Post by blackraven2 on Mar 4, 2012 17:47:00 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Criess Lehar [Current Name] Kaine Knite [Birth name]
★ NICKNAME: Chrome [Alias]
★ MEMBER GROUP: Human
★ POKEMON: Torchic - Male
★ AGE: 27
★ HEIGHT: 6'2"
★ WEIGHT: 178 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Saitou Hajime from Hakuouki Shinsengumi Kitan
★ APPEARANCE:
His height at 6'2" and his rather slightly more muscular than average build makes him stand out more then he would like to. Over the last few years his dark, long hair grow out well beyond his shoulders, but he has it cut so that when he puts it back into a ponytail his bangs will not hold him back. His light blue eyes stand out against his dark hair, but some have noticed they naturally darken a bit when he loses his temper, which isn't often luckily. Criess awoke to his "new life" with nothing but a black uniform and a strange, black tattoo on his left arm which resembled the shape of a pheonix. He always carries around a precious sword at his belt, a black-hilted silver-steeled katana.
He seems to have a strange attraction to kimonos, wearing the comfortable fabrics when off duty or relaxing; which is not very often anyways due to his rigorous schedule. Regular training and working to improve his sword skills has defined his muscles and kept him fit and healthy, but his arms are by far the strongest part of his body. Criess also has several scars lining his entire body, when and where the scars appeared or even how they were created is unknown to the current Criess, but they range from thin and invisible to large and ragged. Luckily though there are no marks on his face. The most mentionable scar is the one at the base on the back of his neck, it stretches from an inch under his left ear to half an inch under his right ear.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Intelligent
- Circumspect
- Light-hearted
- Obedient
- Artful
★ NEGATIVE:
- Deceptive
- Distant
- Unstable
- Depraved
- Touchy
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Always has his katana with him, even when going to the bathroom or sleeping.
- He is deathly afraid of gijinka, and will take the most insane risks to avoid them.
- Frequently plays with a silver coin he won in a fight near the local bar once.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
On the surface Criess seems level-headed, calm, and friendly. While he has an uncanny amount of knowledge and is extremely cautious of those around him, once he considers you a friend or becomes more comfortable around someone he starts to become more relaxed and playful. He seems to acquire friends and lovers he doesn't trust, or rather can't seem to trust, getting as close to them as he dared to but still feeling cold and distant. It is almost a reflex, to push people away when they got close, one which has saved his life and kept his identity secret for many years. Even with this cruel setback he still manages to make acquaintances with anyone who sticks around long enough to get to know him. He is loyal and truly grateful to the scientists at Epispect after what they did to help him, willing to do any kind of work for the company that he needs to. Whatever they want from him, he'd give it to them.
While he may be overly giving and trustworthy towards his superiors or select comrades at Epispect, he has a darker side he shows to those deemed "unworthy" in his eyes. While not flat out rude towards these people, even going as far as to chat or aknowledge them to keep up his image, he usually avoids conversations he doesn't need to have and will frequently blow them off entirely.
The entity Chrome appeared the day which Criess would rather forget. This slightly different version of himself is the remnants of his past life taking form, usually when Criess is pushed too far or more naturally during a crucial conversation. Gifted with skills of the sword he didn't know he had, Criess was at first amazed by this anomaly. Where Criess is cautioned and goes about fighting defensively, Chrome is reckless and relies on his instincts to guide him in the heat of battle. Where Criess may stumble or make innocent mistakes Chrome would monitor the conversation with a keen alertness and made no fault. To be blunt, Chrome has more skill and experience in the field whereas Criess who only remembers a few weeks of his life has the same personality but a different amount of experience and a completely different view of certain situations. Chrome would choose to do things that Criess may not, weighing the consequences and priorities on a completely different scale.
While the two personalities seem to collide they live on side by side in harmony, Chrome appearing and taking over naturally. This scares Criess the most, who chooses to try and suppress the "alter-ego" instead. That in turn ends up as a struggle for power, and a very peculiar display of values.
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H I S T O R Y
- His parents were journalists, travelling across the expanse of the world to study and write about other countries and the pokemon which dwelled there. They were very enthusiastic about their work and loved every second of it, but the time came when they wished to settle down and build a family. They kept their work, doing articles on closer to home subjects rather then travelling. Around that time Kaine's father switched his career, at his wife's slight disapproval, to that of a crime journalist.
Just over a year later, Kaine was born. They showered him with equal amounts of love, devotion, and expectation, teaching and wishing for him to have knowledge of not only their own country but that of the several others the couple had explored on their own. Kaine was raised to be responsible and polite, he grew happily and healthily even after his younger brother, Zackariah, was born when he was three. Zack was also taught much the same way as his older brother, but Kaine endured the heavier burden of their studies. Kaine was always working, learning more and more of the world as time passed. He was envious of his brother's freedom yet never came to resent neither himself, his parents, nor his younger brother. He accepted things as they came, dealing with setbacks and challenges with an level headed mind. Kaine made it into the best schools, had the best grades, and spent the rest of his time keeping up with the pressure he received from his parents. While Kaine was working ever so rigorously Zack would play video games and hang out with his friends from school, keeping high grades and having much more free time then the elder. One would expect jealousy or hatred between the two but the brothers had a strong bond and confided within each other with nothing to hide. They freely talked about life, and spent many days studying together.
Kaine followed in his parents footsteps, taking classes on informatics and information sciences. It was an exhilarating experience for him, the boy indulging in the subject in every possible way. When he was far ahead of his classes, quickly running out of material to research his teachers began to give him more in depth assignments. He went to his father in order to further his schooling and apply his knowledge to something other than textbooks and pencils. In exchange for the opportunity to work inside of the system he was put to the task of signing so many documents that both he and his younger brother, who had been keen on following in the same trade, could not feel their fingertips afterwords. Reading through several files daily the two eventually came upon information about previously arrested criminals. This new revelation piqued Kaine's interest, leading to what would become the first of several mistakes.
He was eighteen then, and Kaine believed he could do something, do more for his father and the friends he had made at the station. A plan seemed to arise between Zack and himself, on that included going to a bar where several of the un-arrested criminals would hopefully gather - based on their own independent investigations. Resilient as he was, Kaine let his curiosity get the batter of him and at his brother's persistence finally gave in and decided to agree with the plan. When they arrived they found their suspicions confirmed, not just one, but several of the criminals were there. They contacted the police, but before the forces could arrive one of the criminals recognized Kaine as the kid of a cop. They fled into the alley where one of the drunken criminals shot at them. They weren't injured, the drunk's aim worse for wear it seemed, and in time the police and even their father arrived. A grand fire fight broke out between both sides, the flickering flashes of ignited gunpowder lighting the alley where the brothers were, but all of Kaine's attention was on the man before them. A knife in hand the man came barrelling at them, brandishing the weapon like death in the form of steel. He reacted on pure adrenaline and instinct, yelling for his brother to run as he assaulted their attacker.
Kaine managed to wrestle the knife from the larger man's grip, the older teen taking a risk to do so and regrettably taking a heavy blow to the chest. He reeled back, hitting his head against the brick wall of the alley way. White spots took over his vision, the last thing he saw for several minutes was his his death for the second time, this time in the form of a crushing blow to the face. But it never reached him. When he came to, still standing but barely, his brother stood with the knife in his blood covered hands. The body of the man who had attacked them lie at his feet, and Kaine had taken his younger brother into a tight embrace. Partially to calm his shocked brother, and partially because he could not find the words to apologize for causing such a huge tragedy. Later at the hospital, Kaine watched as his father died because of him. Halfway through a sentence the teen would never forget.
The blame should fall on-
On who!? Who should he have blamed if not himself for allowing the foolish act to be carried out. It had been his research that had done this. Both Kaine and his brother Zack were questioned about the incident and their part in it, the elder of the two being called a hero for assisting in so many arrests at once, even at the cost of a few lives. But it was those few lives that plagued his memory, nearly drove him off the track of his current career. His mother was simply happy that her two sons has miraculously survived against all odds, and mourned the loss of her husband when she believed that the two would not notice. Kaine kept his future involvement with the police's investigation forces a secret from her, starting his long career as an informant among criminals. To his surprise, the undercover work came easily to him, almost too easily. Now he could take revenge for his father. It was his attempt to correct his sins, but mostly, it was his way of protecting his brother.
But being the pet of the police did not get him anywhere, it did not satisfy the growing lust for information. He fell deeper into his work, during his first year of university he met a young man who went by the name of Raven. He was an illegal gijinka, and a courier of information who dealt in the underground world, a world which drew Kaine in like a moth to flame. Soon after he began to practice with a sword, a weapon that felt almost natural to Kaine. adopting the alias Chrome, he began his new career as an information broker to those who were willing to pay. His second mistake. He kept the exact details of his work a secret from his brother but kept the boy close, allowing him to even tag along to a few Information science classes. The two were brilliant, seeming to succeed in areas where others could not. The higher Kaine's skills became the deeper he sank into the world of the underground.
A woman's body lay cold on the kitchen floor one evening when the pair returned from school, her life blood long since drained. What had he done!? It was all his fault! Their mother was dead because of him! Kaine called the police in a daze, returning to where his brother was to try and pull him from the mess of blood on the floor and cradle that life between his arms. Zack only gave up her body to the police when they finally showed up, lifelessly clinging to Kaine instead. It was the same as it had been that night... the night their father had died. Kaine could not form words aside from "It will be all right. It's okay Zack, it's all right" over and over again. He wanted to apologize, to say he was sorry. But he couldn't.
They moved into a house of their own, Kaine completely cutting himself off from the police. He met with and offered his services to the young and upcoming Team Rocket as an informant. At first he merely collected information and relayed it to the criminals in return for money and protection, but soon he found that he was able to offer much more. He worked on the inside, joining Epispect under the cover of Criess Lehar, a twenty year old cop who thought his efforts would be better rewarded hunting down illegal gijinka.
Eventually he was presented with a partner, the second informant to be implanted within Epispect. Kaine made it perfectly clear that if Drake ever got himself caught, if he found himself in trouble that Kaine would do nothing for him. He would not admit it but over the years that followed he became closer to him, would even call the man a friend. Drake was his other half, what he could not do his partner could. They watched each other's backs and relied upon one another. The more attached Kaine got to Drake, the more he realised just how high the risk was getting.
In the few years he spent "working" for Epispect Kaine gained several ranks. His skills with the sword could only grow, even without the powers of a gijinka he could stand up to and even take them down as long as he had a katana at his side. Kaine stood proudly with his title as one of the strongest fighters at Epispect, the position within the company allowed him to access information that would have otherwise been unavailable.
During a check-up with one of the scientists, while Kaine wasn't a gijinka there wasn't always time to go see a doctor for every injury, she spoke of things a little too freely. The woman may have been infatuated with him, but it took very little effort to get her talking about things she really should have been. By coincidence she let it slip that they were closing in on someone they thought may be an enemy informant, someone Kaine may have even known. After confirming that it was not himself who was the target, he realised that Drake's identity may have been in danger. Carelessly, he defended Team Rocket and their informant in front of one of the higher ups, immediately pointing most of their suspicions in his direction. With the stage set and curtain rising it was only a matter of time before his third mistake caught up with him, exposing him as the Team Rocket informant within Epispect.
They threatened the safety of his brother against Kaine, forcing him to become subject to interrogation and forms of turture. When he insisted that he was the only one, the only informant, then refused to give up any information about his organization they upped the levels of their tactics, putting him through more pain and pressure. He refused to talk, and on the brink of death the scientists spared him. But this was no miracle. The desperate, angered Epispect scientists conducted a series of experiments on Kaine's body. An experimental serum which altered DNA, forced one to obey their master. The strain was high, Kaine fought with every last scrap of will he had left, refusing still to give any information.
Then came plan B. They released him, dragged him home barely concious and unable to think straight. They placed a knife in his hand, and made him a deal. Either he put his brother down by his own hand, or they would do it for him. In his half insane state, he pleaded with them, offering his own life for his brother's. If he were to kill himself, they only stated that they would have to test their experiments on Zack instead lest the boy know something. In a panic, visions of drawn out tortures like the ones he had received moved his hand for him. Zack was going to die. His little brother, the life he was responsible for, the one closest to his own, he was going to die. Kaine could not allow them to do to Zack what they had done to him. He refused to put his beloved Zack through any more suffering. This was for the best, he could end it just like that. All the pain would be over, gone. Just like that.
These words were whispered over and over, the serum effecting his judgement, breaking him down bit by bit. When the order came through again, Kaine could not stop himself. A crooked smile on his face, the knife in his hand, and the blood which poured from his brother's shredded flesh were the final memories of Kaine Knite, as he died that same moment. His mind snapped, tears and laughter over his brothers bleeding body, the blood on his hands, Zack's blood.
At some point there were sirens, shouting... yelling. It was far off though, how had he gotten so far away from it, so far from... where exactly? Where had he been up until now? Where was his... his what? Who? Who was he searching for, yearning for. Someone. Anyone...
And then a figure did show up, a man dressed in a long white lab coat. A bright hot flare of anger shot through him. Why? The sudden emotion ripped through his skull like lightning, echoed in his screams. And then nothing...- He has no past. This is the truth that has haunted Criess since the day he awoke on an operating table in the care of his fellow Epispect members. They claimed that he was Criess Lehar, one of their more skilled hunters at the company. They continued on to tell him about his condition, memory loss brought about by brain damage he acquired during a dangerous mission when he was ambushed and attacked by illegal gijinka. The retell of the story felt wrong, but the sudden pounding headache and flashbacks of claws, fangs, voices, and gijinka were unmistakeable. He had been unconscious for years it seemed, missed out on the precious little time he had in his life. It was all their fault, whoever they were. He didn't know who he was, where he came from, or even what his dreams had been before the attack, and while the scientists there were happy to answer his immediate questions, he left feeling as if he were still missing some part of himself.
At first he focused on getting a home and reclaiming his possesions. Apparently, his few belongings had been sold off as payment for the lease he had taken out on his apartment, leaving the man with only his barely fitting clothes and a few other pieces of household furniture. Without barely a hint or a trace of anything besides the words of the scientists which connected him to his past, Criess picked up his work where he left off, taking any and every mission related to hunting or capturing gijinka. Hoping that taking his revenge on the ones that did this to him would help to recover his memories. He learned quickly, and brutally, that he was not nearly strong enough now to take down gijinka on his own. No matter how much skill or training he'd had back then he didn't remember any of it now. Criess kept his contact with the other members at a minimum, refusing to talk about the circumstances of his apparently very sudden disappearance several years ago.
The real fear of the human pokemon hybrids came less then a week later, while he was still recovering. It was during a mission, a mission with a man he had never met even in his past life but felt like he could have known him for three lifetimes. Julian and Criess had become quick friends, partners. It was like the boy filled a gap in his heart that had been torn open and left empty. But they never could have known that a simple DNA sample retrieval could have gone so horribly wrong. The underground scientist they encountered had apparently been a gijinka, something the pair was not informed about in the first place, and in a frenzy injected himself with the DNA of a gastly. The original human DNA, that of his first pokemon, whatever it had been, and the ghastly DNA did not mix as the man was probably hoping they would have.
Criess and Julian watched in horror as parts of the human flesh swelled and pulsed, the man screaming in agony as if he were being torn apart from the inside out. Which, taking a closer look, he was. A section of his had face phased out into a purple gas, revealing the naked, emerald colored eye and blood gushing from it when the creature turned towards them.
Blood. Julians blood. Criess's blood. It covered everything. Their blood pooled and mixed with each others on the floor, the walls, everywhere. Criess had stood above the body of that thing for hours before leaving. It took him a few minutes to remember what had happened. Julian's body being ripped apart like a rag doll when he tried to defend Criess, and then when it had turned towards him... Shuddering a little he then remembered how instinctive it had been for him to just grab the sword from his partners severed arm. How he had lost himself in the fight, a fight which lead to a victory almost all too easily. It had been him to weild the sword but... not him. No, Criess knew nothing about offensive skills with a sword. But Chrome did. The thought had come so easily, but where it had come from he did not know. Why couldn't he have acted sooner? Why couldn't he have saved the boy.
He had taken Julian's sword with him, Criess refused to part with it for anything. The boy had been reckless and foolish thinking he could protect people like that. Frustrated with himself, and now with a true fear of any human possessing pokemon DNA, he would keep moving forward with a smile dedicated in memory of Julian, whom he had only known for a few weeks. In dedication to all his memories, whatever they were.
The incident would never be discussed. Julian was simply written off as dead and no one cared, as was normal at Epispect. It had also been failed to be mentioned to his colleagues that Criess had changed during the battle, taking down the deteriorating gijinka with frightening ease. Instincts he shouldn't have and techniques he had never used were suddenly as easy to preform as if he had known them all his life, which he could have for all Criess knew. It was almost as if he had become a different person. The scientists back at Epispect blamed it on the brain damage, told Criess that he could lose himself, or what was left of himself, if he didn't fight it. He would become the ruthless murderer that they claimed Chrome was.
And so Criess set his mind on two things. The future, and the origins of this Chrome. He practised with Julian's katana, but found that defensive moves were much easier to preform. Chrome appeared again and again, but only for short periods of time. Criess was to report anything he saw, strange thoughts or events, any information he learned from Chrome no matter how trivial. They would help him to sort himself from this parasite so they claimed. He made a personal decision to not let his past or Chrome hold him back, forcing a smile and accepting things as they come, but never forgetting.
Never again.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Black Raven
★ AGE: 18
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: #13 Black Raven
★ RP SAMPLE:
Circumspect: Cautious or discreet
Artful: Skilled and Cunning
Depraved: Corrupt and Immoral
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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