Post by kyle collins on Mar 9, 2010 11:37:02 GMT -5
YEAH, THIS IS NOT NATURAL:
[/font][/sub]KYLE COLLINS
A BUNCH OF HOLES WHERE THE DEAD USED TO BE.[/center][/font]
[/b][/font] kyle collinsNAME
NICKNAMES[/b][/font] ky, kahhhhl [southparkrefWIN], any variation of 'moron' or 'dipshit'
BIRTHDAY[/b][/font] 3rd march
AGE nineteen
ORIENTATION homo
SEX sure
ALLIANCE koios. but, unlike most of the other members, he isnt a smartass. he just supports their general view of things: he wants peace, and understands that the zombies may need to be eliminated if they will not comply, as much as he hates to admit it. and only as a last resort.
ALLIANCE ROLE worker - RUNNER[/blockquote][/blockquote]
FORGET SUPERNATURAL, CAUSE ALL
[/font][/sub]THEPHYSICAL
THOSE RESTING IN PEACE ARE OUT WALKING THE STREETS![/center][/font]
BUILD He is pretty damn weak - he has a very thin/'lean' body type - lacking pretty much any muscles, and stands at only 5 foot six inches.. Small for a guy.
HAIR COLOR Brown.
EYE COLOR Blue.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES he's a pretty average kid. the snakebites are usually a bit of a give-away, as is his mass of unkempt hair and short stature - but other than that, na-da.
PLAYBY Mat Musto.
ACROSS THE SKY, THEY CAN HEAR YOU ON
[/font][/sub]THEPERSONALITY
THE OTHER SIDE A SCREAM THAT'S LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD![/center][/font]
LIKES alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, socialising, helping people out, talking, sweet food, sleeping.
DISLIKES being alone, prejudice people, excessive amounts of blood, horror films [tough luck, since he's in one], rejection.
GOALS to save the lives of ten people, to help achieve world peace, to find the friends/family he lost during the chaos. namely the siinfels & ashley. "MARS. EMMY. I WILL FIND YOU."
FEARS BEING ALONE. Kyle has been isolated for a large majority of his life, and this has resulted in him being deathly afraid of being on his own for long periods of time. One night is okay, but any longer than that and he'll go out looking for someone, anyone to talk to.
REJECTION. Self-explanatory. He hates, and fears, being pushed away by others.
DEATH. Although he isn't scared of doing stupid, risky things to protect others, he is secretly scared of dying and the thought makes him feel extremely uneasy.
THE DEATH OF OTHERS. In his opinion, worse than his own. Seeing someone, especially a loved one, die is a great fear of his.
OVERALL PERSONALITY Kyle is quite possibly one of the kindest people you will ever meet. He always puts others before himself, and his main goal in life is to help those who are less fortunate than himself. He is extremely loyal to his friends, and hell, he'll try and make friends with everyone. Even the most unapproachable of people. When pushed away, he will still try and 'befriend' the person in question - and honestly, 'hate' is not a word he knows ('scared of' is probably the closest he'd ever get to 'hating' someone). Of course, this has its drawbacks, because most people find his persistency annoying - therefore getting him in trouble with them. Being so selfless also has its disadvantages.. He often gets used or taken advantage of, purely because he doesn't mind when he is. Putting his neck on the line for other people is something he does on a daily basis, and it doesn't always end well.
He isn't the 'brightest bulb in the box' - a nicer way of saying that he's a complete dumbass who lacks any shred of common sense, and he's 'immature' - although that would be an understatement. At times he appears to have unlimited amounts of energy and getting him to stay still is a damned hard task.
The kid has a nice sense of humour and loves joking around with people. He's extremely naive and can be slightly ignorant at times - he always believes in the best in everyone, and finds it hard to understand that some people have 'ill intentions' - again, often getting him into 'trouble'.
Kyle has abandonment issues and despises being alone. He will try and befriend anyone and everyone, and then will most likely cling to them as often as he can. Since he was isolated for a large part of his life, he now has an obsession with socialising with people. Kyle also has a love for physical contact - usually resulting in him breaching people's personal space bubbles and ticking them off.
Although he can be so annoying, persistent and naive, he has honestly good intentions. He never means to get on anyones nerves, and he just wants to help people out. Unfortunately, it is his massive trust in all species and his belief that everyone is 'truly good' that gets him into such sticky situations - zombies included.
Oh, and, he's a little too obsessed with that lovely stuff called 'vodka'. At one point he relied on it, but now he just binges on it when he's left on his own.
ALL ALONE YOU BOUGHT TICKETS FOR
[/font][/sub]THEHISTORY
THE NIGHTMARE AS YOU WAKE THE DEAD! WAKE THE DEAD! OH![/font][/center]
PARENTS katarina collins, nate collins.
SIBLINGS ashley collins - half brother
OTHERS N/A
HISTORY Kyle's history isn't exactly an interesting one; his childhood was average, to say the least. His mother died during childbirth and so he never knew her - he lived with just his dad, Nate. Nate was a workaholic who spent every waking hour at his job and therefore Kyle didn't see him much - but he didn't mind, because he could understand that his father was busy: he worked as a manager to one of the major lawyer firms in London. His childhood was pretty pampered because Nate's job payed well, to say the least, and he had a nanny to look after him for the first eleven years of his life.
When he was five, Nate brought home another kid one day, introducing him as his brother. Half-brother. Ashley. Kyle welcomed him with open arms and cared for him and loved him, feeling guilty for his staying seven years in a children's home, but the feelings weren't mutual. It was apparent from the start that there was something 'not quite right' about Ashley, but Nate, always being at work, didn't notice - nor did he listen to the nanny's warnings.
Kyle and Ashley started school, insisting on going to a public school rather than being homeschooled. Kyle loved it; loved meeting new people, but Ash detested it and was bullied from a young age. Ash's behaviour continued to deteriorate - he became more distant, colder, calculating, manipulative. Kyle didn't mind, because that's just who Ash was. And then he tried to kill Kyle.
Luckily, the nanny was in the right place at the right time and prevented poor lil' twelve-year-old-Kyle from being choked to death, but that was the final straw and she finally confronted Nate about it. He still ignored her. Kyle continued treating Ashley like a brother - he loved the guy as family and came up with all kinds of crazy theories as to why he'd almost been killed. Nate still failed to listen to the nanny, despite her growing urgency.
..He listened to her three years later, when she disappeared. One day she just.. Didn't turn up for work. Nate was clueless. Kyle told him that Ash had killed her. At first he didn't want to believe it, but then he had to, and Ash was sent away to a mental home. Kyle was upset and missed having a brother figure around, despite how much the kid had abused and taken advantage of him, despite how everyone else was disgusted with him.
The next time he saw him was two years later. When Kyle was sixteen, an eighteen year-old Ashley turned up to pick him up from school. Kyle went along with him. Ash took him home, blackmailed Nate into agreeing to pay a large sum of money each month into an allocated bank account, and then they left. Ash took Kyle to Fritch, where he was kept under watch for about a year.
A few years later, the zombie incident happened. Kyle lost contact with all of his previous school-friends and his only remaining family - Ashley. He has no idea where his half-brother is now, but he wants to find him.
THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! AN EMPTY HOLE IN YOUR
[/font][/sub]THEROLEPLAYER
CHEST WHERE YOUR HEART USED TO BEAT! DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS?[/font][/center]
YOUR NAME DANNY!
AGE seventeeeeeen
OTHER CHARRIES none atm
SAMPLEBEHOLD. THE TALE OF KAHL AND THE FLAMINGOS.
‘Drunk’ was not an accurate word right now. ‘Tipsy’ would be more accurate. Actually.. It was probably between the two. Not drunk enough to be completely out of it, but past-tipsy enough to fill Emory’s dorm room with a horde of plastic pink flamingos. Yes. Kyle had decided to fill Emory’s room with approximately eighty-two, neon-pink, almost-life-size flamingos. Yes, Kyle was a complete retard.
Why? Well.. That much wasn’t hard to explain. He had been bored, and so had stumbled merrily along to the subway and, using the same entrance tactics as last time, gotten into the Limelight night club. As before, it had been full of people and Kyle had happily wasted a few hours of his life there – this time more socialising and less drinking. Although, by ‘less drinking’ I mean he was still on the neat vodka, just not on about five glasses a minute. After attaching himself to a group of conspicuous strangers, getting groped by a few pedos and eventually following a random man back to his apartment ‘just because he asked’, Kyle found himself tripping through the streets of New York, readjusting his jeans and wondering what the hell he was doing.
A park bench had seemed like a good idea at the time (ignore the fact that it was barely past six in the evening) and he had crashed on it, sleeping there like a hobo for an hour or two, before rudely being awakened by a fat, old guy who had failed to see the sleeping kid and had unfortunately sat on his face. After suffocating for a few minutes, he managed to claw his way out from beneath the old man who had stared at him and asked him what the hell he was doing – to which Kyle had blinked and replied ‘I don’t know’. Then, he had wandered out of the park and down the road and back towards the dorms.
Having not drunk much, and having slept some of it off, Kyle wasn’t feeling massively drunk, but he still had that ‘happy buzz’ that accompanied being tipsy and, well, he couldn’t resist when he passed a store that had – ‘ohmygod, ‘gingo! – in the front window. Being his slighty-more-than-tipsy-but-not-drunk self, he had rushed into the store and promptly taken advantage of the ‘forty flamingos for five dollars’ offer – and then three more just for the hell of it. He’d also ended up having to buy a wheelbarrow (yes, it was one of those tacky stores which sold everything) because he soon after realised that he could only fit two flamingos down his jeans, three down his t-shirt and carry six in his arms. That left seven hundred and twenty three uhhh, seventy two flamingos. And Kyle couldn’t be assed to make more than one trip.
After balancing seventy two flamingos precariously into a wheelbarrow (don’t ask how he did it) he had headed back to the dorms, ignoring all of the ‘srsly, wtf?’ expressions he received from people along the way (which was a damn lot). Once he reached the dorms, he realised that keeping them in his dorm room was a bad idea, because Ash would go on a rampage and kill them all. So.. Kyle settled for the next best thing: Giant Emory’s dorm!
Luckily he could remember which number it was (it wasn’t far from his own dorm) and, even luckier, one of Emory’s roommates (which Kyle didn't know) had just been leaving. After begging them to let him in (apparently Emory had ‘ordered the flamingos from a catalogue and he was the deliveryboy’ – haha, try explaining that to your roommate later, Emory) he had promptly dumped all of the flamingos in a heap in the middle of the floor.
..Uhh. Now what? Kyle stared at them absently and scratched his head. Huhh. Perhaps this hadn’t been such a great idea. He stood a few of them up, dotting them around the room, until it looked like freakin’ Flamingo Land. Hmm. Now that the ‘buzz’ was beginning to wear off, Kyle was slowly realising that his fragile existence may be at risk. Giant Emory was going to fucking behead him.
