Post by kevin on Apr 15, 2010 22:30:32 GMT -5
[/font]kevin william thompson !
{I believe you're doin' me wrong and now I know
The more I work, the faster my money goes}[/center]
Name: Kevin William Thompson
Nicknames: Kev, Kevvy, Killer-Kev, KA-BAR, Will
Age: 20
Usergroup: Social
Sexuality: Bisexual, but leaning heterosexual
Birthday:May 13
If you feel so empty so used up
Likes :
+ Sports - primarily football and basketball
+ Girls - always tries to hit and score with them, not to mention showing them off to everyone
+ Parties - never gets old and he brings life into such events
+ Money - the world revolves around it and he's full of it
+ His car - a maroon 1965 Corvette
+ Rumbles - likes to start them or get involved in them, nothing beats the thrill from feeling his own adrenaline rush
Dislike:
- Greasers - There's nothing to like about them other than watching them bleed
- Pansies - people who fear abnormal things like the dark or snakes he considers inferior
- Killjoys - anyone or anything that ruins his fun will not make him happy and he will do something about it
- Losing - he's a sore loser and even when a game's over he's been known to become irate and will demand a recount/rematch
- Weird people - Other than the Greasers, if there are people who ask him for charity or are simply the unlikeable type, he shuns them
Strengths:
+ Persuasive - he's a real charismatic person and can sometimes get himself out of trouble, especially the law
+ Intelligent - he assess a situation before he strikes, wanting to get the advantage rather than blindly going into battle
+ Athletic - he possess high stamina and strength which helps him attain victory in sports or a fight
+ Quick thinking - he wastes no time and does not hesitate or show remorse
+ Threatening image - his sharp emerald eyes can easily slice a person's soul into shreds requiring no feat to puff himself up in order to look tough
Weaknesses:
- Somewhat of a drug addict - whether it be cocaine or marijuana, he's no amateur being high
- Short temper - gets irritated easily even if it's just a minor altercation and will use violence or other means to settle issues
- Greed - when he wants something or someone, he will do anything in his power to get his way
- Emotions - especially when it comes down to people getting his heart involved in situations
- Carried away easily - he's not going to stop unless he gets tired or if someone physically takes action
Distinguishing Scars/Marks:
- A 1-2 inch scar on his abdomen where a greaser managed to stab him with broken piece of glass
- Tattoo of 'Spectemur Agendo' on his upper back which is Latin for 'Let us be judged by our actions' in Blackletter script
so let down if you feel so angry
Overall Personality: If a raccoon could walk and talk and if it had electric blond hair, it would make a very good impression of Kevin. He is very moody, he's a trouble maker, and when he attacks - the effects won't be pretty. Like the stereotypical Soc, he uses money towards his means and likes to pamper himself just to feel complacent. Not only does he glorify himself in financial powers, but he tries to hook up with lots of girls as if he's beating a record for whoever gets the most relationships total. Kev is also arrogant and he enjoys in putting down another person while puffing himself up to appear bigger and better. When someone stands up to him or goes against him as well as the Socials in general, he will demand some kind of reparation.
If nothing is given, it has to end in bloodshed or humiliation, but the former is the consequence most desired. Kevin is only kind to people who he sees to deserve it and that goes the same for trust. Sure, he sees his Soc buddies as allies, but he doesn't trust anyone right off the bat. He wants to get to know someone first and he believes that can only be done if they spend time together to face their enemies by showering them with punches and kicks. Like anyone, he has weaknesses and his emotions are the heart of it. Along with greed, if someone knows where to strike him, Kevin will fight back and won't accept being the victim - even for once.
so ripped off so stepped on
History: Born and raised in Tulsa, OK, he happens to be John T. Thompson's great great grandson and he is one main reason why Kevin in addition to the rest of his family accruing enormous wealth. John Thompson created the Thompson submachine gun which was infamously used in the gangster era and was mass produced to arm the Allies in World War II. Ever since he was young, his family spoiled him so much that he might as well be using dollar bills as his napkins. If he wanted something, he would have it. He received the best education, the newest styled clothes, anything. His father was a doctor and his mother remained at home taking care of Kevin's younger brother. In grade school, he was often looked up to by the others because he had a strong sense of confidence and interest in physical activities. He gained friends and his social power continued to grow, especially during his high school years. Here, he reaches the pinnacle of his moody outrageous self, showing off his Corvette and tries to make the inferior guys jealous while his main goal is to get as many girls as possible.
With the influx of Greasers, Kevin easily fit into the role of a Socialite. Football and basketball were big in his playbook and since he was rich, he really didn't have to work to earn money, but he takes part time jobs just to quell the boredom. He's a terrible employee and has been fired several times for failure to arrive on time and for doing a pathetic job. Most of the women he ends up dating leaves him because of his trashy attitude, but some choose to stay because he carries the riches. He's no virgin either and he has knocked up dozens of women just for the thrill of it. A controversial event took place one evening when he was just about to get into his car when a pair of Greasers were hanging around the parking lot. There wasn't many people around and Kevin was expecting some kind of beef to take place. The pair of greaseballs never did anything and Kevin decided to pay them a visit, see what's going on.
One of them was giving him a dirty look while the other simply stared at him trying horribly to hide his fear. The snobby Greaser who looked at him weirdly was met with a fist to his face and a broken arm, while the other ended up with a bruised chest. The first Greaser ran off for help and Kevin decided to humiliate the lone kid further by kidnapping him and driving him to the other Socials for them to use as a bargaining chip. But before reaching the destination, the kidnapped Greaser begged that he was willing to do anything not to be fed to the sharks. The sick twisted part of Kevin decided to force the kid into sexually pleasing him. Things never got that far when Kevin suspected the boy's Greaser friends to be searching around for their lost buddy, so Kev decided to throw him out before things could get even more dirty. Kevin threatened he would end the guy's life if he said anything about this to anyone else. Needless to say, that's the only time he experienced something as morally wrong as that, but nothing has linked him and any suspicions of his mild bisexuality wasn't proven. Currently, he still poses one of the prominent figures within the ranks of Socials and not to mention his almost unorthodox manner in handling situations.
you're not the only one
How did you find us?: Caution 2.0
Time Zone: Pacific
Rp Sample:The gaze Sariel held on Logan when they both confronted each other wasn't anything bitter. It was more of curiosity, since Sariel is now finally seeing the lycan up close and personal in person. He remembered the good old days of seeing the boy in his youth covered in shining maternal blood. It was a pity. A sad loss nonetheless. But it had to happen. The smile was still present on his almost clean shaven face and the punch that Logan soon greeted the angel with did nothing to even make him blink. Sariel let it happen, standing tall and fearless, and felt the fist impact against his nose. His vessel's skin remained undisturbed, no bruises, no blood, virtually nothing. It was as if Logan didn't punch him at all. The only effect was that the lycan would soon feel the burning sting of it.
The angel looked at the boy, studied him mostly, tilting his head to the side as he watched Logan succumb to the pain. Why did he do that? Why is he trying to hide it? These were questions Sariel asked himself, and the puzzled expression on his face augmented his demeanor to look like a child who wanted the answers of things he couldn't answer himself. The celestial heard the creature speak, but not really knowing if he was just speaking his mind or if it was just plain old sarcasm. Accepting the latter, Sariel perked up his brows and sneered. From what Sariel could put together, Logan ignored his play on words and only moved back to allow the angel to walk past him. Finally... It wasn't like the man wanted to fight some lowly creature such as Logan, it was simply because Sariel wasn't in the mood for one. It would be too easy to dispatch and render the monster useless in a matter of seconds.
So the man continued walking, back facing the werewolf, as Sariel safely came to the conclusion that Logan wasn't going to do anything stupid anymore. Looking forward to joining the rest of his siblings to chase down the remaining demons responsible for this carnage, the lycan naively decided to speak. The words easily irritated the angel and despite being such a high classed being of Heaven, he wouldn't tolerate such impious disrespect being aimed at him, especially when he had has back turned to the enemy. Sariel stopped dead in his tracks, standing still for a few seconds before he turned his body a little so he could look back at the boy. Dark brown eyes immediately hardened when Logan finished his second sentence; the simple stare of Sariel's could easily freeze one's heart in a matter of seconds.
The angel turned his head to look at the unconscious humans laying scattered throughout the park after the demons had vacated their bodies. Turning his attention back to the kid, Sariel decided to slowly walk back to him, the look on his face radiating pure murder. "You should know that I take those words very personally, Logan." The angel responded in this soft, completely innocent voice that greatly contrasted the sickening look of disgust on his face. He eyed down Logan like a pest, a bug that needed to be squashed, but it was only for a few seconds that it was soon relinquished. "At least I'm not filling your dreams with male homosexuals fornicating. That would be something worth complaining." He joked dryly, chuckling a little because of he imagined Logan's reaction to those images.
The smile slowly disappeared and Sariel stepped forward a little more until he invaded the lycan's personal space. Granted, Logan may have been one inch taller than the angel, but that didn't mean anything. Raising a hand up, Sariel caressed the boy's cheek lightly before attempting to press his thumb into his forehead. If Logan would allow that to happen, the celestial would have successfully manipulated the limbic system in the kid's brain. By manipulating it, the angel caused pain to erupt within Logan's body, but in reality - nothing was happening to his physical being. Which gave credence to the saying 'It's all in your mind'. The pain Sariel gave him was sharp, uncomfortable, and it felt like one was being burnt alive - but no harm was being done. If this happened, Sariel would watch until he had enough.
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