Post by nina on Sept 5, 2012 13:46:40 GMT -5
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KNOX COLIN FRALEY
Knox | 23 | Heterosexual | Good/Hunter | Restaurant Worker | Drew Roy[/color][/font][/CENTER]
STRENGTHS
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o Superman aint got shit on me---”So one day it came to me that I could pretty much deflect anything that came my way. Such as a punch from a dick supplier, *smirks* which I happened to use a lot. Anyway, it’s like I can feel what someone or something is going to do before they do it, and I have my own time to react to it. Basically, I have the reflexes of Superman on steroids…though I’m not really willing to try the bullet just yet.”
o No need for medics, I got this---”Along with my enhanced reflexes came a seemingly annoying ability to heal at a fast pace. It’s hard to explain my annoyance…what irrational idiot wouldn’t want a searing wound to heal quickly, right? *shrugs* This irrational idiot. It’s like the blood moves faster during the process. You would understand if you were me.”
o Hear that? China’s calling---”Okay, so that is exaggerating a bit, but I can hear much better than I used to. All of my senses have enhanced actually. I can smell ungodly scents walking through an ally or half the buildings I enter that probably have gone unnoticed for months. I’m pretty sure, if it were possible, I have 100/100 vision, whatever the hell that means. Long story short, I’m pretty badass in the senses department.”
o I’ll scratch your back if you er…get me out of this?---”It’s definitely an understatement to say that I get myself into a lot of shit. But I’ve always had my special ways to get out of it. Whether it be completely talking my way out of it, or putting on a little charm. I mean, come on, who couldn’t love this face? *winks* I believe silver tongue could be another name for my ultimate conning ability.”
o Trusting is like placing a giant target on your back that says ‘stab here’---”Never in my life have I trusted people. I watched my dad constantly get fucked over by the people he trusted, and I told myself I wouldn’t let that happen to me. There are too many people in the world to differentiate between the ones you should give a chance, and the ones that are just going to throw it in your face, so why try? Look at me, *motions to self,* I’m doing spectacular all on my own.”
WEAKNESSES
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o I’ve been called asshole so many times, what’s one more?---”Yeah, I’m not really going to hide the fact that I am a bit of a dick, or a massive one…anyway I’ll lay it out; I really don’t give a shit about anyone but myself for reasons that I don’t feel I have to explain, I speak my mind in ways that most people don’t like, and if it comes down to the point where there are two of us in one of those Saw movie situations, you can be pretty sure that I’m not going to be the one cut into pieces.”
o There’s a line between drugs being fun, and a way of life that I crossed a long time ago---”I don’t flaunt my addiction to the world, I make sure when I shoot I do it in unnoticable places, but I do have it. I live in the shit part of the city, in a cheap ass apartment near most of the dealers though, so it’s not really hard to piece it together. *shrugs* I’m not proud of it, but I’m sure as hell not ashamed either. It’s who I am and I could care less what people think of it.”
o Is it bad that I can count my friends with a closed fist?---”I said I wasn’t big with trusting. Apparently you need that if you want friends. Who would have thunk? I heard before that there are a select few people that you have to find in your lifetime that would do anything for you, why waste my time? If there aren’t many people out there that would throw themselves under a bus for me, why should I for them?”
o Who needs commitment, let’s live in the moment---”If there is one thing I don’t have, it’s commitment. So relationships aren’t a big thing with me either. I’m more of a, ‘you can come over and we can party but you have to leave before I wake up’ person. Yet another portion of my life that I can’t commit to. One of my dad’s favorite comments I think.”
o I may be an asshole, but at least I’m not the hole ass---”I can most of the time get myself out of crap, but I definitely have a gift of getting myself into it. I am a bit of a sarcastic person, very…smart assish actually. So when a giant guy comes up to me and attempts to start something, you can be damn sure I am going to continue it. Lack of common sense could also be used as a sufficient description of, *points to self* this guy.”
LIKES
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o Why do they call it the birds and the bees?---”Not gonna’ lie, I’m probably sexes biggest fan. Not that it’s a surprise, I’m a guy right? Yeah, so if people are up for some random hay rolling, I’m in.”
o Who needs a parachute?---”I live for thrill. Life is about taking chances, which I definitely do. I guess it’s party why I stuck with the drugs. It’s a way to give your body a thrill on its own, see what it’s limits are. Living on the edge I suppose.”
o I figure as long as I’m not chillin’ in an empty cornfield I’ll be good---”I’ve always enjoyed thunderstorms. I figure I enjoy bowling, and obviously the people in the sky do too, so we have something in common.”
o One shot, two shot…nine shot, ten shot…how many!?---”Definitely a partier here. Ever since high school I have been the life of the party! Or the drunken asshole that tries to start bar fights. Either way, I have a good time.”
o The question is, is it edible?---”I will literally eat everything that can be eaten. I really haven’t found one food that I don’t enjoy so far. I guess I’m not too bad at cooking either, considering my job. So my fourth meal is usually made by myself.”
DISLIKES
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o I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you, I have a hard time with listening---”I have always had an issue with authority. I just have a serious issue with people trying to tell what and what not to do. If you really want to get my attention, that’s definitely not the way.”
o So you’re saying, what exactly?---”I know I’m not the best person in the world, but I don’t lie to get things that I want, or to make me look better. That is one thing that pisses me off. I would never lie to anyone, so don’t to me.”
o Wash your own damn dishes…---”So I guess you can’t live in the city without a job if you actually want to live. So I was forced to get the only job that would probably take me. I’m pretty much a dishwasher/cook/busser for a cheap ass restaurant. It sucks.”
o They may supply for me, but I don’t have to like them---”Most of the dealers I go to like to think they are all high and mighty just because they provide addicts with exactly what they need. They expect you to treat them like gods. Fat chance.”
o Wow, you own a million dollar mansion, that’s great---”I cannot stand people who feel that they have to rub every little thing they have in your face. Even if they don’t rub it in, rich, cocky people that like to flaunt their shit just bother me. No one cares what you have…so fuck off.”
HISTORY
Knox’s parents were together for a year and a half before he was born. His mother, Chelsea, had recently gone through a split with her ex, Mark Evans, when she came across his father, Andrew Fraley. The two of them immediately hit it off, and started the beginning of their relationship. Andrew had of course been aware of Chelsea’s duties as a hunter, and he never wanted to bring a child into the mix. The pregnancy had unfortunately been an accident, but neither parent was willing to leave the child. Andrew refused to let his son be raised under the conditions of a hunter, so after he was born, the father took him and left the city. The pair eventually settled in with Andrew’s brother in San Francisco, where Knox was raised.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
It wasn’t a bad life, but it certainly wasn’t the best. Of course Knox was curious about his mother, but Andrew simply told him that she left after he was born, and he accepted that. His father was constantly working, keeping the money coming in to pay for rent, while his brother was off doing everything but. It had probably been a gift to the uncle for them to come and take care of him. Every day, Andrew would drop Knox off for school and head to work, and after school Knox would go home with a neighbor from down the hall until either his father or his uncle got home. It was fine when one of them was home, but when both of them were, all they would do was yell at one another. Knox’s uncle was hard into drugs and would constantly bring his ‘people’ over to handle their business. Andrew didn’t want that kind of environment around his son so he decided to take his son to another part of the city where they found a new place for themselves.
Knox had been much too young to understand what his uncle had been doing to himself, so he was never able to understand why he and his father left the place. As the teen years came along, Knox seemed like he was starting off on the right foot. He received good grades, even joined the baseball team and made varsity his freshman year. Everything was fine until after a game one night during his junior year, Knox and his buddies went out for a celebratory dinner, and Knox came across his uncle walking down the street. There was no doubt in his mind that his uncle was completely strung out on something. Knox left his team and took his uncle to the apartment. Knox knew by the looks of the place that his uncle was having a hard time, so he decided that he was going to start to help him out. A few times a week Knox would bring groceries, and supplies to his uncle to simply help him out. He knew what his uncle was into, and he understood how addicting the heroin was. But one night he got a bit too curious about it, and his uncle was more than happy to drag another person down to his level.
After the thrilling new experience, Knox began spending more time at his uncles house. It was now every day after school, instead of just a few times a week. Then after school, turned into skipping practices; which eventually turned into skipping school. By the end of his junior year he was addicted. Andrew noticed the slipping grades, the baseball suspension, but he really didn’t understand what was going on. When he finally confronted his son about it, Knox simply shoved it off and said it was nothing. The changes continued, Knox began getting suspended from school, he was now failing all his classes, he was very temperamental, and just different. Andrew recognized the signs as ones his brother had when he was getting into the drug. When Andrew confronted his son again, Knox reacted the only way he thought he could. He knew he couldn’t stop the narcotic, and he informed his father of this. A fight broke out, forcing Knox to leave the house and go back to his uncle.
Knox didn’t even bother starting his senior year of high school, he was eighteen by then so he was able to make the choice on his own. He heard that his father moved back to Los Angeles, and he remained with his uncle for another year. After a year of constant rock bottom, Knox separated from his uncle and found his own place. He now has a job at a local restaurant, and uses what little money he has on rent, and his weekly dosage. Knox is basically living day by day, just waiting for something, anything really, to happen.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT
I definitely plan on some serious character development. At the moment he doesn’t understand these abilities, or why he just randomly received them, so when he meets up with Axel a lot will be explained. I plan on him being extremely defiant to begin with, not wanting to have anything to do with the brothers or what they do, but will eventually realize that it is who he is and he needs to accept it and clean up his act, which he will work on. :)[/BLOCKQUOTE]
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Four Years | None ATM
The crisp winter air nipped at the bare, warm skin along Knox’s face and neck. The reaching breeze sunk through his wool sweater forcing a sharp chill down his spine. A feeling gone almost unnoticed. Knox sat on the sill of the only window in his cramped apartment, his back pressed against the side frame, and his head lolled forward a bit. My mouth is so dry… His lids felt heavy as his hazel gaze trailed along the building tops through the city. It was a late night, and as most cities, this one came to life with the setting of the sun. Bright lights illuminated the massive skyscrapers, each one competing in the race to reach the sky. From this position Knox could just make out the tip of the bridge. A slow and almost forced smirk curled along the corner of his lips. Mouth is so dry. The thought of getting up, walking to the kitchen, grabbing a glass, filling it with water, and taking a sip sounded so challenging right now, and only a few moments later the idea fluttered from his mind.
Knox had no idea how long he had been sitting there, his chin had dropped against his chest, when? He wasn’t sure. Raising his head felt like lifting a freight train with his neck. The image of a miniature freight train placed directly on the top of his head filled his mind and he couldn’t help the laugh that took the journey from his chest, up his throat and through his lips. As his fuzzy mind slowly focused on the now, he was crouched on the ground, both hands braced against the hardwood flooring. Had he tried to stand? He remained in that position contemplating on whether he had fallen, or simply slouched to the ground on his own, but the memory just couldn’t place itself. It’s so dry… Knox’s mind focused on the picture of his bed on the other side of the room, sheets tousled to one side and the warm flannel blanket strewn across the bottom. He wanted, needed to get to the bed. It suddenly became his soul mission to reach this bed, no matter the cost.
The effort it took to raise his arm just enough to place it further ahead was excruciating. It would take far too much power to get to wherever he had been heading. Which was where? So dry… He waited, hoping that he would be able to recall where he had been going. Giving up he suddenly realized that there was something under his hand. It didn’t take nearly as much effort to look down as it did to look up, so it was refreshing when he let his gaze fall to the floor. Without moving his hand he could make out a silver metallic needle. What was that? Suddenly feeling unable to hold himself up, he collapsed against the ground. The cool floor froze to his flushed skin, sending heavenly sensations through his body. He now saw that the needle was connected to an empty plastic barrel. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he had taken too much. Not much more than a millisecond passed before the next thought filled his brain. Dry… At least he had found his bed.
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