User Profile

Name: Keye Tomlinson
Age: 21
City of Residence: Sydney
Seal/Angel/Kamui/Gemini/Dreamseer/Neutral?: Seal
Power: Technomancy
History: Keye is twenty-one, and his time on this earth has not been pretty. Born in Sydney, he lived until he was thirteen with an abusive single mother, who put him through a few kinds of hell. When he was thirteen, he packed some few and impractical belongings and got out of there. Unfortunately, living on the streets wasn't a lot better, and he knew no other way to survive than what his mother had taught him: prostitution. Soon it was more than just that: it was drugs, and fighting, and suicide attempts. However, he had a revelation, in the form of a stranger who told him off and then left, never to be seen again. Keye began the slow, hellish work of dragging himself out of the pit he was in. He'd made slow, steady progress since then...and then came destiny. Things...started happening. He could hear data traveling from device to device, he could make technology do things. It frightened him at first, but it held a fascination; he kept going back to it, and soon gained some measure of control over it. It became an addiction. After that was the invitation to join the community...the moment it all clicked. Keye has accepted his status as a Seal with all his heart; he sees himself as a protector of the innocent of sorts. The world tried to flatten him, and he'll stop at nothing to prevent it from happening to others.
Personality: Keye has grown from a silent, frightened child to a volatile young man. Submissive and agressive by turns, depending on how he is provoked, he is wildly unpredictable, and prone to fits of suicidal moroseness and manic violence. He claims to dislike humanity as a whole, but likes almost every individual he comes across. His greatest pleasure in life is making others happy. He tends to downplay his talents and bring his flaws into focus, but if he can avoid it, he won't talk about himself at all.
Appearance: Standing at 6'7", Keye looms over most people. Disproportionately large hands and feet, an unruly mop of mustardy blonde hair, and insectoid orange sunglasses only complement that larger-than-life appearance. His attire is slovenly, nearly always too large for his slender frame, and in some state of disrepair. His face is effeminate, with large eyes, a small nose, and full lips. His visage holds an odd contrast: it is lined like one older than himself, yet its roundness suggests that he is still in his mid teens.
PB: Vash from Trigun
((RP journal. Lawlz. It ain't real, yo.))

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