Post by KAZAN on Nov 10, 2011 19:30:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#909090; border-left: 40px solid #505050;] KAZAN "Quote or Lyric here" THE BASICS, |
Full Name:
Kazan
Nickname:
Kaz, --
Age:
Nineteen
Face Claim:
Taylor Lautner, probs
A LITTLE DEEPER,
Alliance:
Islander
Personality:
Kazan is certainly one hell of a hardened individual, even at only nineteen. Due to his past, the man has been forced to mature at a very rapid, unnatural rate, and because of this he has become a very guarded, cold, and unforgivingl. He tends to be on the quiet side; observing the ones around him, rather then provoking conversation, though as soon as he gets angered, he has somewhat of an explosive temper. He has little experience in keeping his emotions controlled, so it's not unusual to see him succumb to his emotions, in wild acts of anger and/or lust. He's weak and inexperienced when it comes to women, and should he be tempted, it would prove very difficult to keep himself in check.
Now, Kazan isn't one to crack a smile very often. He's rigid and stiff, never partaking in physical contact aside from sex, as he tends to be a rather rough, abrupt male. He refuses to get close to anyone and views it as dangerous, and in all truthfulness, entirely fears love. He feels emotion is weakness, and chooses not to feel them. That, of course, excluding anger and lust. Those are the only emotions he feels are acceptable, and won't cause him harm.
Now, should Kazan get close to anyone, like most of the members in the tribe, he gets very, very protective over them. Should he feel threatened he will act outwardly and aggressively, without thinking whatsoever. He'll die for the ones he cares for, and will stay loyal until the end.
Now, as far as arrogance and experience goes, Kazan does have a good amount of bragging rights. However, he chooses not to flaunt his skill, and is a very humble person. He's a skilled fighter, not in the technical area, but rather in resourcefulness, experience, and ability to read a threat. He'd physically strong and he knows it, and will display his dominance should someone come across as a threat to him.
Finally, Kazan does have a soft side, no matter how barely existent it is. For someone to get into that side though would be nearly impossible.
Likes:
Being in power, Victory, Conflict, Flexing his strength, Women
Dislikes:
Authority, Being controlled, Feeling threatened, People judging him off of his past, Overly jolly people
Strengths:
Combat, He's very physically strong, Doesn't take insults personally, Stands his ground, Determined
Weaknesses:
Loss of control, Inexperienced, He's a novice when it comes to lust, Somewhat gullible, Lets his anger get the best of him
ON THE OUTSIDE,
[/size]Appearance:
To the outside eye, Kazan usually comes across as a force to be reckoned with; a grave expression, prominent, set jaw, and dark, brooding eyes just searching for challenge. He's a stiff individual, always keeping his distance with his lips pursed and arms crossed. He's certainly an attractive man should you get past his forbidding exterior; with a tall, overly muscular frame marred with scars from previous battles. His hair is kept shorter, so as not to get into his way, and his hands are rough, calloused, and scratched' signs of experience.
Now, as far as wardrobe goes, Kazan truly wears what he can get his hands on. The tribe's resources are fairly good, though good, quality clothing takes time to create, and quite frankly, that's time Kazan would rather spend hunting. He usually wears pants or shorts made of whatever animal hide he can get access to, but when he does take the time to actually sit down and sew himself an item of clothing, it's beautifully done. As far as a shirt goes he can be seen without one often, though on rainier or overly sunny days, he'll put on a loose shirt that won't get in his way too much.
THE PAST,
History:
Born out of a rape and seen as a disgrace throughout the entire tribe, Kazan has lived one hell of a hard life. He was born to his mother; a very caring, compassionate woman who, despite everyone else's views on the child, loved him like any mother would her child. She looked past what he was a result of, and instead viewed him as a blessing. Kazan grew up unsure of why the others around him all seemed to have such a hatred towards him, children always taking their games elsewhere when he tried to join, and parents adverting their eyes and walking away, should he come near. He was a hopeful and energetic child, though as he grew older, the feeling of being an outcast began to wear down on him. Boys within the tribe would shove him as they passed, before snickering and walking off, for reasons Kazan was utterly unaware of.
It was one night when Kazan was thirteen, when a few boys looking for a fight told him he wasn't his mother and her dead mate's child. They told him he was a kid born of rape; a mistake.
Kazan snapped.
The boy lunged at the offender, all thoughts of tribe respect flitting from his mind. The boy's friends gasped and backed off as Kazan tackled the boy to the ground, hitting him; once, twice, three times. He couldn't stop himself. When the boy's friends stepped in, pulling and beating on Kazan to get him to stop, he only turned his aggression towards them, his anger exploding into a whirlwind of malice, driving Kazan to go further; hit harder.
It was only after each and every boy was unconscious, that Kazan fell back into a sitting position, and cried. He'd known he was different, but he couldn't understand why some monster would do that to his mother. And, even worse, that he was part of that monster. Kazan would find who'd created him so savagely, and get revenge; that was one thing he was sure of.
After a few minutes of crying, the boy got up, wiped the tears from his eyes, and walked back to the village, bloodied and bruised. He paid no attention to the glances he got, and instead, stormed right into his mother's tent, his eyes guarded, prodding. He asked to talk to her about it but the woman refused, causing Kazan to apologize, and continue his way to the chief's hut. He demanded to know who did it and, not wanting to start conflict, the man also refused. Kazan stalked back to his hut and fell asleep, his mind running wild with possibilities.
It could have been anyone.
It was when the group of rambunctious, bruised boys returned to the village that Kazan was wrenched from his sleep, only to be dragged near a fire, in order to be scolded by the father of one of the children. He relished in "disciplining" Kazan, and told the boy to never tell of his violent acts, for surely he would only get a worse treatment.
He would learn later, that this man was his real father.
Years passed and with them, Kazan grew up. His mother passed away due to illness, and he was left in his lonesome, hardened and guarded. He'd turned into a different man; one that was out for revenge, and no longer had the bright, hopeful eyes he did as a child.
It was by accident, that he found out who his father was.
He'd been returning home late with a spear stacked with fish, when he walked behind the man's hut, and overheard a frantic, angered conversation. A woman tried to convince him to take Kazan in, as he was his child, but the man only spoke in disgust of the boy. Kazan paused and cleared his throat as he stood in the doorway, his eyes narrowed; murderous. The man turned towards Kazan, knowing well the boy would tell the chief who was responsible. "Let me explain," he offered Kazan, and the boy took a step back as he took a step forwards, body tensing. "I'm going to tell everyone. You'll see what it's been like to be an outcast." Kazan spit, his demeanor changing aggressive. "I won't let my secret get out." The man muttered, grasping one of the hand-made, rock knifes that he kept in his belt. Kazan didn't flinch though, and welcomed the challenge.
Needless to say, the two fought.
The tribe gathered to watch as they tumbled about the village, slashing here, punching there. For the most part it was an even fight, aside for the spit second where Kazan lost his focus, which resulted in the long, jagged scar running down the length of his back. He cried out in pain, but quickly recovered, sending a deafening blow to the man's head. He was knocked off of his feet and Kazan kneeled down over him, taking his own weapon and pressing it to his throat.
He could end all of his problems, right here.
The man's eyes flickered up towards the crowd, none of them bothering to stop him. They knew who he was now; know what he'd done. Kazan paused, eyes flitting towards the man's son, the boy who'd made fun of him all of these years. For a split second, his guilt almost got the better of him. He almost let go of the knife and stepped back, and sighing.
In reality, the man pressed down the blade into the man's throat, and didn't stop until death claimed him.
Kazan sat beside the boy and glanced towards the sky, as the tribe members began looking after the mess, not a person speaking. That was for his mother. She deserved justice
That was two years ago, and by now, Kazan has become a very experienced, respected hunter and guard within the tribe. He's heard rumors of castaways entering the island, though that's as far as his knowledge reaches.
Family?:
Mother [deceased], real father [deceased], step-father [deceased], half-brother [doesn't care]
THE ROLEPLAYER,
Name: GREY
Age: 4372473284238.82 or something?
RP Experience: TUNA. :]
Other Characters: Justin, Noah
How You Found Us: The Monkey Gods told me, bro
Sample:
Age: 4372473284238.82 or something?
RP Experience: TUNA. :]
Other Characters: Justin, Noah
How You Found Us: The Monkey Gods told me, bro
Sample:
*COUGH*no*COUGH*
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