Post by Kit Warren II on Aug 6, 2015 23:22:02 GMT -5
Kit Warren II
Basic Information
Age & Birthday: 16 - 07/05/1999
Occupation: student
Gender: male
Nationality: american
Height & Weight: 5'11" - 183 lbs.
Year:first year
OOC Account: NORTH
Occupation: student
Gender: male
Nationality: american
Height & Weight: 5'11" - 183 lbs.
Year:first year
OOC Account: NORTH
Personality & Appearance
Personality: Everyone, meet Kit, that over-excited, barely house-trained mutt you didn't necessarily ask for, probably didn't want but are inevitably stuck with. You might actually be surprised with how many parallels you'd be able to draw between the young Warren boy and your neighbors dog. In as few words as possible the kid has the capacity to love virtually anyone who crosses his path unconditionally – unless you're super shady or look like you smack choir boys on the weekends or something. His jovial nature and easy-going attitude make him a likeable person if not a bit overwhelming in large does.
Kit, in a word, seems like a very homely person. There aren't very many physical attributes that anyone would call distinctive or special about him . Most actually think him a fool given how he acts really and, to an extent, those people wouldn't be wrong. He doesn't convey himself as an overly intelligent person because he's not a traditionally intelligent person to begin with.
Don't get me wrong, Kit's got brains, he just didn't quite acquire them by logging hours in a library. His intellect comes via life experience – which sounds absurd given that he's only sixteen – and it is no less viable than someone who's read up on the same subjects he practices. This isn't to say that the boy cringes at the mere sight of a book, he's actually rather good at bookwork, he simply prefers the act of doing as opposed to the alternative. But what’s really interesting is how intuitive he can be. While he lacks the conventional way of problem solving he is exceptionally perceptive, damn near eerily insightful in some instances. His reliance on instinct is probably the cause.
Other than his uncanny ability to read even the most reticent of people and country boy naïveté, Kit just likes to laugh and have people laugh with him. It doesn’t matter if you’re a friend or not, laughter is the best medicine for everything.
Being as high off life as a teenager can be (or pretty much just high all the time) Kit won’t sit still if he can help it. It’ll be most notable when folks see him clambering on things in the city and even when he notices the ‘what the fuck are you on’ looks people give him, Kit exemplifies the 'no fucks given' policy of the internet in his daily life. He’s not what you’d call shameless per se but he’s damned close. And believe it or not he isn't all sunshine and daisies. Like any teen he'll use whatever means necessary to better his position be it through a little mischief or a lot of fibbing. It isn't something he wants to make a habit of but he's an opportunistic liar if he see's there is something to be gained in it.
Also, rocks. Kit likes rocks. Wanna know about rocks? Because he'll talk about rocks. All kinds of rocks for your socks, though why you'd put a rock there he doesn't get, it sounds vaguely uncomfortable but whatever.
Hyperactivity and clinginess go hand-and-hand naturally. If he isn’t off the hanging off something or digging through the dirt he’s got an arm thrown over somebody’s shoulder and chatting a mile a minute about everything and anything. Doesn’t matter who you are, where your from, or who you’re side eyeing he will readily tell you his life story down to when he had wet the bed last, which, as one might imagine, can get rather annoying. Like, been punched in the mouth twice, kind of annoying. He's naive and silly, a real bumbling oaf who can miss the most obvious things yet pick up on the subtler aspects like they'd been underlined in sharpie but he'd a good kid at heart.
Appearance: Do you like hoodies? Because Kit likes hoodies. In fact, unless it's intolerably hot outside this country boy isn't likely to be seen without one – and even then he's more than likely going to have one tied around his waist. These cozy articles of clothing have become something akin to a second skin for Kit because of how influential they were to him as a child. He just never kicked the habit. Besides, he wears them pretty well all things considered.
In terms of looks Kit is…nothing special to look at really. He doesn't have any remarkable features or a chiseled physique that made all the boys and girls back home go hog-wild. Not that he isn't decent or anything but he's no Matt Damon. He's got a rather fair skin tone, not porcelain white like he spends his days indoors but not the darkened tan of someone who's always outside either, a happy median. His eyes are perhaps the only real feature of prominence being that they are a variant of hazel that can either seem brown, burnt orange or almost gold depending on the lighting.
He's on the tallish side but, again, nothing remarkable as far as height goes but definitely slightly above average. With how active he tends to be Kit does sport a generous amount of muscle, enough to get what he needs done with minimal effort at least. Most of this is always obscured either by his ever-present hoodies or with his general wardrobe which usually consists of baggier clothing.
His hair is an unnameable menace and he's almost completely given up on the ideology of brushing and simply wears whatever he comes out of bed with, only pausing long enough to secure a hair clip to one side so that it doesn't completely obscure his vision. Speaking of vision, did you know he's technically supposed to be wearing glasses? He hates them. They're not ugly or anything but they frustrate him so he chooses to go without unless he knows he's going to be reading for extended periods of time.
Kit, in a word, seems like a very homely person. There aren't very many physical attributes that anyone would call distinctive or special about him . Most actually think him a fool given how he acts really and, to an extent, those people wouldn't be wrong. He doesn't convey himself as an overly intelligent person because he's not a traditionally intelligent person to begin with.
Don't get me wrong, Kit's got brains, he just didn't quite acquire them by logging hours in a library. His intellect comes via life experience – which sounds absurd given that he's only sixteen – and it is no less viable than someone who's read up on the same subjects he practices. This isn't to say that the boy cringes at the mere sight of a book, he's actually rather good at bookwork, he simply prefers the act of doing as opposed to the alternative. But what’s really interesting is how intuitive he can be. While he lacks the conventional way of problem solving he is exceptionally perceptive, damn near eerily insightful in some instances. His reliance on instinct is probably the cause.
Other than his uncanny ability to read even the most reticent of people and country boy naïveté, Kit just likes to laugh and have people laugh with him. It doesn’t matter if you’re a friend or not, laughter is the best medicine for everything.
Being as high off life as a teenager can be (or pretty much just high all the time) Kit won’t sit still if he can help it. It’ll be most notable when folks see him clambering on things in the city and even when he notices the ‘what the fuck are you on’ looks people give him, Kit exemplifies the 'no fucks given' policy of the internet in his daily life. He’s not what you’d call shameless per se but he’s damned close. And believe it or not he isn't all sunshine and daisies. Like any teen he'll use whatever means necessary to better his position be it through a little mischief or a lot of fibbing. It isn't something he wants to make a habit of but he's an opportunistic liar if he see's there is something to be gained in it.
Also, rocks. Kit likes rocks. Wanna know about rocks? Because he'll talk about rocks. All kinds of rocks for your socks, though why you'd put a rock there he doesn't get, it sounds vaguely uncomfortable but whatever.
Hyperactivity and clinginess go hand-and-hand naturally. If he isn’t off the hanging off something or digging through the dirt he’s got an arm thrown over somebody’s shoulder and chatting a mile a minute about everything and anything. Doesn’t matter who you are, where your from, or who you’re side eyeing he will readily tell you his life story down to when he had wet the bed last, which, as one might imagine, can get rather annoying. Like, been punched in the mouth twice, kind of annoying. He's naive and silly, a real bumbling oaf who can miss the most obvious things yet pick up on the subtler aspects like they'd been underlined in sharpie but he'd a good kid at heart.
Appearance: Do you like hoodies? Because Kit likes hoodies. In fact, unless it's intolerably hot outside this country boy isn't likely to be seen without one – and even then he's more than likely going to have one tied around his waist. These cozy articles of clothing have become something akin to a second skin for Kit because of how influential they were to him as a child. He just never kicked the habit. Besides, he wears them pretty well all things considered.
In terms of looks Kit is…nothing special to look at really. He doesn't have any remarkable features or a chiseled physique that made all the boys and girls back home go hog-wild. Not that he isn't decent or anything but he's no Matt Damon. He's got a rather fair skin tone, not porcelain white like he spends his days indoors but not the darkened tan of someone who's always outside either, a happy median. His eyes are perhaps the only real feature of prominence being that they are a variant of hazel that can either seem brown, burnt orange or almost gold depending on the lighting.
He's on the tallish side but, again, nothing remarkable as far as height goes but definitely slightly above average. With how active he tends to be Kit does sport a generous amount of muscle, enough to get what he needs done with minimal effort at least. Most of this is always obscured either by his ever-present hoodies or with his general wardrobe which usually consists of baggier clothing.
His hair is an unnameable menace and he's almost completely given up on the ideology of brushing and simply wears whatever he comes out of bed with, only pausing long enough to secure a hair clip to one side so that it doesn't completely obscure his vision. Speaking of vision, did you know he's technically supposed to be wearing glasses? He hates them. They're not ugly or anything but they frustrate him so he chooses to go without unless he knows he's going to be reading for extended periods of time.
A little bit extra
Likes:
Dislikes:
Flaws:
- sleeping outdoors
- tomatoes
- climbing things (including people)
- sports
- gardening & landscaping
- mathematics
- cartography
- paleontology & geology
Dislikes:
- not being able to go outside
- ginger
- when people abuse nature
- being called stupid, simple-minded, hick ect
- rudeness or lack of manners
- people who give up too easily
- large cities
- snow & cold weather
Flaws:
- has the tendency to talk too much
- sometimes obnoxiously tenacious
- doesn't like to admit when he's wrong
- tends to overwhelm people with his huggy nature
History
The pains of growing up are always the ones that we remember with greater clarity when there is an abundance of ill-fated events. Thankfully, this isn't one of those stories. Sorry if I got your hopes up. No, Kit's life was/is as unremarkable as he appears to be. He was born in a city that few people outside of the great (snickers) state of Utah – you know, that place that nobody actually wants to live in for reasons he can't exactly fault you for. He was welcomed into the world by two loving parents who did everything in their power to prepare him for life, attended a school, got bullied, the norm by the standards of many. Except that it wasn't. Not really.
To start, those two 'loving parents' weren't what you'd call the social criterion that most equate with a healthy environment, not because they were addicted to prescription pills or anything so heinous, but because his parents were both women. Yep, you heard it here first, folks, his parents are bonafide lesbians and that didn't sit right with a lot of people in a little place like Layton City, Utah.
With the population either being heavily republican or objectively liberal, there wasn't much in the way of middle ground for the growing menace that was the homosexual agenda. For so long it never dawned on Kit that there was anything wrong with his household. His mothers loved him unconditionally, kept him safe and happy, gave him those awesome batman band-aids when he got scraped up and did everything he could assume was normal for a parent. So why then did his neighbors look at them like someone had slapped them with a rotting fish?
As a child much of this went unnoticed by Kit who was more preoccupied with playing with kids his own age and discovering just where his limits were. Things didn't really start to pick up until he was about seven years old, cognizant enough to begin discerning the stares he received walking hand-in-hand with his mother's and the discomfort those stares brought him. When at last he questioned his parents as to why people seemed overly aware of their presence they readily explained to him that it was because they were gay, a concept that was utterly meaningless to him and explained nothing as far as he was concerned. Further conversation on the matter enlightened him, he'd always been a rather perceptive kid and the knowledge now made him really look at the people in his community.
Kit never changed his demeanor but just as he was developing, learning and growing, so too were his peers. The children he was friends with slowly became attuned to their parents disgust and, as children so often did, started to emulate what they saw. Words were said, mean, unwarranted slurs fired with the self-righteous justification only born of ignorance and loathing for what wasn't understood, became more and more frequent. He lost many of his friends that way, not all, but enough that he too began to wonder if there might actually be something wrong with being homosexual.
Public school was equal parts a treat as it was a nightmare. In a place like Layton there was all of three schools for his age bracket and the most convenient one (because it was affordable) was filled with much of the same in the way of people who did not like his household morals. He wasn't utterly reviled by his classmates but there was a distinct lack of interest when it came to associating with him if it could be helped. Nobody wanted their parents to know they were friends with 'that kid raised by dyke's'.
Such things hurt. Immensely so. He couldn't wrap his brain around why things were the way they were. What business was it of others how one person chose to love another based on more than something as superficial as gender? Kit was well aware that he was biologically related to only one of his mothers, the product of a willing donor, but that didn't make how he lived wrong just because he had two mommies. The uncertainty, the fear and the bitterness churned and, for a short period, evolved into its own brand of hatred for his parents.
It lasted all of two months but the disconnect visibly pained their family because his mother's weren't going to force him to accept their lifestyle but neither could they stand by and let him so completely shut them out of his life. Fortunately for all of them Kit was an intelligent boy and no slouch, he processed everything and eventually came to the conclusion that it didn't matter. If people could hate so senselessly because something was not as they perceived it should be, then there was nothing he could do to change that. The reconciliation that followed was a happy one and life resumed.
His time from then on wasn't anything noteworthy. Yes he was bullied for being 'that dyke's son' but Kit never let that drag him into the mire he'd fallen into. He defended his family – physically on a few occasions – but otherwise tuned out what he didn't want to hear. He had his mom's and his extended family (the ones who didn't hate them anyway) and loved those who accepted them for what they were. People.
The only thing to really bother the youngest Warren was his own sexuality. Most people had already written him off as likely to be as gay as his parents, something he had denied fervently when he was a kid, if only so that the male half of his friend didn't think he was suddenly going to get the hots for them. It hadn't worked, he'd ended up losing them anyway but now he didn't know where he sat. The few crushes that he'd held had been for women so, theoretically, he was straight, right? He couldn't remember an instance where he'd looked at another boy and thought 'oh, he's really cute' or 'I wanna hold hands with him'. At the same time he didn't want to be close-minded but how was he to know what he actually liked?
It was a puzzle. It still is a puzzle. But not one that demanded his constant attention.
Finally, present day, his mom's had decided to send him away (which he had been none too happy about), knowing that he'd have a better opportunity outside of Utah's 'wonderful' education standards..
To start, those two 'loving parents' weren't what you'd call the social criterion that most equate with a healthy environment, not because they were addicted to prescription pills or anything so heinous, but because his parents were both women. Yep, you heard it here first, folks, his parents are bonafide lesbians and that didn't sit right with a lot of people in a little place like Layton City, Utah.
With the population either being heavily republican or objectively liberal, there wasn't much in the way of middle ground for the growing menace that was the homosexual agenda. For so long it never dawned on Kit that there was anything wrong with his household. His mothers loved him unconditionally, kept him safe and happy, gave him those awesome batman band-aids when he got scraped up and did everything he could assume was normal for a parent. So why then did his neighbors look at them like someone had slapped them with a rotting fish?
As a child much of this went unnoticed by Kit who was more preoccupied with playing with kids his own age and discovering just where his limits were. Things didn't really start to pick up until he was about seven years old, cognizant enough to begin discerning the stares he received walking hand-in-hand with his mother's and the discomfort those stares brought him. When at last he questioned his parents as to why people seemed overly aware of their presence they readily explained to him that it was because they were gay, a concept that was utterly meaningless to him and explained nothing as far as he was concerned. Further conversation on the matter enlightened him, he'd always been a rather perceptive kid and the knowledge now made him really look at the people in his community.
Kit never changed his demeanor but just as he was developing, learning and growing, so too were his peers. The children he was friends with slowly became attuned to their parents disgust and, as children so often did, started to emulate what they saw. Words were said, mean, unwarranted slurs fired with the self-righteous justification only born of ignorance and loathing for what wasn't understood, became more and more frequent. He lost many of his friends that way, not all, but enough that he too began to wonder if there might actually be something wrong with being homosexual.
Public school was equal parts a treat as it was a nightmare. In a place like Layton there was all of three schools for his age bracket and the most convenient one (because it was affordable) was filled with much of the same in the way of people who did not like his household morals. He wasn't utterly reviled by his classmates but there was a distinct lack of interest when it came to associating with him if it could be helped. Nobody wanted their parents to know they were friends with 'that kid raised by dyke's'.
Such things hurt. Immensely so. He couldn't wrap his brain around why things were the way they were. What business was it of others how one person chose to love another based on more than something as superficial as gender? Kit was well aware that he was biologically related to only one of his mothers, the product of a willing donor, but that didn't make how he lived wrong just because he had two mommies. The uncertainty, the fear and the bitterness churned and, for a short period, evolved into its own brand of hatred for his parents.
It lasted all of two months but the disconnect visibly pained their family because his mother's weren't going to force him to accept their lifestyle but neither could they stand by and let him so completely shut them out of his life. Fortunately for all of them Kit was an intelligent boy and no slouch, he processed everything and eventually came to the conclusion that it didn't matter. If people could hate so senselessly because something was not as they perceived it should be, then there was nothing he could do to change that. The reconciliation that followed was a happy one and life resumed.
His time from then on wasn't anything noteworthy. Yes he was bullied for being 'that dyke's son' but Kit never let that drag him into the mire he'd fallen into. He defended his family – physically on a few occasions – but otherwise tuned out what he didn't want to hear. He had his mom's and his extended family (the ones who didn't hate them anyway) and loved those who accepted them for what they were. People.
The only thing to really bother the youngest Warren was his own sexuality. Most people had already written him off as likely to be as gay as his parents, something he had denied fervently when he was a kid, if only so that the male half of his friend didn't think he was suddenly going to get the hots for them. It hadn't worked, he'd ended up losing them anyway but now he didn't know where he sat. The few crushes that he'd held had been for women so, theoretically, he was straight, right? He couldn't remember an instance where he'd looked at another boy and thought 'oh, he's really cute' or 'I wanna hold hands with him'. At the same time he didn't want to be close-minded but how was he to know what he actually liked?
It was a puzzle. It still is a puzzle. But not one that demanded his constant attention.
Finally, present day, his mom's had decided to send him away (which he had been none too happy about), knowing that he'd have a better opportunity outside of Utah's 'wonderful' education standards..
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