Post by chrono on Jan 13, 2016 10:06:20 GMT -5
Name: Kurt
O' Kean
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Status: Fine _/\_/\_/\_
Occupation:
Unemployed/Writer
Weapons:
N/A
Equipment:
N/A
Abilities:
Weaknesses: Fear of spiders/insects of any kind.
Appearance: Kurt is a Caucasian male and stands 5 feet 11 inches tall and has a average physique. His hair is cut short and clean and his facial hair is trimmed to a gentle stubble. His nose points imperfectly to the left and his eyebrows are thick and shaped with a pointy edge as it nears its end and curves back to its natural trajectory. His eyes are a dark brown and his hair black.
Personality: Kurt has always leaned toward what people would call an introvert, although he himself would disagree. His seclusion was more a result of his upbringing rather then his personality. Raised in a strict Catholic household his father was by all definitions a fanatic. Kurt spent most of childhood watching his schoolmates play out his window, and developed an interest in novels and board games which he and his sister would play frequently when their father was out of the house. Kurt is slow to anger, calm and thinks before he acts. His humor is what some may call corny but he finds the good in every situation and is a blessing to have by your side when in emotional distress.
History: Kurt was born and raised in Raccoon City to parents Martin and Caitriona O'Kean. His father is of Scottish ancestry while his mother is of Irish. Kurt was raised by his father after his mother passed away when he was 4 years of age. Martin O'Kean was a strict Catholic and raised his children "by the book". (In progress)
Introduction:
Death for what it's worth would be his final work, his masterpiece. A man about to lose everything could surely create something beautiful, something unforgettable. He stopped and gazed upon the cresent moon on the horizon, this last moment, this last breath couldn't be shared with anything more beautiful. Kurt felt for the first time a faith in God, a faith in something he has once hated and scorned which now had come back to give him hope and courage. He griped his pen tight and wrote upon the torn cardboard he had snatched as he made his way down the alley and past the once useless trash heap. "Two pieces of garbage, about to create something more then they could ever become" he thought to himself. Kurt had been so wrapped up in his self pity he had almost managed to drown out the echoing moans of the city, he had almost forgotten the nightmare-the hell he was now in. He thought about his dreams, his aspirations,his life. He knew what he always wanted the most, a family. A child of his own who he could love and care for, to protect from the cold existence he had known, to give them a life better then he could ever hope to have. He wrote.
Kurt couldn't help but be overcome by his emotions, everything in his life until now was like a passing breeze. But now the wind had stopped and he could no longer drift along, he had to confront himself and his memorys. (Rough draft)
O' Kean
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Status: Fine _/\_/\_/\_
Occupation:
Unemployed/Writer
Weapons:
N/A
Equipment:
N/A
Abilities:
Weaknesses: Fear of spiders/insects of any kind.
Appearance: Kurt is a Caucasian male and stands 5 feet 11 inches tall and has a average physique. His hair is cut short and clean and his facial hair is trimmed to a gentle stubble. His nose points imperfectly to the left and his eyebrows are thick and shaped with a pointy edge as it nears its end and curves back to its natural trajectory. His eyes are a dark brown and his hair black.
Personality: Kurt has always leaned toward what people would call an introvert, although he himself would disagree. His seclusion was more a result of his upbringing rather then his personality. Raised in a strict Catholic household his father was by all definitions a fanatic. Kurt spent most of childhood watching his schoolmates play out his window, and developed an interest in novels and board games which he and his sister would play frequently when their father was out of the house. Kurt is slow to anger, calm and thinks before he acts. His humor is what some may call corny but he finds the good in every situation and is a blessing to have by your side when in emotional distress.
History: Kurt was born and raised in Raccoon City to parents Martin and Caitriona O'Kean. His father is of Scottish ancestry while his mother is of Irish. Kurt was raised by his father after his mother passed away when he was 4 years of age. Martin O'Kean was a strict Catholic and raised his children "by the book". (In progress)
Introduction:
Death for what it's worth would be his final work, his masterpiece. A man about to lose everything could surely create something beautiful, something unforgettable. He stopped and gazed upon the cresent moon on the horizon, this last moment, this last breath couldn't be shared with anything more beautiful. Kurt felt for the first time a faith in God, a faith in something he has once hated and scorned which now had come back to give him hope and courage. He griped his pen tight and wrote upon the torn cardboard he had snatched as he made his way down the alley and past the once useless trash heap. "Two pieces of garbage, about to create something more then they could ever become" he thought to himself. Kurt had been so wrapped up in his self pity he had almost managed to drown out the echoing moans of the city, he had almost forgotten the nightmare-the hell he was now in. He thought about his dreams, his aspirations,his life. He knew what he always wanted the most, a family. A child of his own who he could love and care for, to protect from the cold existence he had known, to give them a life better then he could ever hope to have. He wrote.
Kurt couldn't help but be overcome by his emotions, everything in his life until now was like a passing breeze. But now the wind had stopped and he could no longer drift along, he had to confront himself and his memorys. (Rough draft)