peace and prosperity for all beings, and greatly dislikes those who seek to disturb the peace and cause suffering to others.

Likes;;
Bright colours
Loud music
Candy
Summer
Stars
Flying
Exploring
Dislike;;
Violence
Bullies
Dogs
The sight of blood
Demons
Birds

Skills;; He prides himself as a peacemaker
Weaknesses;; Dee

Hopes;; To find Dee
Fears;; To lose the people he cares about

Goals;; Become a Guardian, find Dee, finally be content

[+] BACKGROUND

Parents;; Maria O'Connel, Pravus Summers
Siblings;; None
Other Family Members;; None that he knows of

Date of Death;; 04/10/1981
Cause of Death;; House fire
Perpatrator/s;; None, it was an accident

Past Incarnation/s;; Nigel Briggs, a soldier, he only lived for a short amount of time on both Earth and in Heaven, as he died in battle both as a Mortal and as an Angel, resulting in him being reincarnated as Kayden.

History;; Kayden was born in Ireland, unfortunately, into a very unhappy household. His father was a drunk and his mother was weak-willed and never stood up for herself while his father dominated the family. His mother was very loving towards Kayden and back then was the only person who cared for him. His time at school was unpleasent to say the least, the other children were unkind towards Kayden as his family did not have must money and Kayden was made to wear clothes that resembled rags more than anything else, they teased him and pushed him around, and no one tried to stop them.

When Kayden was twelve, his father, in a drunken rage, beat his mother to death. Kayden attended her funeral alone, and ran away from home the very next day. He was found shelting in a doorway three months later by a french couple who took him in, they having now children of their own and shocked at how a child as young as Kayden was having to live so rough.

He stayed with them until he was eighteen, meanwhile they persuaded him to attend University, despite his bad memories of previous experiences in school. It was here that he finally felt like he had a palce where he belonged, he met many friends and had never been happier. One night while attending a Masquerade Ball around Halloween one year, he came across a girl, they talked and danced, all the time with her refusing to remove her mask, while he had disguarded his many hours before.

He lead her out into the ground where they walked together and Kayden persisted in trying to guess her identity behind the mask. Finally he stepped foreward and removed her mask, surprised an delighted when he recognised the face of his friend Dee Hunter, a girl her had been interested in for quite some time before the ball, and now delighted when she confessed that she felt the same way.

After High School they stayed together, he moving out of his adoptive parents house and began work as a chef in a London restaurant, eventually working his way up to own his own resturant and buy him and Dee a house. They were married soon after and Dee gave birth to a son, Mikey. It seemed that Kayden had finally found the place where he truelly belonged, loved by the ones he held dear and seemingly having everything he ever dreamed of.

But it wasnt meant to last. One night, the curtain in the lounge room were blown by the wind from the open window over a candle that had been forgotten and left unattended on a table. The house was soon ablaze while the unsuspecting family lay sleeping. Only Mikey was rescued from the house, Kayden and Dee both perishing.

They were both sent to Heaven, that much Kayden knew. But he was assigned the job of a Messenger, and had not a clue about where Dee had ended up. He continues to search for her to this day, as many Angels do for their lost loved ones, desperately hoping that maybe someday they would meet again.

[+] ANYTHING ELSE

Sample RP;;

(RP from an old Harry Potter site with Kayden and his multiple personality xD Dont worry, he wont have his other personality here)

I’ll be coming home, just to be alone

Kayden pushed the front door open silently and struggled with the heavy bag of groceries as he stepped inside and tried to close the door behind him. The silence that greeted him proved his prediction correct, his father wasn’t home yet, and probably wouldn’t be for several hours to come.

‘Cause I know you’re not there, and I know that you don’t care

He made his way to the kitchen and set the groceries down on the counter, slowly beginning to unpack the vegetables and place them in the fridge, crumpling up the shopping list and throwing it into the bin as he did so.
He checked the white board that was magnetically stuck to the fridge door, the only way his father ever seemed to communicate with him; ‘Make dinner’ was scrawled there in large, cursive writing. He reached up and rubbed it away with his sleeve, picking up the board marker than was stuck beside the board with Blutac and replaced it with, ‘Yes father’ in his own small, neat print.

I can hardly wait to leave this place

His Hogwarts acceptance letter was stuck to the fridge just to one side of the white board, it was at least three weeks before he would be leaving to attend the school, he had crossed off the days on his calendar ever since he had received it. His father hadn’t even turned his head when Kayden had come bounding into the kitchen one morning clutching the parchment envelope. Although, Kayden really shouldn’t have expected any more.

No matter how hard I try, you’re never satisfied

Beside the Hogwarts letter was a battered piece of notepaper from his primary school, it was the list of his grades from the last term he had attended at the local muggle school. Five A plusses, two A’s and a B. Was his father happy?
He had taken one look at the note, as Kayden stood before him, hands clasped together tightly, shifting his feet nervously and waiting for his father response, looking up at him pleadingly, practically begging him for his praise.
But his father and simply dropped the note down onto the table and left the room without a word. Kayden had been crushed inside. He had pinned the note onto the fridge, in the vain hope that one day his father may notice it. But he hadn’t said a thing so far.

This is not a home, I think I’m better off alone

Kayden tore down the scrap of paper and tossed it aside on the kitchen counter, what use was it to continue to pander to his fathers every will? He would never be praised or shown any sort of affection for his endless efforts.
But he knew what the consequences would be if he ever disobeyed his father… He would sometimes stay up in his room for hours, pretending he was alone in the house, like it was his, then he would disappear into his own little world in his head, make believing that his mother was still with him, that he was loved, and that he was wanted.

You always disappear, even when you’re here

Other times, he really was alone in the house. Sometimes for weeks at a time. Then one evening his father would stumble home reeking of cheep booze and demanding more, and if Kayden didn’t get the liquor cabinet open quick enough he would beat Kayden until he could barely stand. The he would collapse on the sofa and leave Kayden to limp up the stairs to the bathroom to put plasters on his face and sometimes bandage up his arm.
When he would go back downstairs the next morning, his father would be sitting at the breakfast table smoking, waiting for Kayden to cook the food. When it was set in front of him he would sit and eat in silence, and when he was finished he would remain seated, staring at the opposite wall blankly while Kayden cleared the plates away. The same blank expression, the same nonchalant attitude. It was as if he disappeared into his own mind just like Kayden had, into his own private world.

This is not my home I think I’m better off alone

~~~
Home
Home
This house is not a
Home
Home
This house is not a home
~~~

By the time you come home I’m already stoned

Kayden jumped up from his chair as the sound of the door slamming echoed throughout the house, he tried desperately to wave away the smoke with his hand and scrambled over to the window, throwing it wide open and trying to air out the room quickly before his father came in. It was almost twelve at night. He hadn’t expected his father to be home until one.

You turn off the tv and you scream at me

There was a terrifying crash from the living room, he ran over to the doorway and had just enough time to see splinters of glass that had once made up the television screen now littering the living room floor before strong hands grabbed him by the shirt and tossed him backwards and sprawling onto the kitchen floor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing huh?!” bellowed his father, stumbling in through the door and standing there menacingly, the foul stench of alcohol hanging in the air around him.

“Nothing father!” Kayden cried out, covering his face with his arms, scrambling backwards and curling up against the wall, eyes tight shut, waiting.

“Nothing?! Nothing eh?!” his father shouted back, “Then what the fuck are you doing down here at this time of night, if you don’t have the fucking food ready, what the fuck were you doing?!”

“I didn’t know you were coming home-“

“Didn’t know? Well that’s something new isn’t it? You’re supposed to be the smartass just like your mother!” he fumbled around on the side, his hand closed around Kayden’s report card, “There! Here it is! You think you’re pretty smart don’t you? You think you’re better than me huh? You stick it up there for all to see as if it’s some sort of achievement… You think I should be proud of you? You think I should be proud of the fact that son turned out a fucking muggle?”

“No father…” Kayden whimpered, hands covering his face, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at any moment.

“Well then, since you failed to learn your lesson from last time, I think it’s time you saw what happens when you don’t think!”

Kayden cried out as the first blow struck his arm, stinging pain running through it but he couldn’t move it from protecting his face, he was completely paralysed. The belt truck his back next and he cried out again, leaping away from his attacker and into the corner, in the process, removing his hands from covering his face, it was then that his father took advantage of his weakness and struck him across the face, the belt buckle striking hard. Kayden screamed and blood began to trickle down his cheek, he huddled up, knees up against his chest, doing his best to protect his head with his arms, facing the wall and trying desperately to block out the pain, to return to his own world.

It wasn’t real, the pain wasn’t real, he couldn’t hurt him if he was already dead inside…

Kayden bit his lip as the blows became more frequent; he slowly descended into the darkness, warm, comforting darkness. Maybe he would die, maybe he would finally disappear from this world of pain and wake up in another… Either way… Anywhere was better than this hell that had become his life…

He took one last breath. And lost control.

I can hardly wait till you get off my case

Pravus raised the belt above his head, a sadistic smile on his face, he brought it down with all him might, delighting in the thought of the sound of Kayden’s screams as the buckle hit deep and maybe drew blood.

But a hand reached out and grabbed the belt before it had a chance to hit its mark. His son’s head slowly turned to face him, his eyes no longer bright and filled with tears. These eyes were dark, merciless pools of hatred, his face was screwed up in a mask of anger and agony, teeth bared and snarling. He got to his feet in a lightening quick motion, tearing the belt right out of Pravus’s hand.

“What the fu-“

Deft fingers flew out and closed around the cold handle of the kitchen knife, pulling it from its block, the user flung out his arm and Pravus had no time to react before it was buried deep inside his chest. The expression of shock and horror on his face was enough to make the monstrous creature before him make a terrifying grin, full of cruelty and madness, delighting as bright red liquid slowly spread across Pravus’s front, soaking his shirt and falling to the floor like crimson rain.

Hiraldo gripped the handle tightly and dragged the blade out of Pravus’s chest, before letting out a roar of anger and plunging it back in again, shattering his ribs and bursting his left lung. He didn’t stop, ripping the steel blade out and stabbing him once more, over and over, all the time maniacal laughter filling the house as blood flew across the room, splattering the walls and staining his hands dark red.

The body hit the floor with a thud. Seventeen stab wounds in all. Pravus had lived to experience every one of them. Now there he lay, breathing shallow and failing, blood slowly pooling around him.

Hiraldo spat upon the corpse and turned away, the knife still clutched tightly in his hand, blood smeared across his face, clothes and hands. He left the house and didn’t look back.

It wasn’t over yet.

Other Info?;; Nope

This post has been edited by Kayden on Jul 29 2007, 08:40 PM

[Kingdom Of The Sky]

Accepted