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Posted: Nov 16 2017, 03:38 PM
23 - Genderfluid - Demisexual
AppearanceThe first thing that stands out from Kacy’s features is their chin length, messy hair. It is a green color, bleached into an extremely dirty blond from the sun. The second thing that stands out is their eyes, a golden amber color that looks dull and lifeless. The rest of their features on their face are not able to be seen, for they usually wear a gas mask over it. When taken off, one can see burn marks on their lower jaw and an ugly looking gash on their right cheek.
They have a generally slender frame, but muscled due to military training. They continue to exercise and keep their body fit at all times. After all, they needed to be fleet of foot and capable of fighting back should the time come. Their body has been ravaged by the Suffering Universe. Scars litter it entirely, from just below the neck to their legs. The most prominent of them are a huge burn scar that engulfs their left arm and partially on the leg and thigh, as well as the abdominal area.
They mostly wear light clothing, perfect for the desert. They wear a light beige colored pants and a white long sleeved v neck shirt that is usually hidden by the cloak they wear. The cloak they wear is a sandy color, with a hood that can obscure their eyes. For footwear, they wear white knee length socks that are put into black boots that reach up to the middle of their shin. They also wear goggles with red tinted glasses on their forehead. It is usually put down when there’s a storm coming and or whenever they need to see clearly.
Faceclaim: Megpoid Gumi, Vocaloid
PersonalityKacy is utterly fascinated by people and Pokemon alike, wanting to know what goes on in their minds. They like to study people’s behavior around others and around Pokemon, just watching them do their daily business with enthusiasm. Usually it’s awkward when they’re caught staring and they tend to apologize, though they don’t really regret the staring at all.
Despite the people watching, they are a little anti-social. Or rather, awkward when it comes to social situations. This was due to being alone for so long with people that never really stayed. They stutter and mumble when talking to someone, but they never look away from a person’s eyes. They want to see the reactions on other people’s faces, taking in body language as well in hopes of bettering their social skills.
Sometimes, though, you can see them staring blankly into space or muttering something under their breath as they look around warily. In truth, they are shellshocked from their life in the Suffering Universe, but they don’t know why they act that way. They only know that certain things can trigger them and so they stay away from those triggers as far away as possible. But sometimes, it can’t be helped and their body goes into combat mode, ready to fight off the threat that really isn’t there.
As nervous and twitchy as they seem, they generally keep their emotions on the down low. It would be more accurate to say they feel numb all the time and, ironically enough, it frustrates them that they can’t feel a thing. Or at least, they can’t tell what they’re feeling most of the time. Their voice is in a constant monotone because of that.
Kacy has a bit of a negative view of the world. It’s a Pokemon eat Pokemon world and there’s never really any semblance of order around. There is no order or justice, according to them, only chaos and anarchy. They keep that mindset even when they’re in a safe place. You could possibly call them bitter because of it, as they long for some semblance of control in their life. They are, however, obedient, slightly subservient. They don’t mind following orders as long as it benefits in the end.
All in all, they’re just a shellshocked soldier that is trying to survive in a wild world. Not a very good combination, considering how cold they can be, but that is life to them. There is no order, only chaos.
HistoryKacy Gunda was born into a middle class family that was on the lower end of the scale. They weren’t rich, but they weren’t too poor either. After all, they had an apartment to live in and meals to eat, water to drink and school to attend. What else was there to life? Plenty, as it turned out.
As Kacy grew up, they seemed to have grown fascination for the human mind and how people reacted to certain situations. They also studied themselves while they were at it, wondering why at some moments they felt like a girl in the wrong body while others they were just a boy, the one they were born as. They would have told their parents about the situation if they hadn’t felt that they were busy with other things. And indeed they were, busy with providing for the family while they made sure the bills were paid and they weren’t left without anything.
Kacy ended up spending his free time on the streets that always seemed to be bustling with people, as well as Pokemon. They came to study everyone as they wandered, from their behaviors and actions, to trying to guess what they were thinking. They watched, and they were fascinated by it all. What better way to spend the time than by studying?
To be honest, they wanted to be a psychologist or a sociologist when they grew up. It seemed like the perfect job to them. After all, this would be people they were studying and it would no doubt benefit society if they discovered something new when it came to behavior. So they grew up, striving to be a psychologist or a sociologist.
There was just one problem, though. When they graduated high school, they realized that they were stuck. They didn’t have the money to enter college, where they would be able to really learn about what they wanted to learn, and they really didn’t have any idea how to advance without some sort of help. They ended up with a combination of scholarships, loans, and signing up for the military for their benefits in order to get to college.
But they wouldn’t spend any time there. They were called away to war, to fight someone else’s battle. They thought they knew everything when it came to the minds of soldiers. Shellshocked, PTSD, constant nightmares, the works. They were not prepared for the full gravity of warfare, for the ache that it left when they befriended comrades and watched them die. In the heat of battle, they finally realized that it was complete and utter chaos, just trying to survive while killing and murdering and legendaries above it was all so terrible yet so fascinating-
And so they continued to fight for years until they were crippled by a Flare Blitz from some fire type, their left arm useless and their left leg in constant pain. They were honorably discharged, but the damage had been done. They were left broken, shattered by the two years of fighting and constantly losing those they cared about on the field. They were unable to concentrate on any college work and found themselves being kicked out. Their life in shambles, they decided to go back to their parents, who had moved into Pyrite Town of Orre, and simply hoped for the best. After all, things couldn’t get worse, right?
They were wrong. When they arrived, Pyrite had become a ghost town and there was no one in sight. There were, however, some weapons lying about. And, strangely enough, gas masks. Worried for their family’s disappearance, they donned the gas mask, retrieved a cloak from a house for protection from the sun, took the guns, and proceeded to head out into the desert to look for them. This was the worst mistake they would ever make.
Out in the desert, in the heat haze, they found their comrades. The ones that had died, the ones that had lived. They were all there, dressed in clothing suited for the desert, and all of them were carrying guns. It was surreal to find them there and at first they thought their mind was playing tricks on them, tricks that they went along with willingly because they were so lonely out there. It wasn’t until they stumbled upon enemy opposition and a bullet was shot into their left leg that they realized everything was all too real.
War had come again, only this time it was in the desert and not in where it used to be. It seemed to go on forever, the fighting. Miraculously enough, they never wanted for food or water, never needed it. They just simply ran on adrenaline as they fought, killing again and again, watching people die again and again. Scars accumulated as they were shot and, sometimes, knifed. And they found, to their surprise, that their burnt arm wasn’t useless anymore. It was able to work against the damage that had been wrought and, other than the scarring, seemed completely functional. They didn’t know why it was like this, but the questions stopped long ago.
The war continued even when they slept. In their dreams, they saw people wearing gas masks to combat mustard gas in an enclosed area, they saw a river of blood that stained the sands red, they saw the earth swallow their parents before closing as if it never happened. They saw, they saw, they saw. They were slowly going mad and falling into despair, believing that they would never be free from the suffering. So they kept fighting, their will to live slowly slipping away.
Chaos - EST – She/Her
Posted: Nov 18 2017, 05:11 PM
Shiny Chance: 1%