Post by kaison jaime leraine on Jul 14, 2010 0:13:10 GMT -7
KAISONJAIMELERAINE
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"Motherfucker, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into. Loving me is a big mistake. For everyone, it ends in death. Something you'll experience soon enough. I'll fucking enjoy this...."[/color][/size][/center]
nicknames : Kai, Rainman, LeRaine, Necro
age : seventeen
birthday : the twenty-first of may, nineteen ninety-three
orientation : pansexual
group : level 3
illness : killer/necrophiliac
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weight : one hundred and twenty-four pounds
body : a slender build with muscles in just the right places
eyes : a mossy green, but he wears contacts a lot of times with many different and creepy colors
hair : originally black, but he dyes it with different colored streaks and keeps it long in a scene style
distinguishing features : a long scar down his back from a victim who fought back
fashion sense : scene
play-by : Jayy Von Monroe[/size][/font][/ul][/ul]
- blood
- sex
- the rush of killing
- hate
- freedom
- sadism
- death
- the dark
- fueling on fear
- standing out
- taking risks
dislikes :
- people
- love
- life
- beauty
- perfection
- weakness
- fear
- doctors
- religion
- truth
- himself
strengths :
- trickery
- covering his tracks
- creativity
- apathy
- hate
- sex
- killing
weaknesses :
- falling in love
- killing those he loves
- beauty
- sex
- a good plan
- being out of control
- hate
habits :
- falling in love
- killing love
- necrophilia
- smoking
- drinking
- drugs
- killing
- tricking innocents
fears :
- dying
- killing 'the one'
- becoming too numb
- going on a killing spree
- contracting a disease
- crying
- being weak
- memories
secrets :
- he feels dirty for the things he does
- he hates himself and wishes someone would just fix him
- he misses every single person he's killed
- he fucks dead people more than live ones because they can't become attached to him
personality : Kai is not really a normal boy. Well, there's nothing normal about him at all. He has a vicious personality that's easy to fall for. There is something about him that just makes other's fall for him. And when they do, they better be on their guard. Those who he returns the feelings to usually end up dead. He knows exactly how hot he is and flaunts it, using it to his advantage. It's in his nature to trick the most gorgeous people he can. But he isn't picky. If horniness sets in and there's no one to take him, he'll look to the dead. They are sometimes better. No strings attached and they can't fall for him. Then he doesn't have to kill them. Makes things easier. And better on the heart he tries to pretend he doesn't have.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
father : Trey, deceased
siblings : Laisha, deceased
Geffry, deceased
birthplace : San Fran, CA
significant other : 6 dead boyfriends, 3 dead girlfriends
pets : none
overall : Kaison was born to loving parents seventeen years ago in sunny California. They led a normal life to begin with and everything was perfect. San Fransico treated them well and they lived pretty wealthy. His father was a highly regarded plastic surgeon and his mother the model trophy wife. Their lives were beautiful and they had three wonderful children.
But, when Kai was thirteen and his twin siblings were eight, their Tonisha made a mistake. She messed up this perfection and everything came shattering down. By having affairs with men around the city, she was breaking her husband's heart and her children's trust. This caused them to move to Massachusetts, Olivehurst to be exact. A small town where Trey could still work but maybe his wife wouldn't be so tempted. It was a quiet town; a good place for them to work on their relationship.
Apparently they weren't able to sort things out, though. Tonisha was found to be sleeping around again. Going on dates with new men and taking them to hotel rooms. Apparently she wasn't satisfied enough at home, so she looked elsewhere. This revelation set Trey on edge. Something blew up in him and he turned to drinking. A lot. Which caused a riff in his relationship with everyone. He started to take it out on the kids, snapping at them for small things. And his work even started to get worse.
Eventually, the family got to a point where the kids never wanted to be home. The wife was never home. And the husband was always home drinking. One night when Tonisha returned from one of her late nights, Trey met her at the door with a gun. And the gun went off, right in her chest. She never expected it or knew what was happening in time to stop it. Kaison saw this and immediately ran to his mother, trying to wake her up. She was too far into dreamland, though, for saving. Once he realized this, he looked up at his father who had his back turned. The gun was on the table. The small boy grabbed it and didn't hesitate to let loose a bullet in Trey's back. It didn't even phase him. Once his father's body was cold, he moved up the stairs and found his brother and sister. They were scared and huddled together for safety. But nothing could save them.
The people that loved Kai, and that he loved also, were a disappointment to him. They would never be able to keep him happy. He had to get rid of them before they hurt him even more. With this rationalization, he didn't think before killing his siblings. And then, he just left. He set the gun down by Trey and would play it off that he was protecting himself and so only shot his father. The other shots had been done by his father, so everyone else would think.
Kai lived with his grandparents in Olivehurst from then on. But he never loved them, they were selfish old people. But this was probably for the best. It kept them from being killed as well. Everyone that he ever loved from then on ended up murdered as soon as he could. But he was very clever; no one ever linked it back to him. That is, until his last murder. Until his last boyfriend confided in someone that he thought he was going to die soon at Kaison's hand. It was all ruined when they traced a shred of evidence back to him. A broken fingernail, that was what it took to take him down. Luckily, he was only pinned for that one murder. But they went through his personal effects and found his diaries detailing all the other killings he'd done and the dirty things he did to the bodies.
It was then decided that instead of a jail sentance, what this boy needed was rehabilitation. He was sent to Brakken-Lane nearly a year ago and is already pretty much the top of the whole facility. He believes he runs the whole place, and is a level three patient for his violence, how he resists help and how he treats the other patients. He's been caught trying to seduce boys and girls still, trying to get them to fall for him because he's having a withdrawl of murdering. There is no way he wants help; he's only here because he has to be.[/font][/size][/ul][/ul]
age : eighteen
experience : two years
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→ HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEWS THAT YOU'RE DEAD ?
NO ONE EVER HAD MUCH NICE TO SAY ,
( I THINK THEY NEVER LIKED YOU ANYWAY ! ) - - - - - - - - - -
It was like reality was breaking down all around Greyer. His world spun as he listened to the other speak. Trying to piece together what she said. Trying to find a loophole somewhere that would mean she was meaning someone else. But there could have been no one else. She mentioned Steven...said his name! He was dead?! How did this happen? He hadn't even heard about this. Why was he the last to know something like this?!
Because Steven hated me.... He hated me for what happened last year. And now there's no way to rectify it. This is how it will always be. He...he died hating me. He died!
It didn't take but a few seconds for tears to spring up into the boy's eyes again.This time, though, they were of utter anguish and sadness. No longer did he fear the scary version of Vader standing across from him. All that was ringing clear in his mind was that someone he had once called 'friend' was gone forever. And that there was no way for him to make things better between them anymore. Everything was broken. And now he understood why the Slytherin was so upset. She'd lost the one she loved. Again, a loved one died. How that must be for her, he wasn't sure he knew. Yet, he might have because it was happening to him, also. He had loved Steven with all his heart. He would have done anything in the world for that boy. Maybe he'd gotten over the schoolboy crush on him, but not the fact that he loved him. Their relationship was too deep for that to disappear.
'By trying to kiss me, gives me a reason not to believe you. Just a few guys… PLEASE! You are so desperate that you go after your friends. Pathetic.' That had been the last thing that Steven had said to Greyer. A year ago when he had kissed him, the Ravenclaw boy had gone off on him and ended their friendship. The sad thing was, as the other was to look down upon him from wherever he now resided, all he would see was the wh*re he thought he knew. Not the person that Grey had truly become now. He was better and he would never know that.
The young Hufflepuff felt himself being dragged up off the ground where he'd fallen. He wasn't even realizing it, but he was crying hard tears and tearing at his hair. Trying to rationalize why and how this could have happened. With streaked makeup and absolutely no composure left, he tuned back in to Vader. Looked over at the tornado wrecking a village not far off. And noting that the girl was trying to get him to join the dark side. "Vader...." He looked up at the sky, trying to clear the lump in his throat. It wouldn't go away, though. He'd just have to try and talk around it. Meaning, there was no way he was going to be able to calm down from this. He was already hyperventilating and showed no signs of stopping his harsh tears. "Vader, I-I-I didn't kn-know. Stop, please STOP! Wha-what happened?! Why is he gone?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" This was the closest to a breaking point Greyer had experienced in a long time. He didn't like it. In fact, he felt like leaving for Berlin right now and buying more alcohol than he could ever consume. Then trying to drink himself to death. First Evan, now Steven. Only Grey was closer to Steven and now he knew of new coping mechanisms. Parties, drugs, alcohol, anything to forget what happened. He was going to fall hard off the deep end.
