Post by Rojo on Feb 10, 2009 13:26:16 GMT -5
Full Name: Jeremy Winchester Kite
Age: 27
Race: Human
Description or picture: Standing about a head taller than average height and of broad shoulders, Jeremy has long black hair that he ties back in a ponytail. He has a beard growing, but it is still in the stages of beard infancy, clinging desperately like a small hole in the universe grown on his chin. His complexion reacts strangely to light. When in daylight, it looks a brownish tan, but at night he seems a deathly pale. His eyebrows always seem to be at an incline, juding all who stand before him, and only showing his true nature to those he can trust. He appears muscled, but only so much as on would expect so much from a member of the Rebellion, if not a little more.
Clothing (I made a sub-category since he has various costumes. Warning: contains a truckload of black.)
Casual: A bland grey sleevless jersey with a high collar underneath this is a black shirt. A leather belt with pouches containing money, a pack of dirty playing cards, cigarettes whenever he can find them, a small whet stone that can be propped against a flat surface and a miniature first aid kit. Black leather jeans with a Combat Knife strapped to his leg cover his lower half, and heavy black boots complete the set.
Blending In: When trying not to attract attention to himself (as his previously described gettup obviously would), Jeremy dresses in a scruffy brown shirt which is about 2 sizes to big for him, brown leather overalls which look the colour of mud and one of the buttons missing. His feet are covered by smaller brown boots also.
On An Operation or Patrol: For this, he dons a pair of aviator goggles and a black balaclava that tucks into his jersey and covers his mouth and neck. He shrugs a heavy black trenchcoat over his jersey (mainly to protect against the cold, rather than just copying The Matrix for the sake of style) and pulls smooth -but strong- black gloves over his hands (to increase his grip on a weapon). When like this, he also brings a larger first aid kit, which is clipped to his belt. His knife is usually secured to his belt too, making it easier to draw in a fight.
Personality: Cold and sarcastic to those he doesn't know, Kite is well known for his dark sense of humour and almost disregard for human life. He kills with efficiency and quickly, using an equal combination of tactics, suprise and force. But to his friends (of which very few he has), he tries his best to be cheerful, but he always seems to end up telling graphic stories or bringing bad news to the table. Despite not being religious, Jeremy says a prayer for every person he kills, just incase there is a god of some sort in the universe. Despite being just a lowly Rebellion grunt, Jeremy has an uncanny knack for not dying. When I say "not dying" I don't mean he was good at dodging claws, spells or knives,but that he always seems to be in the right place at the right time (i.e: three steps to the left of that giant eagle's claws, lying down when that fireball came whistling overhead). Aside from The Doctor and a few of the other grunts, Jeremy only ever really talks with Aretha. He finds a strange comfort in having a leader figure in his life again. He likes to keep himself occupied, often seen carrying things for people (carrying shopping, walking people through dangerous neighbourhoods, numeritically arranging Dr. Strange's comics for him and generally being a model citizen). Despite doing these jobs without saying a word usually, Jeremy does have a fondness for an old lady called Mrs. Tabbers who always makes him a cup of tea and teaches him how to play the piano, which she says her grandad kept in the bunker when the bombs fell. Also, his community activity has provided a nice cover for his Rebellion position, giving the Guardians no reason to suspect him as a conspirator against them.
History: As a boy, Jeremy lived in one of the few remaining large estates in Manticore. His parents were moles, planted in The Rebellion to relay their plans to the Guardians, and they were rewarded well. The Young Master Kite was completely unaware of his parents activities, and he was given the full package: proper food, fencing lessons, home tutulage, the whole lot. He was blissfully happy. As far as he knew, his parents were both Night School teachers, explaining their abscence so often at night. He remembers the night well. July 23rd...his parents came hurrying into the house with a man wrapped in a towel who was bleeding profusely. Jeremy was in the middle of eating his dinner when they hurried past. He followed them up to their bedroom, where they had laid out the man, his shirt torn to shreds around his midrift. He was very white and shivering. Apparently his parents had grown friends with one of the Rebellion, and betrayed their masters to save him. Jeremy Kite remembers...
A Guardian came to his house that night to personally kill his parents for their treachery. Jeremy spent five years on the streets, learning the hard way what life is really all about. He joined the Rebellion when he threw a stone at a Guardian parade. He didn't know yet about his parents or the fact their killer was a Guardian, but he threw the stone for all the lies they had told the humans, lies he knew and despised. He was being chased through an alleyway when a sewergrate opened up and he was pulled down by a rather bemused Dr. Strange, upset that he had not captured The Joker, but instead some scruffy man with dirt on nearly every inch of him. He stayed with the Doctor a while, probably explaining why Jeremy is one of the few people who actually approaches him of their own free will. He was taken to a Rebellion meeting, and signed up straight away.
Political Standing: Rebels
Abilities: Training and life on the streets has made Jeremy quick with a knife or sword, and he can make a weapon out of just about anything that he can pick up. He could hold his own against someone with the strength of, say, Asila, but would not last long against someone stronger. Knows a fairly decent about the human body and how to stitch it up.
Weakness: His thin clothing doesn't provide much protection. He often hesitates in battle, in a foolish attempt to predict his enemy's next move. This often ends in them getting a few hits in.
Age: 27
Race: Human
Description or picture: Standing about a head taller than average height and of broad shoulders, Jeremy has long black hair that he ties back in a ponytail. He has a beard growing, but it is still in the stages of beard infancy, clinging desperately like a small hole in the universe grown on his chin. His complexion reacts strangely to light. When in daylight, it looks a brownish tan, but at night he seems a deathly pale. His eyebrows always seem to be at an incline, juding all who stand before him, and only showing his true nature to those he can trust. He appears muscled, but only so much as on would expect so much from a member of the Rebellion, if not a little more.
Clothing (I made a sub-category since he has various costumes. Warning: contains a truckload of black.)
Casual: A bland grey sleevless jersey with a high collar underneath this is a black shirt. A leather belt with pouches containing money, a pack of dirty playing cards, cigarettes whenever he can find them, a small whet stone that can be propped against a flat surface and a miniature first aid kit. Black leather jeans with a Combat Knife strapped to his leg cover his lower half, and heavy black boots complete the set.
Blending In: When trying not to attract attention to himself (as his previously described gettup obviously would), Jeremy dresses in a scruffy brown shirt which is about 2 sizes to big for him, brown leather overalls which look the colour of mud and one of the buttons missing. His feet are covered by smaller brown boots also.
On An Operation or Patrol: For this, he dons a pair of aviator goggles and a black balaclava that tucks into his jersey and covers his mouth and neck. He shrugs a heavy black trenchcoat over his jersey (mainly to protect against the cold, rather than just copying The Matrix for the sake of style) and pulls smooth -but strong- black gloves over his hands (to increase his grip on a weapon). When like this, he also brings a larger first aid kit, which is clipped to his belt. His knife is usually secured to his belt too, making it easier to draw in a fight.
Personality: Cold and sarcastic to those he doesn't know, Kite is well known for his dark sense of humour and almost disregard for human life. He kills with efficiency and quickly, using an equal combination of tactics, suprise and force. But to his friends (of which very few he has), he tries his best to be cheerful, but he always seems to end up telling graphic stories or bringing bad news to the table. Despite not being religious, Jeremy says a prayer for every person he kills, just incase there is a god of some sort in the universe. Despite being just a lowly Rebellion grunt, Jeremy has an uncanny knack for not dying. When I say "not dying" I don't mean he was good at dodging claws, spells or knives,but that he always seems to be in the right place at the right time (i.e: three steps to the left of that giant eagle's claws, lying down when that fireball came whistling overhead). Aside from The Doctor and a few of the other grunts, Jeremy only ever really talks with Aretha. He finds a strange comfort in having a leader figure in his life again. He likes to keep himself occupied, often seen carrying things for people (carrying shopping, walking people through dangerous neighbourhoods, numeritically arranging Dr. Strange's comics for him and generally being a model citizen). Despite doing these jobs without saying a word usually, Jeremy does have a fondness for an old lady called Mrs. Tabbers who always makes him a cup of tea and teaches him how to play the piano, which she says her grandad kept in the bunker when the bombs fell. Also, his community activity has provided a nice cover for his Rebellion position, giving the Guardians no reason to suspect him as a conspirator against them.
History: As a boy, Jeremy lived in one of the few remaining large estates in Manticore. His parents were moles, planted in The Rebellion to relay their plans to the Guardians, and they were rewarded well. The Young Master Kite was completely unaware of his parents activities, and he was given the full package: proper food, fencing lessons, home tutulage, the whole lot. He was blissfully happy. As far as he knew, his parents were both Night School teachers, explaining their abscence so often at night. He remembers the night well. July 23rd...his parents came hurrying into the house with a man wrapped in a towel who was bleeding profusely. Jeremy was in the middle of eating his dinner when they hurried past. He followed them up to their bedroom, where they had laid out the man, his shirt torn to shreds around his midrift. He was very white and shivering. Apparently his parents had grown friends with one of the Rebellion, and betrayed their masters to save him. Jeremy Kite remembers...
A Guardian came to his house that night to personally kill his parents for their treachery. Jeremy spent five years on the streets, learning the hard way what life is really all about. He joined the Rebellion when he threw a stone at a Guardian parade. He didn't know yet about his parents or the fact their killer was a Guardian, but he threw the stone for all the lies they had told the humans, lies he knew and despised. He was being chased through an alleyway when a sewergrate opened up and he was pulled down by a rather bemused Dr. Strange, upset that he had not captured The Joker, but instead some scruffy man with dirt on nearly every inch of him. He stayed with the Doctor a while, probably explaining why Jeremy is one of the few people who actually approaches him of their own free will. He was taken to a Rebellion meeting, and signed up straight away.
Political Standing: Rebels
Abilities: Training and life on the streets has made Jeremy quick with a knife or sword, and he can make a weapon out of just about anything that he can pick up. He could hold his own against someone with the strength of, say, Asila, but would not last long against someone stronger. Knows a fairly decent about the human body and how to stitch it up.
Weakness: His thin clothing doesn't provide much protection. He often hesitates in battle, in a foolish attempt to predict his enemy's next move. This often ends in them getting a few hits in.
