Name:
Lyfe Knight
Age:
19
Sex:
Male
Appearance:

Stands 6 foot waying 62 kg.
Personality:
Lyfe Knight is quite easy going and friendly, he is also said to be amusing. People have called him generous and caring and positive and polite. However deep down under all the fluff there is a big giant monster with fangs and fur. Lyfe when in his is own company is serious, the way he see's it is that time ticks and every minute the deeper foot is to the grave, this is also a reason why he is impatient. He is smart in his own way, academly he isn't confidence however on certain subjects he takes interest in he seems to know a bit more.
He tries to neutral and emotionally tough though not everybody can do this and yes they eventually break down but Lyfe tries to keep going. Though he is slow to most things especially the small ones mainly because his mind is always occupied, this is because he never relaxes he believes he doesnt know how to. The young man has long fuse but an explosive temper

Background
Before he entered Kite Lyfe Knight was known by another name, however when entering he decided that it was best he make a fresh start trying to forget the things in his old life. The name Lyfe came from a girl he knew, she gave it him because she thought he was wise, he used the last name Knight because night time his favourite hour, and he believes his duty is to defend the people cares for. He has always felt that he is the underdog, being verbally abused and laughed at for many easy things he lets slip past his eye, and not being the average person in academics. He did slightly make it though, he managed to obtain a job in his old Lyfe, and apprentice in the construction trade, even though he was not good at it, and hated it he carried on with it, he felt he couldnt get another job and he felt all those years wasted on studying and college just to not achieve anything, he didnt want to feel that time was wasted. He was trying to save up and start travelling as he believed he had to find himself, to find himself and then love himself and find out what love is. Even though Kite has happened, he wont give up.

Powers:
When he comes into contact with something he can release explosive impacts.(Right now he can only do little ones and cannot really control the size of the impact.)

Personal Motive: Well his personal motive, to sleep around and rule a domain, thats what he says, but his true motive is find what love is, to find himself and be happy with somebody, and rule a domain with them, to be actually wanted. First he must explore Kite.

Memento]
A black bracelet his sister gave him.

Name: Edwin Gordon
Age: 23
Sex: Male

Appearance: Standing at 165 cm and 59 kg Edwin is lean with the build of someone who has done long distance running most of their life. Platinum blond hair cut in a Pompadour style with streaks of cobalt blue dye spiraling throughout perfectly matching his striking eyes. Wearing a slightly paint stained white dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows and navy blue jeans Edwin isn't exactly the cleanest figure, but he looks comfortable and content. Edwin's hands, while not thick and strong, are heavily scarred and calloused. Wood splinters, soldering iron burns, chisel cuts, Edwin's hands have seen all sorts of injury.

Personality: Edwin is an artist. He loves art and sculpting in particular. He has seen some success in making a profit, but is personally never satisfied with his own work, thinking that he could have done it better. On a bad day this can make him surly, but he usually calms down by about midday.

Background: There really isn't much to say about Edwin. There is no deep dark secret or reason that he does what he does. He is his mother's son, an artist to the core. The main difference is that while his mother painted Edwin sculpted. His mother while not world renowned had carved out her own little place in the art world and in recent years has only painted on commission. Edwin still bright-eyed tries to break into the sculpting scene with his menagerie of mythical creatures made from clay, stone, wood, paper and metal. His father is where Edwin got his good looks, perfect hair, love of Elvis Presley and music in general.

Powers: Arriving in Kite made Edwins hands extremely durable and has allowed him to breathe life into his sculptures. That little wooden sculpture of a horse? He can make it into a 'living' golem. The quality of the sculpture dictates its strength (eg. the little wooden horse would be better if it was painted or if clay had been built around it for flesh. It would be more durable, able to run faster and would act more like a horse). This is also limited to what he himself makes. He couldn't walk up to an ancient statue and make it fight for him.

Personal Motive: Edwin rarely admits his own ambition, but truth be told is that more than anything he wants to make a sculpture so perfect, so lifelike, that people couldn't tell the difference.

Mementos: 1) A wad of clay, roughly fist sized, that Edwin likes to play with, occasionally making little animals with it. 2) A small sculpting scalpel for fine details in clay and wood.

Coco was born in the ghettos of Philippines, the third of five children. He lost his youngest brother to the ocean after a fishing trip when he was six, and his eldest brother was sent to live with their aunt in the city so he could go to school. Every summer the eldest visited and gave the three brothers lessons. For the most part the family made their money the same way the others in the neighborhood did, by gathering trash and trying to sell them off. Sometimes their mother would make something edible that they could sell, and if they were lucky and the food became too spoiled for sale, the brothers could split it between themselves to eat.

When Coco was nine, he met his first American. He was tall- taller than his father who he once thought to be the tallest man in the world- and had a pink head with glittering gold hair. He teased with his two brothers that the man was like a very large baby. A very large and hairy baby. Needless to say, the American piqued the interest of the neighborhood kids, they followed him around with curiosity. The man, as it turns out, was a photographer for some magazine. He took a shining to Coco's older brother and spent a lot of time with him- and despite Coco's expressed interest in learning photography as well, he was never included in their time together.

And perhaps he didn't want to know. When he was eleven and the man came once more for his yearly visit, Coco saw something strange and foreign from the window of the man's run down apartment. He wasn't sure if his older brother had been doing this every time or it was just that one time and he'd just happen to see it, but Coco was sure that it was disgusting. Shooed away by the landlord, the young boy scampered off.

A year later he confronted the man. He spoke softly. His voice was deep and convinced Coco he made a mistake, he wasn't a bad guy. But when the man tried to urge him into his room to have a talk, something rattled in Coco's bones. It didn't feel right. He was still small then- smaller than he is now- but he was energetic. In his tugging and pulling an fighting and wailing, Coco was in an adrenaline rush. He didn't even realize he blacked out till he woke up in his bedroom with searing pain in his right eye. Apparently in the struggle he'd gotten hit with a bottle, shards cutting into his eye.

His mother thought he lashed out and often apologized to the man when he came by. She was happy that he was still willing to give Coco's older brother lessons despite Coco's "outburst", and expressed it by sharing with him food that they barely had. Coco became more reliant with his younger brother, who helped rehabilitate his new half sight and played games with him. They often went around trying to sell rubbish in the city, spending whatever meager coins they earned on hot foods that they split between themselves.

When the eldest came home that summer, he noticed the divide- Coco and his younger brother always together, the older of the two seen more with other kids their age. He tried to make peace between them, befriending Coco and his older brother. This happened over a span of a few years, and when it seemed as though Coco's reliance shifted towards the eldest, the younger brother started to worry. See, in the family, there was a line of command- naturally from mother to father down to the brothers. Because of Coco's situation however, rather than oldest to youngest, the commands went from eldest, second eldest, younger brother, then Coco. Not usually having been this way, the younger brother obviously enjoyed being able to push on his chores to someone else for a change. So when Coco started being reliant on the eldest, the younger brother became intimidated. He caused a situation where he reminded Coco that he was the one Coco needed. That the eldest was weak and unreliable.

Despite his efforts, Coco was taken away at the age of eighteen by a man from the city. At this point, it was evident that Coco had long stopped growing and had started forming his way of life- rely and cheat. The city man found his childish appearance and all-knowing eye to be mysterious, paying off his parents in exchange for Coco. He never heard from his family again, much less saw them spare in the crowds of the city where the faces melted into familiar ones.

It was his first time in the city, and it was no different from the ghettos spare the tall buildings and the many automobiles. There was still trash everywhere and peddlers everywhere and children as small and hungry as he was. Coco lived his life in the city as the city man's money maker- he was dressed in fancy clothes and thick paint and made to dance or sing (though he only knew the small rhyming songs for street games so that act was cut). Foreigners visited and though Coco had long been disillusioned by blonde hair and pink skin, it would've been a lie to say he didn't enjoy being petted and called lovely. It was here that the chopped up English he had learned was smoothed out and cleaned. He learned bits and pieces of other languages too (he likes to say danke, though he doesn't know what languages it is), but his English really smoothed out. He even faked accents now and again, though they were bad and his Filipino ring still came through. Somehow the whole thing was called off after two years into it, and Coco found himself wrapped up in a blanket and being carried away by the city man. Apparently the money that'd been put in was supposed to be for his eye surgery which even he didn't know about, and someone had reported him for child trafficking (which was strange to Coco who didn't know what the word meant and also didn't know there were other children involved).

The two found themselves in the streets and quickly lost the money they'd earned with the city man's panicked spending and though Coco danced, the people simple walked by- there was nothing interesting to watch there. Just another hungry child desperately making money. Coco pushed the city man to rob several convenience stores and even suggested to do it himself, but the strong money maker of a man had fallen into paranoia. He couldn't decide between "Yes rob them, give me their money" or "No, we'll get caught don't do it." So Coco got angry and broke the man's legs with a pipe in his sleep before running off on his own.

It became a sort of back and forth of him being handed from one tricky mind to another, Coco learning the way they spoke or thought so that he could become a fitting right hand. Any time they showed a bit of hesitation or weakness- be it in physicality or mentality- Coco would leave.

Once, he found himself alone without him meaning to- a robbery had gone botched and the police saved him, the "hostage", from his source. Coco cried and followed after the police officer who tried to lead him to his parents, and managed to escape. He was twenty four and lost, not having planned this escape. An array of bad luck hit him like a storm. His natural mysterious charm failed to attract any one willing to take him in- a child began to be seen as a burden and no one dared think Coco was anything more. He made his living by picking the pockets of dead people in the gutters, selling rubbish for a coin. It seemed he hit the jackpot, however, when he found a body with a box of unopened cigarettes and a lighter. Each cig was a coin more than usual, and to celebrate, he kept the lighter with him. It seemed to bring him luck, as immediately after he sold his last cigarette, a woman offered him half her sandwich. She then took him under his wing and Coco's familiar rotation started up once more.