Post by qayin geitz on Feb 24, 2010 0:25:26 GMT -5
getting lost in a momentary dream,
THE SECOND TIME IS A HELLISH DARKNESS!
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[/justify]NAME,qayin liebert geitz.
AGE,eighteen and three-quarters.
GENDER,female.
SEXUALITY,pansexual.
GANG,ANTi-HOLiCs.
REASON WHY,she's a bit of a wonder, this one. her case is not extreme enough to be known as a schizophrenic psychopath, but Qayin can be a very difficult soul to tame when anger takes over. from a certain murder arose a bubbling desire for more, adrenaline pumping, she enjoys the thrill of danger and risk. the murder was not justified, and it never will be. and she doesn't care either way. legend speaks of those who fear nothing but death themselves, caring not for the coursing moon, nor the strength of the fire. in lesser terms, this means she has no excuse except for her base needs, including that of her loyalty - and that is, to kill without thought or notion.
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[/justify]POSITIVE TRAITS,
- independent.
- optimistic/positive.
- faithful.
- perceptive.
- imaginative.
- creative.
- charismatic.
- determined.
- mischievous.
- friendly.
- playful.
- motivated.
- endearing.
- extroverted.
- carefree.
- witty.
STRENGTHS,
- hand-to-hand combat.
- 'helping' others.
- giving advice.
- cooking.
- flexible.
- faking accents.
- getting what she wants.
- finding things out.
NEGATIVE TRAITS,
- prideful.
- stubborn.
- aggressive.
- temperamental.
- changeable.
- sneaky.
- sly.
- argumentative.
- opinionated.
- illogical.
- indecisive.
- risky.
- compulsive.
- naive.
- paranoid.
- gullible.
WEAKNESSES,
- being sentimental.
- dressing up.
- paying attention.
- fixing things.
- working technology.
- using guns.
- fails at making moral decisions.
- thinking logically.
ADORE,
- fighting.
- intelligence.
- music.
- rainfall.
- knuckle-dusters.
- pockets.
- fire.
- silverware.
- passionfruit.
- blood.
- running.
- sweets.
- clouds.
CONDEMN,
- wet clothes.
- the HOLiC's.
- guns.
- stupidity.
- poor hygiene.
- ketchup.
- chains.
- dogs.
- coldness.
- smoke.
- vulgarity.
- make-up.
- flowers.
FEARS,
- heaven.
- hell.
- limbo.
- sanity.
- suffocation.
- tight spaces.
DREAMS & GOALS,
- proving ANTi-HOLiC's > HOLiC's.
- erasing the past mistakes by succeeding in every fight.
- to refuse salvation through redemption.
- mastering Tae Kwon Do, Wing Chun and Taiji. along with any other martial arts she can learn.
HOBBIES,
- playing pranks.
- wandering/roaming the complex.
- whistling.
- training/fighting.
- talking in different voices/accents.
- stone collecting.
- baking (somewhat).
HABITS,
- brushing her teeth at any chance she can get.
- drawing on her hand when she's bored.
- twitches at every subtle noise.
- fiddles with her clothes.
- sometimes scratches her neck when thinking.
- daydreams at the most inopportune times.
PERSONAL ITEMS,
- the orange, personalized glasses which is mostly on her person when she isn't involved in a fight. unfortunately, that would be the minority of the time. it doesn't hold much significant value, but it's one of the few things she can really call hers by fairness.
- with the personalized sunglasses, comes the personalized headphones. there's no music playing through it, but she likes it as an accessory. either on her ears, or hanging around her neck. like the glasses, it's not a heirloom or anything. it's good for eavesdropping on other people - they tend to talk more when they believe others aren't listening.
- the cellphone she has is simply to save reminders to herself, or maybe to look up a contact number. she doesn't use it for much else.
- the pair of brass knuckle dusters are for training purposes. or maybe, if she wants to deliver some serious pain, her fists and legs wouldn't be enough. she carries them around in her pocket, or wears them to look intimidating... and will probably use it too, no doubt.
- a silver bracelet taken from the body of her brother, the night of her sin and his death. perhaps more as a trophy, rather than slicing off his head to hold. it's pretty, so she doesn't regret it.
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[/justify]NATIONALITY,british/french.
FAMILY,Kayala Geitz :: Sister - a little bit insane; status currently unknown.
Lucien Geitz :: Brother - murdered.
Alastor Geitz & Audrey Geitz :: Father & Mother, statuses unknown.
HISTORY,it wasn't as if she wanted a life of ever-changing moods. despite being female, and being told that it was completely normal, it certainly wasn't when a child of twelve squeezed the life out of living animals. she found the pulse beneath her palm entrancing, and when it beat with such fury, her own pounded in anticipation. and when it died, faded, she felt strong. Qayin was always seen as a somewhat weak girl, always being outdone by everyone else. always being compared at any given chance, and never given the opportunity to prove what she was capable of...or what she should have been.
more importantly, she was outdone by her brother. jealousy was a strange thing, and even now, she could recall the burning venom coursing through her veins whenever her brother was praised more than she. her sister, she cared nothing for, and her whole life was dedicated to surpassing her brother. Lucien was younger than her by two years, so she could not use an appropriate excuse to explain it. they had a competitive relationship, with her brother being more of a level-headed and logical boy in contrast to Qayin's changeable moods.
it was when she was fourteen, did they finally find themselves side-by-side, competing. she cannot recall it in great detail now, but the very fact remains that upon returning home as a failure, and watching Lucien gather the praise... something exploded. something inside, which had swelled into proportions she could not control, and in the dead of the night, stole to her brother's bedroom. seeing his peaceful face, the trophy next to his bedside, the rewards that were meant to be hers. it was too much.
there was a knife, that night. glinting in the pale tears of the moon as it struck upon a breathing body, rendering it breathless. there was a match lit, too. setting ablaze the evidence, and the cloth. before a bracelet was ripped from the bleeding frame before the silver melted. there was a figure, fleeing in the dead of night, eyes wild with fury and pupils dilated in terror. to run for a night, without another thought except - he's dead! - and a wonderful surge of feeling and amazement. a voice congratulated her, now there would be little that could overpower her.
yet, only to be caught and trialed for murder a day later. to be found guilty, and yet... not sent to the pits of prison, but to an asylum for the exiled and ruthless. and there the figure would stay. Qayin didn't know the consequences of such a place, and she would refuse to question. but she was taught, not how she erred in her ways, but how she was meant to strive. the tactical side was not for her, and she sought solace in the arms of ANTi-HOLiC - it was her place.
she was made for fighting. eventually rising in rank of the gang, becoming one of the better hand-to-hand combatants amongst the brawn, decidedly finding fault in the HOLiC's immediately. it was like a gang of Lucien's, that preferred logic over violence and reason over viciousness. it was a bit sickening, to be fair, and the light burns on her palm tell another story.
the rest, as they say, is history.
EXTRA INFO,'Qayin' isn't her real name, but the story of Cain and Abel always intrigued her. being disowned by her family, she had the similar option of discarding her name all together. though she decided to change only her first name to reflect her past in the form of a biblical reference. in relation to Cain, the Wanderer, having killed his brother out of jealousy for both God's affection, and claiming his brother had the 'better woman'. she in turn, killed her brother out of jealousy and drained affection. she claims to have forgotten her 'birth name'.
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[/justify]ALIAS,Qayin.
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