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Name: Kite Owens

Age: 20 (March 13)

Job/Income: Former Bike Courier / Low Income

Affiliation:   VIVA✮INFERNO

Abilities: steel skin

Personality:

   It's not hard to get the gist of him. From an outward angle, he just looks like a guy who decided to mix pixie sticks and mt. dew together for breakfast. Hyperactive, to say the least. Of course, he doesn't actually do that. He's not an idiot. Kite Owens simply thinks and operates fast, perceiving things on another level. He's a busybody who is consistently in motion. There's always something he's doing, there's always gears whirring in his head, and that's just the way he likes it. However, his mindset is a little hard to communicate and sort through. Although Kite always thinks two steps ahead, he gets ahead of others and himself very often, mostly just because he wants to get a move on. That's just how dynamic he is! The only time he'll ever stay still is when he's sleeping or when he's dead, but even then, there's no guarantee, yeah?

   Otherwise, he isn't the energizer bunny for nothing, nor is he entirely the energizer bunny incarnate. He moves and thinks with purpose. Even if the ends do not meet the means, Kite has a firm belief that doing things will eventually lead to something, anything. Every insignificant delivery and task that Kite undertakes, he accomplishes with effort, just because he's so determined it'll work out. Because of this, he's developed a completionist attitude. Loose ends and not being able to see things to their conclusion? Those concepts irk him. It is nearly an obsession, comparable to his nearly endless reservoir of energy.

   Remember the mention on how Kite wouldn't quite have pixie sticks and mt. dew for breakfast? That's still true. Yes, it may be cheaper and one likes the taste, but he ultimately would go for the healthier alternative! (like one pixie stick,,,or an orange) He thinks that social conduct should also be done in a somewhat healthy fashion. In a world where courtesy is commonly thrown to the dogs, why should you be cold and indifferent to people when you can be nice instead?? Basically, Kite goes by a polite policy! He aims to be the bigger man, since some past issues made him out to be the immature one. After all, everyone's got it bad and they deserve a break. Also, they're easier to get tips from when you're nice to them. Unfortunately, there's some holes in his ideologies. He's so fixated on not giving others a hard time that he's the one who usually gets the worst out of it. The big problem is, Kite's pretty sensitive. He really doesn't like reflecting on himself. Every negative remark will get to him, even if it was well-meaning or just a joke. He'll even laugh it off as if it was to not make a problem, but he'll really hold it to heart. If you get on his bad side, he won't forget it. He'll judge you, hate you, and hold a grudge under a smile. Bitterness can seep into his actions over time, and only then is it possible to tell that he's been bottling up his sentiments.

   Although Kite has fairly good control of his resentment, it's a little harder to deal with when he has stress and his active personality to worry about. Having the patience for all that is taxing. All of that pressure has gradually made him more...excitable. He'll react a little to every foreign movement and sudden action. For whatever Kite's currently doing, he's probably thought of fifty ways for it all to go wrong by now. Despite being on edge 24/7, he covers it with a layer of chill. By acting like he knows what he's doing, perhaps it'll work out for the better. Maybe it'll get rid of that stormy unease in the back of his head.

tl;dr

dynamic / keen / resolute / purposeful / well-mannered / sensitive / resentful / excitable

Background:

   Before the war, Kite had a promising life ahead of him, and he was simply waiting for his future to come. He lived in a sleepy Californian town with his parents and his brother, not too terribly far from Argent. He and his brother were practically inseparable. They moved at the same pace, played at the same tempo. Their parents were bright and kind, but often squabbled over the smallest issues. The brothers sidestepped this roadbump by occupying themselves with other things, like studying for too-easy tests and spray-painting their bikes the same color, just to match. Another pastime was watching the news. This, he remembers. With more innocent eyes, he remembers watching a screen, streaked with announcements of a war.

   The war didn't affect them immediately. The slow crawl of their life continued tenaciously, but continued all the same. When the casualties began to pile up on American soil, that's when the worry started. The Owens began to take measures towards moving to a safer area, and they did. Moving to Argent was not easy. Papers had to be filed, people had to be paid, jobs had to be relocated, and a place had to be found for them. However, it was done. His parents got less stellar jobs in the move, but they were able to get by.

   Of course, the pillars had to fall eventually. A building accident ensued by the edge of Argent, and Kite's father, caught up in the collapse, was thrown into critical condition. His desperate wife poured funds into his treatment. Kite and his brother watched as their mother tried so hard for something futile. The inevitable occured. The man died, and the family was in financial straits. Kite's mother was absolutely devastated. Being old enough for a job at this point, Kite turned focus from school to whatever jobs he could get in order to support the remaining parent, while his brother took school for a little longer. At this point, Kite was able to use his old love of bikes to sign up for the courier service. Half his life was caring for his now broken mother, and the other was getting scrapes and bruises from learning the tricks of the trade. All the while, his brother continued pursuing a serious occupation of his own, helping Kite out when he wasn't working. They settled into this lifestyle and accepted the loss over time.

   The problem is, life has a strange way of working. When you think things are going fine, things start to do the exact opposite. Case in point, Kite thought his mom was getting over it. He came home one day, and saw her look happier than usual. For a while, he wasn't able to hold a proper conversation with her, but he could tell her about his day and she'd actually talk back. By later, she announced that she wanted to go outside. The woman had been cooped up inside for years, and all of a sudden, she had confidence. She promised that she would just go out and look at the sky for a while.

She didn't come back.

   When Kite realized this, he frantically looked around everywhere, notifying his brother and the authorities. However, there was no trace of her. It was if she wanted to dissapear. From then on, Kite's relationship with his brother grew strained. He was blamed for letting her go, but it was like his brother was actually relieved of the burden that was his mother. Seeing this, Kite grew frustrated with his sibling, and his sibling grew frustrated with him. They grew apart as their views diverted, and spending time with the other grew to be a chore. They each moved out of their home and found individual ones apart. While Kite's brother spent his focus on his career, Kite started putting more effort into riding away from his problems. His life started to blur as the rhythm he shared with his sibling shifted. Eventually, they just stopped contacting each other.

   From there, Kite worked tirelessly to make something of himself and to move on. He didn't want to deal with what was behind him anymore. He wanted to get away from that as fast as possible. The future he originally was waiting for was now something he'd advance to on his own terms.

Extra:

•crazy good at processing mental math

•rollin around at the speed of sound got places to go gotta follow my rainb-

•will actually eat all of your pixie sticks

•really likes his job!! it takes his mind off harder things.

•can do a bunch of tricks on his bike! also knows a bunch of shortcuts around the city.

•dont mess with his ride. he can/will do a wheelie in your face

•he always has something in his pockets just for the purpose of fumbling with it when he needs something to do. (random keys, coins, rocks, ect..)

•he talks pretty fast!

•cannot sTAND slow music. if you wanna torture him, put on a couple hours of slow classical.

•his favorite animals are hummingbirds!!

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