Still got same stuff to add like artifacts and a few more details, but I thought I'd stake my idea here ^^ Plus some others might wants to see what peeps are cooking up atm [hider=Kittyan Kelly] [center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjcyLmY3ZDVhNS5TMmwwZEhsaGJpQkxaV3hzZVEuMA/fredericka-the-great.regular.webp[/img] [color=f7d5a5]_____________________________________________________[/color] [color=f7d5a5]________________________________________________[/color] [img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6c2d802d-9e27-4ffd-90a1-3c685135db9e.png[/img] [color=f7d5a5]________________________________________________[/color] [color=f7d5a5]_____________________________________________________[/color][/center] [indent][color=f7d5a5][b]Name/Monikers:[/b][/color] [indent][s]Kittyan[/s] "Blackhand" Kelly, Troublemaker, Mutt[/indent] [color=f7d5a5][b]Age:[/b][/color] [indent]25[/indent] [color=f7d5a5][b]Gender:[/b][/color] [indent]Male[/indent] [color=f7d5a5][b]Description:[/b][/color] [indent]In anywhere but New Helle, Kittyan would stick out like a car crash - but fortunately for him, an aberrant appearance and rowdy personality fit right in, in most places. Kittyan stands at an admittedly short 5'7" with a lean, athletic physique. He possesses a thick, cream-blonde mane of hair which loosely frames his fair-skinned face, and drapes over the eyepatch that covers his left eye. His one visible eye is a honey-hazel color and is, more often than not, contrasted by a black mascara. His features are soft yet angular, and make him a rather expressive individual. Aside from his more normal features, Kittyan also possesses a pair of canid ears that sit atop his head, matching his hair in tone, and his facial features in expressivity. His odd biology doesn't end there, though. Aside from the large, wolf-like, cream-colored tail that sticks out behind him, there is one particular aspect of him that draws more attention than anything else. His entire left arm, as opposed to a normal human appendage, is instead replaced by an odd, bony limb. In truth, it isn't bone, but is an extremely durable, muscular black flesh with bone-like claws - the source of his moniker "Blackhand". Apart from his physicality, Kittyan seems to possess a vast array of wardrobes for any day of the week in which he isn't working. One day he might wear a dark ensemble of all blacks and greys with a leather jacket and boots, and the next he might pop up in cargo shorts and a flowery t-shirt with some slides - one can never really tell. When he's working though, it's all about functionality - most usually he'll be equipped with some kind of dress-shirt and dark pants, usually cargo pants. One thing is true about every outfight though - the most distinct piece is almost always the katana he wears at his left hip. When it comes to describing Kittyan behaviorally, it's pretty easy - chaotic. He's rowdy, not too self-aware, and takes things a little less seriously than he perhaps should. It would be an easy ask to discard him as an airheaded madcap of an individual - but that would be a mistake. While it is true that Kittyan leaps at the more exciting tasks and takes a proverbial snooze when it comes to the less stimulating ones, there is an underlying wit to him. While he's quite loud as a person and rather headstrong, his time spent in the criminal underworld has bestowed upon him a knack for leveraging his advantages, be they socially, intellectually, or otherwise, in ways to undermine others' expectations. [/indent] [color=f7d5a5][b]Background:[/b][/color] [indent][hider=Backstory] Like most stories that arise from New Helle, Kittyan's is one with its fair share of twists and turns. The events leading to Kittyan's life, as he knows it to this day, all start with his father, Abraham Kelly. Without delving [i]too[/i] far into the details, Abraham took his intrepid entry into New Helle in his mid-twenties, a decision aided by his nose for opportunity. Abraham, back on the mundane side of the water, was a rather successful.. well - career criminal, to put it bluntly. The way he saw it, a place like New Helle could offer rewards a lot less [i]mundane[/i] than those on the mainland - and he never had an aversion to making deals with the devil. In that expectation, New Helle did not disappoint. It was pretty swiftly that Abraham cemented himself as a useful figure in the world of New Helle's underground, particularly to a powerful demon named Jhaka the Pursuer - the lord of a rather successful, and often ethically questionable, mercenary/bounty-hunter company of sorts. His involvement with this company was one that rendered his life, year after year, largely unpredictable - but that was just how he liked it. But he'd never expected it to take some of the turns that it did. One such turn was when he found love midst the chaos and shadiness that was working as a merc. It was risky business to have people that you cared about in his line of work, but he was never one known for his impulse control. For a few years, his carelessness was left unpunished - he would enjoy a [i]very[/i] well-paying job, and come home to a woman he loved. He was happy in life, even moreso than he was before coming to New Helle. And eventually, they even had a child. Suddenly, Abraham's life was starting to seem more like a normal person's than a career criminal's. But it was as soon as it started that a semblance of mundane life was ripped from him. It truly was a risky business, his. Eventually Abraham found himself on the wrong side of a grudge, and an attack on Jhaka and his lot included Abraham's wife, who was suddenly torn from him. It was in immense grief that he withdrew from Jhaka's company and sequestered himself and his young son away from the eyes of that world. He knew how to cover his tracks, and he was left to his own devices. He managed to use his wealth to make a good life for his son. And life [i]was[/i] pretty good for Kittyan, growing up. While he lost his mother in his earliest years, his father was loving and doting enough for the both of them. Kittyan was raised knowing his father as a good man - one who held a respectable job as a Section 2 worker for the BPS. His father wanted nothing more than to spoil Kittyan and make a good example for him - things that led the young lad to emulate his father. Growing up it was his dream to be like his father, and when he became old enough, he did just that. He entered into Section 2 with his father's assistance, and they even managed to work together a few times in the year following. But after that year is where the normality of Kittyan's life came to a halt. On one life-changing call, he arrived on the scene of a fire at which a further collapse had trapped several emergency responders - but they weren't fast enough to save Abraham. After that, Kittyan left the BPS. Little did he know, his life was about to start mirroring his father's, but in reverse. In the six or so months that Kittyan took to grieve for his father, he became exposed to the man's former associates. They'd tracked news of Abraham's death to his only known remaining relative, and took it upon themselves to.. console him. The distant sense of familiarity that started to grow within him for these strangers that knew his father eventually led into him seeing them as his, really, only friends. Over a few years, they pulled him into the world that his father had tried so desperately to keep in his past. And eventually Kittyan, just like his father before him, cemented himself as a useful member of Jhaka the Pursuer's illicit mercenary company - the apple not falling very far from the tree. Turns out, being an excellent criminal ran in the family. More recently, however, Kittyan has discovered that his ability to keep his head down never quite reached the level that his father held. The BPS had managed to track his illegal activities right to him. He was very fortunate though - for the BPS deemed Kittyan's skillset, and his previous association with the BPS, grounds enough to give him an ultimatum: put his skills to use within Section 7 of the BPS, or face the full might of the law. His choice was obvious.. To the current day, Kittyan has been part of Section 7 for around six months - he's had a few brushes with authority, sure, but his skills are so useful that they've [i]mostly[/i] let his.. [i]rambunctiousness[/i] slide. So far. [/hider][/indent] [color=f7d5a5][b]Capabilities:[/b][/color] [indent]When it comes to skills, Kittyan is a bit of a hybrid between criminal and cop. Having spent [i]years[/i] involved in the criminal underworld of New Helle, he knows the organizations, notable individuals, customs, gear, and anything else you'd find on the streets like the back of his hand. He also carries a reputation in most territories as a very efficient mercenary with a penchant for rooting people out of places they don't wanna come out of - something that has garnered him many friends and enemies alike. Fortunately, working as a merc makes most people malleable to changing their mind about you - it was all just for money anyways, nothing personal. While he doesn't have a [i]ton[/i] of experience being a cop, he does well in [i]some[/i] areas. On the good side, he's very tactically intelligent, quick-witted, and very familiar with how cops operate - he's been dodging them for years. In the majority of BPS paper-tests, he scores quite well. However, he's not a great team-player - the whole point of being a cop. Nor does he like to hold his tongue. [i]And[/i] he might like getting into fights a little [i]too[/i] much. [i][b]And[/b][/i] and, he basically completely disregards "minor" laws like breaking-and-entering, excessive-force laws, use of unauthorized equipment-- you get the gist.. Aside from his more natural inclinations, Kittyan has a few supernatural blessings as well. Due to a previously-unlicensed contract with a Demon he calls "Pooch", Kittyan has a few abilities which greatly aid him in his duties as a detective. Aside from his [i]obvious[/i] physical alterations, Kittyan possesses greatly enhanced senses. His eyesight and reaction speed are both consummately impressive, and his senses of smell and hearing are both, sometimes unfortunately, incredibly sharp. His sense of smell is, furthermore, even capable of sniffing out things one normally wouldn't be able to otherwise detect - such as traces of magic or the supernatural. The most conspicuous boon granted to him by his contract though is his left arm. An appendage which has, over the years, come to be somewhat of a nametag to those in the know - a nametag that reads "Blackhand Kelly". Said appendage is roughly the same dimensions as a normal arm, except that it's comprised of a tremendously durable, dark flesh that in-part emulates the appearance of bone. In truth, this arm is built incredibly powerfully, despite fitting a petite frame like Kittyan's. Over the years it has stopped all manner of things, be they knives, claws, picks, or even bullets. Furthermore, this arm is incredibly strong, even being able to allow Kittyan to throw men twice his size. On top of all the training and experiences involved with his previous professions, Kittyan has trained himself in a good number of different kinds of combat, some of them more conventional than others. Due to the inheritance of many, [i]many[/i] artifacts and trinkets from his father, alongside all the stuff he has collected in his own career, he has come across a good range of artifacts and equipment of all different sizes and types, whether they be stolen, awarded to him, or otherwise obtained. He knows a few different martial arts, and is particularly well-versed with katanas and firearms.[/indent] [color=f7d5a5][b]Connections:[/b][/color] [indent]• [u]Jhaka, the Pursuer[/u] - Kittyan has worked for Jhaka and his mercenary company for years, and still [i]technically[/i] does. They have never met in person, as Jhaka does not venture outside of Olde Hell, but they have corresponded through letters and landline. With Kittyan's more recent seizure by the BPS, Jhaka has halted all direct communication with him, but has sent a couple jobs his way on occasion. They are on very good terms. • [u]Pooch[/u] - Pooch is effectively Kittyan's direct counterpart on the other side of Hell's gates. His name isn't actually Pooch, but the real one is unintelligible to Kittyan - and so he gave him a nickname. Pooch is essentially a handler for Kittyan, levying him into jobs at either his or Jhaka's request. Pooch is the Demon with which Kittyan holds a contract for his supernatural abilities, and these abilities take direct influence from Pooch's own physicality. They are on incredibly good terms, and communicate often through landline. [/indent] [color=f7d5a5][b]Artifacts:[/b][/color] [indent]While Kittyan has access to many artifacts, there are only a couple that he keeps on his person regularly. [hider=Manjushage]Manjushage is a Wakizashi with a long, storied past. Originally forged during the late Feudal period of Japan's history, the blade is one which has seen much reverence over its life span. It was once worn in battle by a member of a now long-scattered family by the name of Sakanoue. Passed down generation after generation, the blade eventually managed to retire in the late Edo period, having tasted its fair share of blood before finally being lain down to rest. And rest it has, eventually being passed down to a modern branch of the Sakanoue family the name of which is lost to obscurity. In the most recent 60 years, the opening of the gates of hell has disturbed much of what was once mundane - Manjushage included. With the coming of hell to earth, the blade seemed to take on a new life, shedding the wear of its age, much to the shock, and perhaps terror, of the family that once admired it afar from its perch on a shelf. One member of the family took it upon themself to take the seemingly renewed blade and carry it to the only place they thought to - New Helle, the place that was almost certainly most-closely tied to its new status as an artifact. It was there that the blade was unceremoniously ripped from their hands by one ne'er-do-well or another. Eventually, it came to land in the grasp of Abraham Kelly - and eventually, his son as well. Fortunately for the blade, it probably couldn't have landed in better hands than Kittyan's. With his literal nose for magic, the blade is not denied its new purpose - devouring the supernatural. The Wakizashi, in its nature as an artifact, has gained the ability to cut through and consume magics and supernatural phenomenon that it comes into contact with, and further protect its wielder from hostile magical influences. [/hider] [/indent] [color=f7d5a5][b]Additional Details:[/b][/color] [indent]TBD[/indent] [/indent][/hider]