Post by Kace Green on Oct 19, 2014 16:20:36 GMT -5
Basics
Name: Kace Green
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 16
Birthday: October 15th
Grade: Junior
Power:
Acid Generation: In his body he contains specialized glands that create a highly destructive acid, that he himself is immune to. He constantly has a supply of high strength acid ready at his disposal. The acid is carefully moved through the body and secreted through the skin, most often through his hands. It is possible, if he is being attacked or held against his will for example, for his body to carry the acid to where it is needed. He doesn’t have complete control of this, as it is also activated by the “fight or flight” instincts. It’s been known for him to accidentally burn through things in moments of anger, high stress, or fear.
Poison Generation: Truly a waste product of the glands in all reality, Kace’s blood is filled with a poisonous substance. His blood contains slow acting poison. It first affects the muscles at the sight of contact, tightening the muscles resulting in paralysis. It will eventually attack the respiratory system, and heart shutting them down. Simply having contact with his blood is not enough to have an effect, nothing more than a rash at least like poison ivy. Ingestion of his blood, contact with the mouth or eyes can prove fatal if nothing is done, or his blood mixing into that of another’s wound a situation with a little less hope.
Enhanced Strength: Kace is in absolute peak physical condition, comparable to Captain America in some ways. While not exactly classified as superhuman, his strength is much more than an average human giving him the upper hand in close ranged fighting, his personal preference. He has a habit of working hard at the gym, sometimes a little too much to make sure he stays in the best shape possible. Trained in close combat by his father gives him an extra advantage. On the other end he’s been known to accidentally break things or hurt people, not always able to fully comprehend his immense strength.
Member Group: Neutral
Canon or not: not
Appearance:
Kace prides himself on his appearance, but you will never find him standing in front of a mirror spending hours primping himself. It’s a miracle sent from the heavens if he actually does more than run his fingers through his mess of hair in the morning. With wrinkled clothing and constantly forgetting to shave his face you wouldn’t think that he cares about his appearance, but he does. Just not in the same way most young men would. It’s keeping up that intimidating appearance, looking dangerous. It shouldn’t be too hard for him. He stands towering over most people, rarely needing to look up to anybody. He stands at an astounding height of six foot five. A lot of tall young men are scrawny, a pole, like the wind could blow them over. Not him, days spent at a gym and his naturally enhanced strength have given him a set of hard, lean muscles. All packed away neatly underneath a layer of pale ivory skin. Seemingly free of any visible blemish, due to a habit of keeping his shirt on in front of people. Hiding the scars that trace along his chest and criss-cross his back forming intricate patterns.
Sharp green eyes, angled, almost-cat like. They hold a sharp gaze, cold despite being a warm shade of toxic green, with hints of yellow shining in them when the lights hit them just right. His thick, messy hair matching this set of jewels very well. Just a few shades darker than his eyes, his bright green hair makes him stand out in a room like a poisonous snake. A layered mess that takes time to tame, time he doesn’t usually spend on it. While tangled it still manages to sweep down, just barely covering his eyes. Falling down haphazardly around his face leading to a sharp jawline, where it tapers off ending halfway down his neck.
When it comes to clothing Kace’s style is a little interesting. Rarely is he ever seen without his battered old army hat. To match most of his clothing is some form of camouflage, including his favorite hoodie that’s rimmed with black. If it’s not dark green camo it’s some dark shade like black and gray. These are typically the colors of his many skinny jeans, as he seems to despise wear baggy jeans. Contrasting this if Kace isn’t wearing a black shirt it’s some bright green color, sometimes even yellow as if he’s warning the world he’s dangerous. Footwear is typically simple for him, boots. He’s rather fond of them, hates wearing sneakers. Squeaky dress shoes tend to piss him off as well, but he deals with it.
Personality
Overall Personality:
A quiet young man with cold calculating eyes. He stands stiffly with a blank face. He's shut off from the world. Keeping the walls up and doors closed, shutting others out as easily as shutting the door. It’s all in his head. He keeps himself bottled up so nobody can see how he really feels. All his fears, anxiety, even his joy is all kept held up in his head hiding from the world with a stone mask. The most you really get out of him is a raised eyebrow. This mask of his is his own way of protecting himself.
Letting people see him as this dangerous person. Seeing them wonder about him and what goes on in his head, as whatever voices they may have swirl in their head. He finds it a curious thing. Enjoys the game of intimidating others, it’s a game to him always has been. All another way to keep himself safe from a world he doesn’t trust anymore. They can fear him and he can refuse to get attached to them.
He also likes the power it gives him. The ability to control others, to get what he wants. All apart of his sadistic nature. Being able to manipulate others, a game to him. It’s one he takes great pleasure in, and goes to great lengths to keep fun. He enjoys it almost as much as he enjoys feeling his fist hit something. To break and destroy, a habit he created or was born with. Whether it’s to cope or because it’s simply how he is, Kace could care less.
While rare, it has been known for him to choose a favorite among the ones he uses as toys, to get what he wants. One he likes more than the others. It’s the first step for somebody to find a way in, to chip at his defenses. This favorite won’t get their way in just yet however, but at time goes on Kace will slowly get more protective, more possessive. Quickly becoming angry, even violent if he feels they are threatened. As he gets more attached he’ll have a bad habit of becoming anxious about them. Fearing that he will leave him behind, and that stress will quickly become clear as the mask gets loose.
It’s easy for this favorite to worm their way into his life after he gets possessive. Finding a hole to chip their way in, the bravest walking in through the front door. Here is where we find a quiet young man. One who enjoys sitting in his reclining chair, with reading glasses mumbling about war heroes as he reads through old books with worn pages. He enjoys cooking, even baking despite his apparent hatred for anything filled with sugar. His goal is making those close to him as happy as they can be. Despite him always being nervous about being left behind.Finding himself needing constant reassurance to help his low self-esteem, which only feeds into his guilt about n being afraid.
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History
Family Members/guardians: The basic set of a father and mother, Kace was an only child. He wasn’t very close with his extended family.
History:
His father was a highly decorated general in the American army, and Kace’s mother a lovely woman who made some of the best pies anybody has ever tasted. They always wanted a child, the chance to raise somebody into adulthood. As fate would have it Kace’s mother was unable to have children. After years of trying to have a kid, eventually the couple were told they would never have children of their own. Kace’s birth is no miracle story, he was born just like everybody else. It just happens that he’s adopted. His biological mother was only seventeen when she got pregnant, with her boyfriend of three months. Kace’s real mother, despite loving him very much, gave him up for adoption where he was found by the Green family and taken into a happy home.
Kace’s biological mother was genetically clean, perfectly human. His real father was the one who carried the genes, but he never stepped up to admit it was his kid. He refused the young woman and her child, calling her a slut, a cheater. On his records it shows no sign of who his real father is, but it hadn’t mattered. Not until first grade, where Kace’s true colors began to show. His father had always complimented the young boy on his strong grip, it was clear that he was strong and a little rough with his toys but it never occurred that something might be wrong with him. He was a tall lanky kid, got picked on a lot. Called all sorts of names, but Kace had taken it all in stride. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact he was disliked. Not until the fateful day one bully attacked him on the playground, too bad for the bully the moment that fight or flight instinct kicked in a large burn was left of the kid’s face and chest where he had attempted to push him off, and a few broken ribs to match. Bleeding and screaming on the sand the boy quickly drew attention to them, and the terrified teacher called the police. Kace was sent home, and the boy to the hospital where he made a full recovery.
Being a high ranking officer, Kace’s father called in some debts that were owed to him. Records were erased and hidden. They moved across the country, and for some time Kace was safe. It now being clear to them that their son was different. They became cautious with him, teaching him to control himself. His father began training him, teaching him little things at first and working his way up to more advanced combat skills through the years. His mother was the one who taught him to keep calm, to breath. Together they were able to keep him safe, and teach him how act normal.
Despite being bullied throughout the rest of elementary school, most of his young life wasn’t really very important after that. In middle school is when things start getting interesting again. By middle school he had already gotten into the routine of early morning runs, kick boxing classes at the local gym, and in the afternoon his father would teach him hand to hand techniques used in the military and how to use close ranged weapons like brass knuckles, and knives. His naturally toughened muscles responded well to the training and were beginning to shape up. The first day of middle school most of kids had stopped bullying him, and those that hadn’t in fifth grade stopped now. Seeing the scrawny pole begin filling out into a muscled behemoth was enough to stop most kids from saying anything to him. It was also sixth grade that Kace began to learn how to intimidate those around him, and it pulled him into a bad crowd.
His lack of trust for people made him wary of talking to others, but it was easy for him to learn how to scare them. To learn how to control them, and that was the start of his game. Being a rather scary person made him liked by the local big bad bullies, because keeping him around scared people. The ones who picked on him now kept him around to intimidate their new victims. Kace didn’t want to be a hero, to stand up for those kids. Sure on the inside, deep down he remembered what it was like, and inside he was really a big softie. It was these kids though that had hated him as well, and it was a dog eat dog world. He saw no reason to be a hero.
Middle school was full of fights, giving popular girls the cold shoulder, and pretending that cute boy sitting in the corner didn’t have his full attention in every math class. Detention and suspensions were normal, as well as half-hearted lectures from his parents because they knew it could be worse. High school was much the same, but things escalated. Some of those guys that kept him around for his appearance had gotten involved with some gangs. Kace was more interested in cute boys than gang activities and did what he could to separate himself from it. Kace still couldn’t help his love of a good fight, which was what got him in trouble in the end. He refused to help the boys in some trouble they got themselves into despite being more than happy to throw fists with other boys at school, and it was decided that they would teach him a lesson for betraying them. There was no covering up the damage this time, five boys in the hospital with acid burns and broken bones. It didn't take to long for him to be packed up and shipped off.
Behind the Character
Name: Mocha
Chatango Name: Cherrymocha
RP Experience: five or so years
How did you find us?: because of Teh
RP Sample:
It could have been described as a perfectly normal, sunny day. Birds chirping and all that mundane jazz. It was actually pretty nice out, would have been a lovely day for a walk. A stroll through town or even the forest. Better yet, a perfectly lovely day to sit in her dorm room with the curtains pulled tight and the lights off, underneath a blanket with a flashlight reading some book of her fancy. That was exactly what she wished she was doing. In fact Fawn wished she was anywhere but here. She would take being stuck in the ocean during a hurricane over her current predicament.
She had smiled softly at the receptionist as she took her seat in the cold building. Pulling her tan cardigan tighter around her shoulders in an attempt to stay warm as she sat down in a chair that wasn't quite hard but wasn't really soft either. This had not been her idea at all, none of it had been her idea. Moving here, going to this school, and now talking to some psychologist. Her grandfather had thought of it all. Found it all to be a brilliant idea. The only result was Fawn wondering if she could knock herself out with one of her black wedges currently squeezing her feet just a little too tightly.
She closed her eyes taking a deep breath. She was going to puke if this long waiting game didn't end. The girl looked at the time on her phone, wondering if she had come early or late by mistake. Perhaps she found the wrong place? Fawn could only hope as she sunk further down in the comfortable chair. Suddenly a sweet voice called out a name, her name. She almost puked right on the spot as her fingers found themselves gripping onto the fabric of her shorts. This is it, she was going to die from embarrassment.
Fawn stood, a shaky smile on her face. Toes pointed inward, knees bent under the weight of trying to stop herself from just falling over. This was a stupid idea. “Right here ma'am.”
