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Geez, how many people have guns now? Ther're loads!
Kaleb Brody







Kaleb raised a curious eyebrow, having never heard the saying before, though he suspected that might be because it was a reference and not a saying. He was a bit disconcerted the gun-totting girl had focused on him, but he let it go, deciding to just go with it. "I dunno if I-" He paused, trailing off as he noticed the huge fog rising up and approaching them. For a moment he thought it was gas, some kind of toxic poison. He freaked out a little, taking a nervous step back and in the direction of the ship. He wasn't sure what safety that would provide, but maybe he could wait out the gas in the pod?

The gas moved strangely though, and finally thought to activate his implants. He blue eyes were suddenly burning a brilliant gold and his vision zoomed into the distance, bringing the huge flock of birds into a more clear picture. Of course that didn't calm him at all, what if they were carnivorous man-eating birds? "Fucking hell," he muttered to himself, tensing as they came closer. Then the swarm engulfed them, a tide of feathers surging all around them and Kaleb quickly shielded his face with his forearms and stayed like that, half crouched and his eyes returning to a normal color.

He hesitantly stood straighter as the flock passed, relaxing marginally, though he rather violently smacked a couple feathers from his person, quick to do away with whatever bacteria or diseases might be on them. "If that's normal it's going to get old quick." He grumbled unhappily.

Luckily- or rather, unluckily - the commotion did not seem normal at all. Horrific sounds called out from the valley, something he more expected to hear on a vid than in real life. A silence he wasn't familiar with flooded the area- or more accurately the background noises ceased instead. There had always been background noise; the hum of electricity, the movement of machines in the floor, conversation in the background; even here there had been the birds, but now there was near deathly silence. It was thoroughly freaky and he took another step back, tension and adrenaline making a hasty return.

He turned at hearing the girl talk again- and then realized she was getting quite far away and was rapidly speeding up in what was probably a run for her life scenario. Her apparent fear increased his own enough to make him follow her example, it was probably smart to get away from Angor McRoar as soon as possible. There was no hesitation as he started sprinting after her, "Fucking hell!" He cursed, the words just about the only thing he'd said since gaining freedom. "Where the fuck are we suppose to go?" He called to her, starting to gain on her with his longer legs.

@NarcissisticPotato
Kaleb Brody







Blearily Kal's eyes opened, his vision landing on a girl opposite him looking confusedly around herself. Waking up in an unfamiliar place was worrying, and surprising considering he'd been staring at the same four walls for nearly a year. His more recent memories quickly came to him though, and he remembered his escape and the subsequent blankness that followed boarding the rescue ship. He followed the girl's example and took stock of his surroundings, placing his hands on the glass pod and testing if it would open. In short, no. Even a quick search for a handle or switch turned up nothing that would help him. He resolved to simply listen and decide what to do then.

It didn't seem like they were prisoners again, but the glass cage wasn't a promising start. He thought it was rather clever, promising freedom and nipping resistance in the bud with false promises. Then again, it might still be true, so he didn't get angry, suspicious yes, but not angry. Then his calm self control was lost in the chaos of the imminent crash into a planet. Of all the outcomes crashing planetside was not something he expected. Fear sent his heart racing, his mind conjuring up scenarios resulting in a horrifically painful death.

The ship could rip open and he could be sucked out into the sky, with all related outcomes ending in his death; his neck could break from the force, he could splatter on the ground like an egg, or he could even be burnt up in the ship's re-entry trail. Maybe that wouldn't happen, maybe he'd survive the crash only to be trapped under debris and starve to death, or impaled by loose metal or cut by shattered glass and he would bleed to death, or devoured by whatever native scavengers lived on the planet- maybe the planet wasn't habitable! what if suffocated in a toxic atmosphere?! What if-?!

His spiraling thoughts, serving only to heighten his panic, were abruptly cut short by a jarring force and the sound of tearing metal when the ship met the ground. He was thrown forward sharply, his face bouncing off the glass as everything faded to black.






Kal didn't even notice he had been unconscious, his eyes opened slowly, and he felt as if he'd just blinked, closed his eyes for a second, but clearly that wasn't the case. The pod was open, the others were gone, and he had a new point of view, one much closer to the floor. He was slumped against the back, but he rose quickly, the motion forcing him to take note of a major headache. He clutched his forehead and winced, drawing his left hand away to look at it when it felt something sticky and painful. It came away bloody, sticky red contrasting against his fingers. He peered into the glass to see his reflection, taking in the trail of blood running from his forehead down the side of his face to his cheekbone. He cursed, "Fucking fantastic." He muttered to himself sarcastically, lamenting that he didn't have anything to wipe the blood off with. He didn't even think to use his sleeve, and if he had he likely still wouldn't have done it just to keep his clothes clean.

He glanced around outside of his pod, dismissing the thoughts of having been left for dead when he saw people milling about in the green room just beyond this one. A few were poking into the pods and retrieving small packages, following their example he searched his own and recovered a cache of supplies- a useless book, paste-food, and some kind of... tool? He hadn't the slightest idea what it was for, but he would keep it at least. He tore out a nearly blank page and used it to wipe the blood from his forehead the best he could, then shoved the bloody paper into the space he found the package. Out of sight out of mind. He still head a bit of a gash, it was still bleeding a bit, but not enough that he worried.

Pack in hand, Kal approached the large group of people in the green room, a slight smile growing on his face. People! He had missed people, just talking to someone, anyone, would be great. Until he stepped into the doorway and the great big fucking hole in the ceiling sent him reeling. He stared up at it, mouth slightly open. Then he was quickly backpedaling- right. Planet. Sky. "Fucking hell," he muttered, he had no idea the sky was so scary! He glanced back out at is, a sinking feeling in his chest. Logically he knew it was impossible, but he had the most nonsensical worry that he would fall up into space if he stood out there.

The absurdity of the thought broke the seriousness of it however, and with a half-aborted laugh at himself he stepped fully onto the green grass. He was saw taken by the appearance of the planet he forgot how excited he was to see people again. It was just so new, so green, so... alien. It was beautiful, but so different. The air seemed thicker, cooler, the light was warm and bright, and the grass was... it felt a bit like plastic, but it ticked and felt slightly wet.

He'd wandered a bit away from the others, staring at the burnt and disturbed gash that tore through the green where the ship had crashed. He was a dismayed they had ruined the greenery, but he was thankful he was alive to feel that way. Near the ship were shards, shrapnel and torn debris from the ship. He discovered a large piece of metal that was sharp on oneside by accidentally stepping on it. He thought it looked a lot like an axe-head, so he stashed it in his supply pack with the plan to make an axe with it if it came to that. He searched for another piece he reckoned looked like a knife and pocketed it, later he would think of using it as a spear head, but for now he thought a knife was a useful tool.

Tension was growing among the group, he could hear it in the voices that he could hear and the way they held themselves, eyes darting nervously and shifting from foot to foot as if getting ready to move if needed. He approached just as nervously, but hid it behind a half amused half concerned sort of grin. He seemed to have just missed a verbal throw down in a play for power by... someone, he wasn't sure who the players were or their role in it- except the girl with the guns, she was clearly an aggressor with designs on running things.

He didn't catch all of the conversation, but what he did see were accusations and a clear lack of anything helpful. Then again, he didn't no how to be helpful either, so kept his mouth shut. He looked around for someone by themselves, needing someone to just talk to, both to get another perspective and to just hear another's voice.
So, I'm a bit confused. Athena has two guns, and she dropped one with an invitation for someone to take it? Then no one took it?





Kaleb "Kal" Brody


“I am the only fire that can live in the rain.”

– L i l W a y n e

Kaleb is a contemplative person, and it shows when he is left to himself in the way that he looks as if his head is in the clouds. Despite his tendency to zone out he has good balance and rarely stumbles or trips, walking with what could be described as agility. His skin is pale from living in the depths of the station, far from natural light, broken only by the dark coloring that is the dark tattoo of the symbol for Mercury on the back of his neck, and his hair is dark enough to appear black, but upon closer inspection is actually a dark brown. His eyes are blue and observant, when he bothers to pay attention that is. He has a mischievous smile that sets a playful light over his face and he is good at hiding his troubles behind quick grins and small laughs, but the truth can always be found in his expressive eyes.













Basic Information

N A M E
Kaleb Angelov Brody

N I C K N A M E
Most would call him Kal, with a teasing Kali thrown in when he gets moody. Some would call him Colors, knowing him to be responsible for many works of graffiti scrawled across the station.

B I R T H D A T E
8th of February

G E N D E R
Male

A G E
16

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual














Imprisonment

C R I M E
Theft, Defamation, Systems Tampering, Use of Narcotics, Illegal Biotech Upgrades

Y E A R S S P E N T
One year imprisoned.

P R I S O N E L E C T I V E
N/A

C E L L M A T E
Solitary














Education & Skills

O C C U P A T I O N
Station Technician, overseeing the machines' functions, replacements, repairs, and other mechanical related duties.

C L A S S E S
  • Physics
  • Art
  • Music
  • English
  • Anthropology
  • Linguistics
  • Earth Skills

S K I L L S
  • Languages
  • Details
  • Intuition
  • Negotiation














Mannerisms

L I K E S
  • People
  • Painting, Drawing
  • Playing Guitar, Singing
  • Fire
  • Parties
  • Cleanliness
  • Technology

D I S L I K E S
  • Discrimination
  • Injustice
  • Dirt
  • Sickness
  • Idiocy
  • Fighting
  • Humiliation

H A B I T S
  • Talks to himself
  • Touching his hair
  • Biting his lip

H O B B I E S
  • Painting/Drawing
  • Practicing Guitar
  • Studying Languages

F E A R S
  • Humiliation
  • Death
  • Reptiles














Delving Deeper

P E R S O N A L I T Y
A happy child is a safe child. He'd heard his mom say that to his dad once, and ever since he'd been hiding behind smiles and laughter. He indulges himself, indulges others, because to be happy is to be safe, and it's not like being happy is a bad thing- in fact, it's fully worth every risk imaginable. Except for when it's not, then he runs. In the days leading up to his arrest he learned a lot about himself; he's a coward, most of the time, and he wont face true danger if running is an option; he's lonely, too selfish and flighty for anyone to seriously consider him a friend; and he's a dreamer, always imagining bigger, better, and grander things. Kaleb was too depressed by his flaws to notice his good traits; he was caring, even is he didn't show it he cared about everything and everyone, friends, strangers, enemies, plants, pets, worlds he would never see; he was dependable, doing whatever needed to be done, carrying more than his fair share on his shoulders without a thought; and he was intelligent, learning more, seeing more, and thinking more than his peers. It was the not being able to see the good in himself, seeing only what he thought was the bad, that gave him the courage to fight back, ultimately leading to his arrest.

H I S T O R Y
Kaleb's parents worked as Station Technicians; his mother worked as a repair agent, and his father was a systems planner. They had two children together, Kaleb (16) and Maisie (7). When his father came under scrutiny by the higher ups for suspected sabotage of the systems around an Inquistor's quarters that led to their death, his mother admitted to the crime to save him. They were unable to do anything to save her then and never learned if it was true or not. After that his home life became more despairing and he spent more and more time away, eventually moving out altogether. He lived with a group of guys who called themselves the Expressionists, a small group of nobodies with nothing going for them except their talents. With their influence Kal committed a number of crimes; he took to graffiti, painting the walls of public areas with witty strikes against the Inquisitors and other oppressive, corrupt, or hated persons; Kal explored his sexuality, finding himself to have an illegal taste in the same sex; he stole money, equipment, papers, anything valuable or useful; he took to doing drugs, many of which were addictive; he learned to sabotage machines, things as simple as doors or as complex as cameras; and he stole and implemented biotech upgrades called 'telemicroscopic implants' which allowed him enhanced eyesight so that he could see in greater detail at farther range.

In the weeks leading up to his arrest his life was turned inside out and ripped to pieces. The Expressionists had achieved some minimal fame by shutting down a whole section of the station with false alarms and using the empty space to break into an Inquisitor's room, steal from them, and leave a huge graffiti mosaic on the walls depicting a scaled pig with hundreds of teeth being stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake. The fame they gathered led to their undoing, the place they used as a hideout and home was discovered and a number of their members were arrested and executed. Kal escaped, but he was unable to contact with any other escapees. With no place to go he went home, to his family, only to discover they were gone and didn't live there anymore. Some digging revealed his father was dead for unknown reasons and his sister was adopted by an upperclass woman on the other side of the station. With nowhere to run and his emotions drowning him, Kaleb became depressed and desperate. When he found his picture, along with two other of the Expressionists, as part of a wanted poster he knew they'd been betrayed from the inside, which only furthered his turmoil. Soon after he broke into a restricted area of the ship that belonged to the Inquisitors and attempted to raid the place. He stole papers with sensitive information he intended to sell, he sabotaged and wiped important looking computers, and then started on the same mosaic as before. It was a mission of self-destruction, he knew he'd be caught, but he also knew he had to get revenge anyway, that he had to do something and face his fears. Needless to say he was caught and arrested, they charged him for stealing their datapads and papers, destroying and scanning their computers, his hostile and insulting graffiti, the drugs they found in his system, and the biotech discovered in his eyes.

With a number of enemies in high places, Kaleb found himself sentenced to solitary confinement. He hated it, preferring the company of people and the ability to work to doing nothing and talking to no one. He began talking to himself to break the silence, and for a while he wondered if he was going mad, but eventually stopped worrying. He knew he was going to die, but at least he was clean and had a steady supply of food and water in prison, it was better than starving to death in some dark dirty corner of the station.

T H E M E S O N G
Hold Me Down – Halsey
"My demons are begging me to open up my mouth
I need them mechanically make the words come out
They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce
Ignite me, licking at the flames they bring about"














E X T R A I N F O
  • The wide open sky makes him uncomfortable if he thinks about it too long.
  • The biotech upgrades in his eyes make them reflective to light, not unlike most nocturnal creatures, and they light up a golden color when used, making it unlikely he could use the tech discretely.
@NarcissisticPotato

Thanks! I was going for an artsy diplomat. Ish.

I don't think I quite captured his full personality though. He's a teenager with a few issues to work out, and he lacks motivation or purpose, but I couldn't really think of a way to say that. :/ The theme song I chose picks that out a bit better, he's coming from a criminal background steeped in self-indulgence, being imprisoned in solitary with nothing but his own thoughts is already setting him up to improve, but for the most part he'll be resisting impulses and attempting to think things through.

He's going to be fun, for me at least. :D His reactions to being on the ground are going to be unique as far as I can tell, and amusing in a way, if not a little depressing.

I'm excited though! I've read all the posts so far, but is there anything I should be aware of? I tend to get a bit imaginative and accidentally make wrong assumptions. I'll be around Chatzy later, before my first post, so I guess I can just ask for clarifications if you're there then.
Welcome to the Guild! Can I ask what kind of RPs you like?


I like when things explode dramatically and end in tears. :D Dinosaurs, zombies, robots, cavemen, all the adventure is for me now, kay?
Yas, I have rolled all the plays from forum to forum and at last I have come here; to the forum specifically for rolling the plays. Many thanks frond.
Starting a coca cola collection. It'll be fun. And unhealthy. ;P
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